I stalk people too much. I'm using that word wrong, I don't actually stalk people, like finding where they live and killing them, I just find them on facebook and look through their stuff. And google them. I'm stalking a man right now who is my sister's boyfriend's friend and he's in a band and I met him in person a couple times but he doesn't actually talk to me cause I'm too young for him or something ha and I love his work and he actually put up these pictoral diary entries, lyrics, and artwork from his past on facebook and I'm looking through all of it.
Is it bad to look through this stuff even if he has it public?
“Sexism in 2011 is a different, more subtle beast, which shows itself in insidious ways: it is there when a man shouts out a sexualised comment as you pass in the street; it is there when your male colleague makes a joke about it being your time of the month; and it is there when you are called a slag, a bitch, a whore or told you are not as good at map-reading or driving or any of those other quintessentially “male” skills you are deemed too dim to master.
And, as Boycott points out, if a woman objects to any of this – even if it makes her feel uncomfortable – she is somehow seen as poo-faced or not a good sport.”—Guardian UK, “Why Sexism is no Laughing Matter” (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”—Terence McKenna (via elige)
“Whenever people of color bring up the issue of racism in their lives we seem to want to say, “Oh, you’re hypersensitive, you’re seeing things, you have a chip on your shoulder,” and I really think, and I hope that we can see this kind if dismissiveness for the racism that it is because what that amounts to is saying, “You black people are so irrational, so illogical, so unintelligent that you can’t even be trusted to interpret your own lives so let me, in my whiteness, interpret it for you.”—Tim Wise (via birdshine)
“Well, people got attached. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attached to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.”—Charles Bukowski (via comablood)