I'm a twenty-something Chicagoan with a penchant for self-deprecating humor who rides a bike for a living.
I like horror movies, video games, eggs benedict, and other things.
I also run BacksofGirlsHeads which is far more entertaining.
Today only a tiny minority of outsiders see Israelis as victims. The true victims, it is now widely accepted, are the Palestinians. Indeed, Palestinians have now displaced Jews as the emblematic persecuted minority: vulnerable, humiliated and stateless. This unsought distinction does little to advance the Palestinian case any more than it ever helped Jews, but it has redefined Israel forever. It has become commonplace to compare Israel at best to an occupying colonizer, at worst to the South Africa of race laws and Bantustans. In this capacity Israel elicits scant sympathy even when its own citizens suffer: Dead Israelis - like the occasional assassinated white South African in the apartheid era, or British colonists hacked to death by native insurgents - are typically perceived abroad not as the victims of terrorism but as the collateral damage of their own government’s mistaken policies. The country that wouldn’t grow up (via dorkstranger)
Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?
- teacher: alright fold your papers in half
- entire class: hot dog or hamburger
People hate her [Yoko Ono], they really do. Did you know that to ‘Yoko someone’ is a verb in America? It is something that boys say if they’re hanging out with you too much and they’re going to school or they have a band. It’s almost a myth that’s used to suppress women. Y’know, ‘You’re gonna Yoko me. You’re gonna destroy me.’ And this woman put up with racial inequality from Fleet Street, she put up with being accused of breaking up the best band in the world [The Beatles], she put up with people’s idea that she castrated this man and then, worst of all, she had her best friend, her husband, the person she lived for, die in her arms in front of a fortress that she’d hidden herself in for twenty years. And I just feel that the world media should apologize to her because she handled it with so much dignity. Courtney Love, “Love resurrection,” NME (via cerastoma)
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