Yep. And this is why I will be making a point of NOT celebrating Canada’s 150th. Because this country is disgustingly racist and we need to face up to that shit before we have any right to celebrate.

What Aludra said. Our (Canada’s) treatment of native people is despicable. This country is disgustingly racist and it shouldn’t be a fucking surprise that stuff this fucked up happens on reserves, where there are people trying to get over mass intergenerational trauma in often unacceptably poor living conditions.

Awesome. That’s even better than my vintage Hell’s Angels jacket.

Wow, this would be a great addition to my collection of Altamont merchandise!

I didn’t see this comment before I posted the other one. I gotta give you some respect for it.

Up until the last eight words of your comment, I was planning a reasoned and detailed response, because I thought you might just be misunderstanding what the body positivity movement is fundamentally about. And then I got to this:

Just because:

Crumb is one of my all-time favourite movies. For some reason I feel the need to re-watch it every few years. It’s a complicated movie. There’s the “problematic” nature of Crumb’s work itself (the movie acknowledges the sexist and racist stuff, but I think people’s genuine concerns about it sort of get brushed…

Jodie Foster said that being associated with John Hinckley’s assassination attempt on Reagan was scarring, even though it was obviously in no way her fault. I can imagine this being similar.

I’ll bet her text conversation was really a safety call - as in, she had an arrangement with her friend where she would text the friend if she felt unsafe during the date, and the friend would contact her with an “emergency.” A lot of people make this kind of arrangement for first dates.

I had never heard that term before, perhaps because I am one million years old and I live in a cave. I retain a tiny amount of skepticism about what the phrase means in this particular song, but for all intents and purposes I’ve been schooled.

“Let me know if I can fuck with you, boy” is easily one of the worst lyrics I’ve ever heard. It’s probably supposed to sound cheeky or sexy or something, but it comes off more as menacing. Like, “I’m going to psychologically abuse and manipulate you and you’re going to like it.”

This is exactly how I feel.

Definitely

Saganaki is really just a more socially acceptable version of Melted Cheese on a Plate.

“You’re just jealous” is right up there with “if you think this is racist, you’re the racist” among things people say all the time that are virtually never true.

You know, back in the 90s and early 00s there was all this hysteria about Disney’s hegemony over kids’ media, and cries of “Oh my god we’re brainwashing an entire generation!!! What will the future be like? They won’t be able to think for themselves!!!”