thefestiveanthropologist
TheFestiveAnthropologist
thefestiveanthropologist

Yeah, this morning as I heard again on the radio how "most" cops are providing diligent and brave service I thought: no sir, if that were true they would be getting all these murderers forced out of the their ranks instead protecting them in the name of some fucked up kind of brotherhood.

You can't rebuild something that was never there in the first place.

I remember how upsetting it was when the cops who beat Rodney King were found not guilty. Now we're at the point where these cops aren't even being indicted, even though there is so much evidence that these cases should go to trial. Jesus, we're devolving as a country.

Who Is Jaden? We Are All Jaden. We Are All Born With Limitless Potential Like The Wind Roaring Across The Ocean.

Why Doesn't A Bike Stand Up On Its Own? Babies Are Born Timeless But Are Gradually Warped Into Robots. I Am Going To Make An Album Of The Stars Crying For Their Stolen Futures. My Head Is On Fire.

It's over zero so it is already too damn high.

This isn't surprising, but one of the things that keeps sticking out to me nonetheless is how similar each of these crimes are, and how classic they are in a grooming sense. Find a young and impressionable girl, present a fun or mentoring situation, provide alcohol (usually drugged, sometimes not), then isolate them

This truly highlights what a skilled predator Cosby is. Young drunk girls who were easily influenced by his fame and his drugs. Women who were known for being wild. The narrow notion of what constitutes a real victim is part what allowed this to go on for so long. The other part being the narrow identity of what a

A few years ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop on a rainy day in Manhattan and they were playing an all Mary J. Blige playlist. The shop was virtually empty it was just me, another young woman, and the barista-also a woman. I was overcome with a nameless emotion listening to her singing and I looked over at the

Nicki killed it. :)

I think this is what happens when a person is true to their own aesthetic, viewpoints and shuts out the noise of disapproval from the world and just lives their life.

It's the avant garde arts that confuse you.

In this area of the arts, you become more and more grounded in your decisions (and yourself) because you are always pushing your personal limits. And the more you do that, the more you deviate from the "mainstream" — and thus, to most people, you seem insane.

I also am seen

she seems delightful and exhausting at the same time.

My favorite one I ever heard was that a commenter either on here or at Go Fug Yourself where they said she looks like the living embodiment of the Sidhe (or perhaps more technically the Aos Si) from Irish folklore. Tall, beautiful, slightly alien being that could either be kind or cruel depending on their capricious

The best description I ever heard of Swinton was from Michael K over at dlisted (a marvelous guilty pleasure for Hollywood gossip whores), which described her as "the alien goddess from Planet Bowie whose hair blows when there's no wind at all."

Noooo, Jill Scott! I thought you were Golden, but your words are Getting In The Way of my long-held admiration of you. Whatever. I think it might be time you took A Long Walk and figure out why you're So In Love with the idea of defending this creep.

Hi Robby! Thanks for stopping by! One small correction: I don't think you've ever "reported" a goddamn thing in your life. (And because I know you're going to do this, either here or in my Twitter mentions, which you and your friends are currently stink-clouding up with your Feelings, I have a master's degree in

This whole situation is a goddamn mess.

Also, note the part where Hanson writes about men's opinion of being raped, and explains the point by describing a woman being raped. Because what's actually going on in his misogynist brain is "Men would rather the woman they possess be raped and horribly traumatized than that woman exercise her own agency and

Read it. Do it for those girls. Let the revulsion and anger fill you. It's ammunition.