“Conservative manipulation of mass media has successfully encouraged parents and students to fear alternative ways of thinking, to believe that simply taking a Women’s Studies course or an Ethnic Studies course will lead to failure, to not getting a job. These tactics have harmed the movement for progressive education as the practice of freedom, but they have not changed the reality that incredible progress was made. In ‘Teaching Values’ Ron Scapp reminds us: “The antagonism toward and fear of those who ‘question’ had a long (and violent) history That those asking questions today and rejecting the ‘givens’ of our cultural history are seen as pariahs and are under attack should also not be ‘surprising.’ “Scapp calls attention to the fact that the folks who resist progressive education reform “are quick to dismiss or discredit (and sometimes destroy),” but this does not alter the fact that there has been a powerful meaningful insurrection of subjugated knowledges that is liberating and life-sustaining.”—Bell Hooks, Teaching Community: A Pedagogy of Hope (via adailyriot)
A horse and a man above, below.
One has a plan, but both must go.
Mile after mile, above, beneath,
One has a smile and one has teeth.
Though the man above might say hello,
Expect no love from the beast below.
In bed, above, or deep asleep,
what greater love lies further deep.
This dream must end,
this world must know,
we all depend on the beast below.
“There’s a difference between being in a bra and underpants as an object on a men’s-magazine cover and playing yourself—a woman with desires and needs who loves and laughs with her friends—in a bra and underpants. You become an object if you simply put it out there. Most movies are made by men, it’s totally natural that they’re going to present their worldview, so we’re trying to find more women who are writers and directors who are expressing their worldview. Did you see Tiny Furniture? Lena Dunham wrote, directed, and starred in it; she’s 23, and it is just amazing. She walks around in her underwear for the whole movie; it’s harsh. She’s the subject, she’s not the object, and it’s beautiful—that’s the kind of thing we need more of.”—
When I was a young kid and the Santa Claus was still someone to be hoped for and believed in, my parents would always put the cookies out. Santa would arrive munch on a few of the far too many cookies and drink a glass of milk. As well his reindeer’s tracks would be visible outside the house. In addition the milk, the cookies, and Santa’s card carrots would be scattered in the front yard for the reindeer. He didn’t land on our roof since it was incredibly slanted, but instead in the yard.
The first time this trick was pulled, it was the magical experience of believing in Santa the young me ever felt. Look real tracks! Of course later I began to realize that deer must have eaten up the carrots, but that day it was wondrous.