my favourite thing is when companies slap some rainbow colours and the word “pride” on something and say/do literally nothing beneficial for LGBTQIA+ people but still reap the benefits of conscious consumerism and are given opportunities to exploit queer spaces & events. that’s my favourite thing. i adore being exploited by capitalism. luv it
Coming from a college student and not the university’s websites and brochures. Ten things I wish I had known.
- Check your college email every morning. Here’s why: not only do you get a lot of emails pertaining to cool events on campus (that sometimes feature free food and better, free STUFF) but professors will usually email students the morning of if class is canceled. You don’t want to drag yourself out of bed and across campus at 8:00 in the morning only to find that it’s canceled.
- Actually use your meal plan. I know that it’s repetitive and the food may not be wonderful, but the dining hall is actually very useful for when it comes to basic snack foods like muffins, cookies and cereal. At my school people even bring in plastic containers to take out food. While it may not be the best and most exciting food, it’s “free.” Meaning when you want something to eat late at night, you won’t have to spend money buying a bag of chips. All those late night snacks DO add up!
- Bring cleaning supplies. At the very least, bring paper towels and wipes. Your room will get dirty and dusty, you will want to clean the surfaces to prevent the spread of germs, or at the very least, you’ll want to be able to clean and redraw on the whiteboard/chalkboard on your door.
- DO NOT BUY TEXTBOOKS FROM THE UNIVERSITY BOOKSTORE UNLESS THAT IS THE ONLY OPTION. This makes its way onto every list, but that’s because it’s important! University book stores overcharge for textbooks like there’s no tomorrow. Chegg.com and Slugbooks.com almost always have the same exact books you need, for half the price.
- Know your rights. At the risk of sounding like a “bad influence” I thought it was important to share this story so that some of you don’t make the same mistake I did when I was a freshman. To summarize, my roommate and I were being loud and the RA knocked on the door to come in. We had been drinking casually and quickly stashed the handle of alcohol in the fridge. Upon entry the RA opened the fridge…and wrote us up. I’m sharing this because I found out AFTER I paid the $50 fine that she actually did not have the right to open my fridge because the fridge was not owned by the university. According to law (this sounds so dramatic, but it is the truth) she needed a warrant to open someone’s property. So, know your rights and what you can and cannot do. However, this story brings me to my next point.
- Noise control. Rooms in dorms are small and close together. RAs do have the right to tell you to quiet down and even write you up if you don’t. It IS possible to have a bunch of people in one room without being loud…however, it’s a lot easier to go outside where you can be as loud as you want, as late as you want. (But be courteous to the students that have to get up early, please…)
- Everyone is as scared as you are. Just go up to someone and say hi. This is how I met my current roommate and my best friend. Most freshmen are in the same situation as you! Everyone is looking for friends. Just go up to someone, ask where they’re from, their major, anything. It’s a lot easier to make friends in college than it was in high school.
- Hooking up happens. You have the right to, honestly, do whatever you want. Just know that you have the right to say no as well.
- Don’t worry about “looking” like a freshman. Everyone at your school was a freshman once. They’re not all staring at you and laughing at you behind their backs. If anything, they can relate to you and help you out. Don’t be afraid to ask for directions and if possible, make friends with upperclassmen!
- Take care of yourself. I know it may be easy to go to bed at 3 in the morning every night and live on coffee and Red Bull throughout the week, but don’t do it. If you HAVE to stay up late for whatever reason, take a nap during the say. Naps are wonderful. Trust me.
okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.
[To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.
Oscar Wilde (1891)
The Soul of Man Under Socialism]
WHAT DO THESE BIRDS MAKE HAPPEN
a lil animated cecil done in emofuri. somewhere in the process of turning him into anime he stopped looking like my headcanon lmao
emofuri is hard as hell to get used to but i’m gonna try a carlos and hopefully he’ll turn out a little better!!
(also cecil is wearing one of carlos’ flannels btw <3)
welcome to abusing hipstamatic in mesa verde national park with me, your fearless guide
My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican
parents who care
I am doing a livestream on Saturday at 10pm CET / 4pm EST of Tsukigumi’s Ernest in Love (possibly with subtitles).
Feel free to join me here:
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!
YOU CAN TELL I’M OVEREXCITED BECAUSE I’M USING MULTIPLE EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!!!
oh god oh god I’m going to have to leave like halfway through because I have a show, shit
maybe I can just, like, skip out on the actual production I’m in and just watch Ernest in Love. >.<
omfg imagine telling your director “i can’t make it to the show tonight -cough cough- i’m getting my sena jun fix”
a w k w a r d
I might even get away with it with the director. The stage manager would be pissed though.
I wanted my first-year film students to understand what happens to a story when actual human beings inhabit your characters, and the way they can inspire storytelling. And I wanted to teach them how to look at headshots and what you might be able to tell from a headshot. So for the past few years I’ve done a small experiment with them.Some troubling shit always occurs.
It works like this: I bring in my giant file of head shots, which include actors of all races, sizes, shapes, ages, and experience levels. Each student picks a head shot from the stack and gets a few minutes to sit with the person’s face and then make up a little story about them.
Namely, for white men, they have no trouble coming up with an entire history, job, role, genre, time, place, and costume. They will often identify him without prompting as “the main character.” The only exception? “He would play the gay guy.” For white women, they mostly do not come up with a job (even though it was specifically asked for), and they will identify her by her relationships. “She would play the mom/wife/love interest/best friend.” I’ve heard “She would play the slut” or “She would play the hot girl.” A lot more than once.
For nonwhite men, it can be equally depressing. “He’s in a buddy cop movie, but he’s not the main guy, he’s the partner.” “He’d play a terrorist.” “He’d play a drug dealer.” “A thug.” “A hustler.” “Homeless guy.” One Asian actor was promoted to “villain.”
For nonwhite women (grab onto something sturdy, like a big glass of strong liquor), sometimes they are “lucky” enough to be classified as the girlfriend/love interest/mom, but I have also heard things like “Well, she’d be in a romantic comedy, but as the friend, you know?” “Maid.” “Prostitute.” “Drug addict.”
I should point out that the responses are similar whether the group is all or mostly-white or extremely racially mixed, and all the groups I’ve tried this with have been about equally balanced between men and women, though individual responses vary. Women do a little better with women, and people of color do a little better with people of color, but female students sometimes forget to come up with a job for female actors and black male students sometimes tell the class that their black male actor wouldn’t be the main guy.
Once the students have made their pitches, we interrogate their opinions. “You seem really sure that he’s not the main character – why? What made you automatically say that?” “You said she was a mom. Was she born a mom, or did she maybe do something else with her life before her magic womb opened up and gave her an identity? Who is she as a person?” In the case of the “thug“, it turns out that the student was just reading off his film resume. This brilliant African American actor who regularly brings houses down doing Shakespeare on the stage and more than once made me weep at the beauty and subtlety of his performances, had a list of film credits that just said “Thug #4.” “Gang member.” “Muscle.” Because that’s the film work he can get. Because it puts food on his table.
So, the first time I did this exercise, I didn’t know that it would turn into a lesson on racism, sexism, and every other kind of -ism. I thought it was just about casting. But now I know that casting is never just about casting, and this day is a real teachable opportunity. Because if we do this right, we get to the really awkward silence, where the (now mortified) students try to sink into their chairs. Because, hey, most of them are proud Obama voters! They have been raised by feminist moms! They don’t want to be or see themselves as being racist or sexist. But their own racism and sexism is running amok in the room, and it’s awkward.
This for every time someone criticizes how characters of color and female characters of color especially are treated in text and by subsequent fandoms. It’s never “just a television/movie/book”. It’s never been ”just”.
“…and by subsequent fandoms." <— bless this addition.