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I love Sesame Street videos too much.
Unpopular opinion: The best show in the history of television is not I Love Lucy or Mad Men or The Sopranos or Breaking Bad or Seinfeld.
The best show in the history of television is Sesame Street.
Sand mandala at Thikse Monastery, Ladakh, India.
Imagine sighing after finishing a detail and it blows out everything you’ve done
That’s basically what these monks do actually.
They create such intricate mandalas to demonstrate the beauty and the fullness of life then blow it all away without a seconds thought to teach us the impermance of life and the “transitory nature of material things”.
Bear in mind that this is a very basic and shallow understanding of the very nuanced and meticulous rituals that surround these sand mandalas.
Please help the garment workers in Bangladesh. The Global North is wreaking havoc on the Global South in the name of globalization, and the victims, largely, are the women of the Global South, women who need money. If these women don’t migrate to the Global North (the first world) for domestic work, or if they aren’t forced out through trafficking schemes, they’re largely stuck working in free trade zones or sweatshops. They’re stuck in deplorable conditions. They’re being paid starvation wages. They’re beaten when they don’t meet absurd production targets. They’re hired young and fired young. They’re, on average, paid 11 cents an hour. They work 14-20 hours a day, seven days a week, with an average of two days off a month. Often their wages are withheld for no reason. They sleep between shifts, curling up next to their sewing machines. The air is contaminated, the bathrooms unsanitary. There’s little to no ventilation in these factories, and they often set on fire. With no safety exits, women perish.
This isn’t just happening in Bangladesh. This is happening worldwide. Your beloved Disney contracts factories like that of the Shah Makhdum factory in Bangladesh. Walmart. Gap. Old Navy. Sears. Corporations of the Global North are robbing the Global South and then exploiting them as labor sources.
What can you do? You can be aware. You can pressure companies to improve conditions. You are a consumer, you have the power. But don’t pressure these companies to pull out, as this will leave these women with no source of income. Pressure them to improve conditions. Threaten to boycott if they do not. If they claim they have, ask for proof, ask for follow up, ask to see the funds. Make sure the women working at these factories are making more than starvation wages, for when they do, they can afford medicine, rent, water, food. They can move on from their factory jobs.
Research the factory collapses, the factory fires, the human rights atrocities. Please remember to also research corporations inaction when regarding these tragedies.
Remember this is worldwide. Remember you have the power. Remember these women.
Senate Republicans rejected a measure written by Senate Democrats aimed at bridging differences in pay between men and women. The Paycheck Fairness Act fell short 52-40, failing to clear a 60-vote procedural vote hurdle on Monday evening, the third time the measure has failed since spring of 2012. That might be the last vote this year on Democrats’…
Are you fucking kidding me?
The same GOP that ELEVEN DAYS AGO tweeted this?
Then ELEVEN DAYS LATER unanimously voted against an equal pay law?
Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.
Do they think that our memory is less than a week and a half long? Are they that arrogant?
If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).
Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!
Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.
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