1. DENIAL. They did not just follow me and my trash blog. NOPE. I guess their finger slipped on my plus button and they haven’t noticed yet.
2. ANGER. Why aren’t I a better blogger? Why aren’t I a better person? Why can’t I be worthy of this person following me? Why does tumblr create these awkward situations? I hate: me, fandom, tumblr, One Direction.
3. BARGAINING. If they last the week, I promise to raise my game. Sophistication blogging 2k14. Avant-garde film stills. Art history jokes. Probably still some butts though. Tag them with quotations from Heraclitus, split the difference.
4. DEPRESSION. Why bother? Why tag? Why post at all? I don’t even like this fandom. Maybe I’ll try something classy, like Teen Wolf.
5. ACCEPTANCE. This person is following me. It doesn’t matter if it’s because that one clever post gave them the wrong idea. It doesn’t even matter how long it lasts. What matters is that for one brief shining moment they chose to visit me in my trash can. Welcome. If you download xkit there are muting options.
“Online activism changed me from a woman who actively put down other women to one who actively uplifts them. Online activism changed me from a white woman with unchecked privilege who actively oppressed people of color to a woman who has lost friends because she tells them to shut their racist mouths. Online activism has changed me from a woman who hated her body, to a woman who realizes just how beautiful she is. No one EVER tell me online activism isn’t good for anything.”—
The above is so me. My gut reaction is to cringe at the phrase “online activism” but when you really think about it everything these online communities provide — free information/literature sharing, community building, consciousness raising, and the free exchange of ideas and critiques are all (more within the self, more passive) forms of activism.
One of my favorite rebuttals of some asshat saying the usual “SJ blogs don’t even do anything because it’s not in real life” was when someone said "If it wasn’t for online activism, I’d still be calling women sluts and whores."
Same for me. And now I’m a sociology major and I go to a women’s college and constantly read/think/write about intersectional feminism. So fuck anyone who thinks online social justice conversations and blogs don’t “do anything.”
Through this little blogging website, I learned a fuckton about homophobia, sexism, racism, and took all of it to heart. I know some people scoff at “social justice”, but without it, I would still be homophobic, I’d still be a little sexist, and I’d probably still be saying unintentionally racist bullshit.
“I will keep trying. I don’t have to keep trying, there is no obligation for me to not just give up, just slump down until I fall away and join the unanimated matter of this strange other world. I don’t have to keep trying. “Remember that,” I say to myself as I keep trying.”—Intern Dana, Welcome to Night Vale. Ep. 41 WALK
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten people, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let them know you’ve tagged them.
“Sometimes I’m more frustrated with being fat; it’s hard to find clothes that fit, people are unfriendly to me in spaces dedicated to exercise, people invest a lot of energy in telling me I’m disgusting and unpleasant to look at, I’m uncomfortably aware that it’s not uncommon to be the fattest person in the room for me, people make a point of telling me they don’t find me sexually attractive, as though this somehow matters intensely to my existence on earth, like I’m going to be heartbroken that some random person doesn’t want to fuck me. Or that some person who’s being pushed into flirting with me by a third party feels the need to be rude about the fact that I’m fat and this person doesn’t do fat people.
I get it. I’m fat. There’s a lot of social and cultural baggage that surrounds fat bodies; many people are trained to think of us as unpleasant, gross, and sexually unappealing. While I think that people who express a preference for thin bodies are bigoted and expressing internalised bigotry, I’m not really interested in getting into a discussion with those people about whether I have the right to exist, let alone deserve to be viewed as socially or sexually appealing; that you can be fat and attractive is just a fact, and people are going to have to deal with it.”—s.e. smith, My Fat Body is Not Your Fetish