Being Asian in America is just a neverending stream of going "I need you guys to be cool for once in your life" and "you guys" is like, wildly misogynistic dudes who are slurping at the heels of fascists, wannabe rappers who won't turn off the AAVE except when they do a mid-career pivot to respectability writing Emotional Poetry about being diasporic, people who think it's really important that white people aren't allowed into H Mart or something, etc. And they're never cool about it so you're just like, I guess I'll die

The thing about being Asian in America is that I can guess your politics and subsequently every terribly suppressed neurosis you have based on the precise sort of relationship you have with Duolingo. The thing about being Asian in America is that the fobs won the culture wars and everybody is really upset about it. The thing about being Asian in America is that you really don't have to have an opinion about Awkwafina but also you really kind of do

Being Asian in America has largely been an exercise in masochism but Asian cultures are now officially in vogue enough that anyone who's managed to cling to a scrap of their home country's culture has a vague mystique around them. The fobs won! People who don't have that are reduced to talking about how it's problematic for white people to make ramen or whatever. Does the trendiness reduce the amount of racism faced by Asians? Do people have any respect for Asians with broken English? Can they be Normal about Asian food? God no. Absolutely not. But in a history of miseries we must take our little victories, such as lying about various lunar holidays

Y'know the thought crossed my mind so I want to know if the population of this website has learned and grown any, so here is a thought experiment:

Suppose there's a Christian conservative lawmaker who consistently backs all of the economic and social policies of his conservative party. He is married to a woman and has children. Suppose that one day it comes out that he has had sex with a number of men around the capital. For the sake of avoiding baggage let's say he avoided anyone he had power over and only slept with people uninvolved in government. This man has never frequented any gay space and at most used hook-up apps to match up with potential sexual partners.

And if your answer is something other than "straight", show your work: do explain to me how someone who consistently refuses identification with the community, who hates us and who works to kill us and take away our rights deserves to be considered one of us.

There are a lot of boneheaded responses to Anomie's posts in other threads and I'm not going to address any of it, but, like, categorization doesn't exist without the society around it to.... categorize something. For instance, nanshoku, problematic a practice as it is, as well as less problematic onnagata sex workers and high profile gay monks, were absolutely gay even without the concept of homosexuality as a systematic thing being introduced to Japan by the West (that must be eliminated, from the pov of the west) because a lot of cultural prestige came to them from.......... men sleeping with other men and having discerning taste in who they slept with. The entrance to the gay social scene was absolutely in publicly being associated with them, even though you might also sleep with women.

It's really weird to see, like, "well this person has no affinity socially to us or realy do anything to socially categorize themselves as belonging to the community (and in fact, harms us actively), but let's try to find an ontological position for a socially-defined category." I'm sorry, but as esteeem Mr. Costanza has once screamed in a horrifically orientalist set dressing, we are living in a society.

I just realized that I could share this flash game ad I saved off of MySpace in like 2005 to tumblr.

It’s so important to me. It makes me feel like I’m losing my mind even after 20 years.

this is more y2k than 1000 gifsets

just regular guys

English added by me :)

Unknown, Japanese Cabinet, Meiji Era

the neurotypical invents the neurodivergent. neuro(non)normativity is a constant negotiation of social conditions + relation to capital + carceral frameworks of legal, educational, medical systems. “neurotype” is not an ontological status. it is a mirror held to the world in which it exists.

Standing in the pasta aisle eyes closed trying to picture the mouthfeel of different pasta shapes with perfect clarity in the theater of my mind

Seen several posts of people acting like they’re so quirky for wanting to fuck the ghoul cowboy from the fallout show and that he’s so weird looking and how they’re monster fuckers, but then you see him and it looks like someone shot a ghoul with the handsome squidward beam. Complete and utter yassification. You’re as much of a “monsterfucker” as the snapewives

page 562 panel a - And of course it's a lie. Always with the lies. You haven't lost a perfect part of your past, a precious treasure, because the perfect memory has been decaying all along. It floats from server to server, sloughing bytes with every transfer, corrupting code. Your perfect memory is the same as your less perfect, human memory; changed every time you recall it. Memories are rewritten in remembering no matter their form. Memories as ghosts of the memories that came before, and so the haunting grows.

Before you ask, it is not the same as a photo album. Yes it can be lost in a fire and yes those pictures were precious but they didn't weigh on us or demand our attention in the same way. An album's photos didn't define us to ourselves and to others the way a digital album on your phone might today. Aside from a few choice pieces, our photos were not a ubiquitous part of society that we carried around with us to refer to if needed at any moment. Our attention to them was different, more engrossing but only in their presence. A memory could be jogged by a picture, but the picture was remembered as well, it was real and in a book that existed in one place. If you weren't with the photo you couldn't see it, so what choice was there but to remember both the photo and the time it contains. The thingness of the photo in an album means you can set it aside, leave it at home on a shelf under the stairs. You aren't dragging the ever-lengthening tail of your whole life with you all the time, leaving you exhausted and too tired to create the new memories that could be happening now. All weight and no joy.

And another nice thing about a photo album is that once it is made it has a habit of maintaining its form without further inputs. Keep it out of the rain and the sun and it does well. There is no need to drag rare earth minerals out of a muddy pit in Africa to support your granny opening her album. When you pull out a photo to see what is written on the back there are no server farms with hugely destructive electrical and cooling costs involved. Your photos are killing you and killing all of us. So many fucking ghosts.

ggglamourous, kiiiiiiiiinds, Aaaandd playful 😗

literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro

op managed to swing a bat at 2 hornets nests in one go

Friendly reminder Mr. House is gen alpha and is almost 4 years old now

Do u think he watched Skibidi Toilet

SURE....

This is crazy. I wonder if there’s some sort of historical basis for the rural landowners in America being wealthy reactionaries who just make other people do their work for them

"But the reality is that you can't build a hundred-billion-dollar industry around a technology that's kind of useful, mostly in mundane ways, and that boasts perhaps small increases in productivity if and only if the people who use it fully understand its limitations. And you certainly can't justify the kind of exploitation, extraction, and environmental cost that the industry has been mostly getting away with, in part because people have believed their lofty promises of someday changing the world."

-Molly White