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Aug. 13th, 2017 10:21 pm
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Upper classes extremely racist, have power to enact & maintain white supremacist structures & systems.

Racial hatred , segregation, etc. therefore becomes part of economic aspiration for people who pass as White Enough.

Certain segments of upper classes then get to deflect a lot of responsibility onto people who aren't well enough integrated into the systems white supremacist power to cloak their race antagonism in meritocracy or similar BS.

It works with ableism too, and transphobia/queerphobia...

White supremacy is inherently ableist, violently cisheteronormative, misogynistic, etc...

And capitalism is too, and they are largely the same monster...

But it still took me a looong time to work how very much the ideas of "success" in my USian culture is tied to racism.

Part of it is the fact that I grew up surrounded by people who eagerly befriended the educated, culturally compatible "good ones" and cared deeply about helping "the less fortunate." They didn't want to be assholes or racists, and they definitely didn't equate wealth with morality or success...*

But the whole idea of settling down for stability and having kids in your good Blue Marriage** ended up meaning not raising those kids in the kind of diverse environment they had sought out and enjoyed and valued. Like, my parents went to work in places that look like America, where the people and issues everyone needs to have familiarity and some understanding of to try being a decent citizen are everywhere all the time...

Then they came home to this sealed-up freakish Whiteland. (And I've done even worse by my kids on that front, tho the place is a tiny bit better and some other kinds of diversity shake out differently...)



*They kind of went some opposite ways I'll try to address some time...

**Also a post subject, I hope
newredshoes: Woman in religious ecstasy, surrounded by art implements (<3 | patron saint)
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[personal profile] theladyscribe and I saw Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 tonight, for Oak "HERCULES MULLIGAN!!!!!/James Madison" Onaodowan's final performance. It... was so fucking magical????? JAVIER MUÑOZ, MY HAMILTON, WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE ON THE MAIN STAGE???? (Look for him on his phone in that Instagram photo, at the bottom of the middle stair, to the right.) And Oak shoulder-clapped him as he was leaving after the final bow?!!!! And Denée Benton has the most gorgeous, crystalline, pure, beautiful voice and sHE'S TWENTY-FOUR?!!!!!! And this incredible shitheel character Anatole was the most magnificently tenor/falsetto Gaston-y diva?!!! And the audience interaction was SO GOOD!! The energy was absolutely electric; having heard it felt long, I was truly shocked when it ended. There were so many Cabaret feelings (SO MANY), and Hadestown feelings (since Rachel Chavkin also directed this, and cast her Billie Holiday–Persophone in much the same role), and the ensemble was having SO MUCH FUN and also they did this Rite of Spring opera-thing that was stunning and just as weird and riot-inducing as the original must have been, and.

And oh my god, you guys, I will, no holds barred, see Oak in literally anything he does from here on out. "Fucking magnificent" doesn't begin to cover what I saw him do tonight. Gorgeous-beyond-belief singing, both in humor and drama; gorgeous acting, physically, vocally, presence-wise, comedy and tragedy. He is. So big. We were sitting in amazing mezzanine seats (amazing how your eyes don't strain right out of your head anywhere that's not the nosebleed seats!) -- anyway, the cast spent a lot of time moving through the audience, and he was like. Right there. He did the walking-right-by-us thing. Oh my gosh, dude. Oh my fucking gosh.

This isn't even getting into the staging, which was just staggeringly well-orchestrated. They did this beautiful effect for snowfall, where they lowered single orange bulbs on long wires (or tubes?) from above, and I'm not doing it justice, but it just stopped me breathing. Anyway -- I'm so sorry to hear that it'll be closing in three weeks. It's a huge shame its sales weren't better, and I can totally see why they'd offer Mandy Patinkin the Pierre role, but I don't know that I'd want to see anyone else pull it off.

Something something Depeche Mode

Aug. 7th, 2017 10:20 pm
newredshoes: Cap flying Hydra plane (cap | this is my choice)
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Frank John Hughes, the actor who portrayed (lived, basically!) Bill Guarnere in Band of Brothers, posted this absolutely gorgeous photo on his Instagram (he's a very talented photographer, in addition to every other cool thing he does!). It's him from behind, just a silhouette, looking out at a blue-hour sky full of C-47s, and the caption is "Dreaming of the drop zone..." It's really touching me, for whatever reason. I just think it's so lovely and intriguing.

Some other links while I warm up to my July check-in:
  • "Want to become a better writer? Follow these 7 steps, and look for new tools every day," from Poynter
  • See also, "Mistakes Freelancers Make When Pricing Their Work"
  • I just really love this Art Deco ceiling in Miami.
  • [personal profile] roga introduced me to The Hazelnuts, an Israeli Andrews Sisters-style jazz trio, and lo, they are A++. Other folks I do not want to forget: these French ladies who do incredible things with just a table for a stage
  • How to pitch Bitch, BuzzFeed Reader
  • What 1930 thought 1980 would look like

    I guess I really feel like July was kind of a wash. I spent a lot of it feeling really wound up and overwhelmed, and did not ~accomplish much of anything that I set out to, career-wise and personally. That said, I had a GREAT time many times over with many different great people. But I think July 2017 has been the month I've updated the least that didn't involve a three-week trip away from the internet. The med fuckery has not helped, and ultimately I have to chalk a lot of it up to that, frustrating as it is. I ended the month with a glorious brief escape, and I began this one with an absolutely stimulating and encouraging writing workshop. "You have to give yourself what you need" should be the theme of August, every which way. Note. To. Self.
  • A night like the hinge in a door

    Aug. 4th, 2017 08:11 pm
    dolorosa_12: by ginnystar on lj (robin marian)
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    If there is anything considered a comfort food in my family, this Marcella Hazan pasta dish is it. It is the first meal I remember eating, and there are numerous photos of me as a baby with it all over my face, hair, and high chair tray table. I have eaten it in every house I have ever lived, and it was the first main meal I learnt how to cook. Every time I've moved house, city, country, the first thing I've done is located the few ingredients (garlic, flat leaf parsley, tinned tomatoes, olive oil, tinned tuna and pasta) and cooked it, as a sort of way of making each new house -- and its kitchen -- my own. I feel if I couldn't find those ingredients and couldn't cook this meal, I would never truly feel at home.

    Because most of the most significant events in my life have revolved around moving -- leaving homes behind, crossing an ocean, living away from my family -- I've also come to associate this dish with moments of significance in my own life.

    Of course, therefore, on the night before my wedding, I would cook and eat nothing else. It's calming to follow the same familiar motions, chopping garlic and parsley, heating olive oil, scooping tuna into the fried tomato sauce. This city, this house, and this relationship have been my home for a long time now, and in some ways getting married is simply a public confirmation of something I've felt for much longer. But still I felt the need to mark this turning point in a quieter, more personal way that would matter to me and be invisible to others. Tomorrow I will go out to the registry office and say the words, and celebrate with Matthias and our friends and families, and we will still be the same people, but something will change in a way that I find impossible to articulate. And I will carry on cooking pasta with tuna sauce, and it will continue to mean change, and comfort, and continuation, and home.