Smellen Likes Things

They call me Smellen. I like things.

micdotcom:

For many Muslim Americans, 9/11 was a double punch of tragedy and bigotry

The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss. 

Those stories are now being told on social media

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geminiio:

i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened. 

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feelknower1993:

American music culture 101, from Country to Rock to Pop to Hip-hop, in 3 easy steps:

1. when black americans invent it, initially detest it, mock it, claim it is destroying american youth and proper sensibilities

2. realize it isn’t going anywhere, co-opt it, engage in it and profit from it

3. obscure its origins and repackage it in such a way that the next generation understands it as a product of white american excellence

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kelsophotos:

Bridge, James River, Belle Isle, Downtown RVA, June 2014

kelsophotos:

Bridge, James River, Belle Isle, Downtown RVA, June 2014

You know what else it costs to write about and talk about consent? I’m going to be super real with y’all. It has cost me the vast majority of my relationships with men. Not all at once, but eventually, over time, one by one. It was one sexist joke too many, it was one boundary-crossing-creep-defender over the line. It was the constant microaggressions or the combination of being privileged and defensive about it and unable or unwilling to do any better. Most grew weary of arguing about feminist issues, or about the fact that I wouldn’t let them just win those arguments, even though they usually had no idea what they were talking about. They couldn’t deal with the fact that I won’t allow anyone to say disparaging shit to and about me and mine. Or they won’t or can’t do better after I explain how to do better many many times and finally I have to peace out on them for my own safety. I have at present a tiny handful of guy friends. One I get into arguments with nearly every time we talk. I fear that relationship may go the way of most of my past relationships with subtly sexist men—away, that is to say. Which is really too fucking bad. Because the truth is, I don’t hate men—I hate male privilege. I really like men, shit, I love them actually, some of them. I miss having men friends, but not enough to let the mild misogyny slide. I have got to take care of me and mine. That’s where we clash, because I refuse to just smooth things over, to just let things go. They’re accustomed to deference and I’ve taught myself to drop that habit as best I can.

إذا تم العقل نقص الكلام
The smarter you get the less you speak

Arabic Proverb   (via santini-houdini)

I find that this is the opposite for me. The smarter I get the more I’m like, “That thing you just said? Let’s unpack that together.”

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