“Today, we are all American Sikhs,” according to Valarie Kauer, a Stanfard Law School, Harvard Div School, Yale Law School graduate. That’s right – don your ignorant turban and grow a beard my pasty friends, because your white privilege allows you to transmutate into minority groups whose skin color doesn’t allow them to empathize with white people.
Most people know that if you’re going to say rude things on the Internet, you probably shouldn’t do it using your real Facebook account. But what most people probably don’t expect is that if you talk trash under your real name on BuzzFeed, a BuzzFeed employee will scour the web for whatever publicly available contact information is out there, call for others to harass you, and that message will be further disseminated by larger news organizations.
Have we actually entered an age when giant media organizations are allowed to publicly resort to the same cyberbullying tactics that we used to only see used by groups like Anonymous? Yes. And that’s exactly the lesson one D.C. Correspondent is currently finding out.
(via Don’t Talk Trash About BuzzFeed or They’ll Find You | Modern Primate | man, that’s deep)
I found this in my girlfriend’s bathroom. I’m still not even sure what “fart abuse” is.
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What I like about the Creamsicle meme is that it represents a truce, not between two nerd subcultures, but between nerds and non-nerds. If I could only pick one thing that I hate about nerds, I would definitely pick their over simplification and prejudice towards non-nerds. Turning anyone into a generalized “other” is never right.
(continue reading Creamsicle: The Best Meme | Modern Primate | man, that’s deep)
So far, the vast majority of commentators have taken Girls seriously. That is, they assume that the show was produced in good faith, and that Dunham’s intention was to create sympathetic characters and relatable situations. If this is true, she and her writers deserve every ounce of criticism they’ve received. If on the other hand the show is actually satire, then suddenly the premise—dull white characters played by actors with famous parents—suddenly takes on new significance. From the casting choices (both racially and in terms of nepotism) to the undeserved self-importance of the main characters to their banal chatter about nothing in particular, which apparently the white writers think is important enough to memorialize on a high-budget television show—Girls may in fact be much smarter than people have given it credit for. Not because it’s ultimately redeemable, but precisely because it’s not.