11 3 / 2013
Further, though, the TOMS campaign — like the million shirts — misses the fundamental point that not having a pair of shoes (or a shirt, christmas toy, etc.) is not a problem about not having shoes. It’s a problem of poverty. Shoelessness, such as it is, is a symptom of a much bigger and more complex problem. And while donating a pair of shoes helps shoelessness, it does not help poverty.
Things like jobs help poverty. Jobs making things like shoes, for example. But TOMS doesn’t make its shoes in Africa, it makes them in China where it’s presumably cheaper to make two pairs of shoes and give one away than it is to get people in a needier community to make one pair of shoes.
The result of this setup, as Zizek explains most succinctly, is that on a big-picture level, TOMS (and other buy-my-product-and-donate companies) are busy building the exploitative global structure that produces economic inequality, while on the other hand pretending that supporting them actually does something to fix it.
It doesn’t. It just gives people shoes."
10 3 / 2013
So yesterday was my first gig as a bartender. it was at my sister’s friends B-day party. man did i mess up alot, but it the overall learning experience was worth it. i got a lot of bad looks sometimes when i would be taking my time pouring this cranberry juice or opening this bottle moscato. but i liked it, i also think ive mastered the keg now.
anywho, i don’t think they’ll hire me again, but if they do, ill be sure to tell them that they can pay me less until i get better at the job. bartending’s kinda cool, talk to folks, eavesdrop. the tips were okay, but im surprised they still paid me the agreed amount, i thought they would’ve docked my pay, which I would have understood. the job was tough, but like I said - enjoyed it overall.
P.S. it did help that i was dressed up pretty snazzy, i sucked at drinks but at least i looked good haha
P.S.S. it was also cool people-watching and making observations, a party with alcohol really reinforces the ascribed gender roles and you see how each person is supposed to live up to their expectations, sex-wise
i.e. “stop being a pussy and have another beer” as opposed to a guy telling a woman “damn, you’re going to have a 3rd beer?”
09 3 / 2013
A gang rape happened in Ohio and no one heard about it. A gang rape happened in India and everyone heard about it (as we should). The American media has represented India as a misogynistic country where women need to be constantly wary of the men that surround them. And after that gang rape, large-scale protests blocked the streets and clogged the media. Now, I am in no way saying that rape and domestic violence are not problems in India. As an Indian-American woman who has been to India many times and is incredibly familiar with the culture, I am in no way denying that. Rape, in India, is a serious problem. Rape, especially in lower class areas in India, is an extremely prevalent problem that needs to stop being ignored and taken seriously. Violence against women in India is a serious issue.
But violence against women in America is also a serious problem. Violence against women in South Africa, and Sweden, and Chile, and Thailand, is a serious problem. Violence against women is a serious problem. Period. Full stop. While our media went out representing India as a typical place for these deplorable events to happen, another woman’s similar story went ignored and without subsequent societal action. This country outright refuses to admit that it is a rape culture.
Our media and our country are so obsessed with presenting foreign countries as worse than us or uncivilized or, most importantly, undemocratic, they will blast our radios and timelines and homepages with news of rapes in India, but refuse to acknowledge that the same thing happens here and is happening here."
28 2 / 2013
"we’re afraid the others will think we’re agringadas because we don’t speak Chicano Spanish. We oppress each other trying to out-Chicano each other, vying to be “real” Chicanas, to speak like Chicanos. There is no one Chicano language just as there is no one Chicano experience."
Gloria Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera (via cielito-lindo)
For fucking real.
Like I feel like there’s this weird competition among some latinas I know in trying to see who is more learned, progressive, outspoken, has sharper analysis…has accepted themselves more. Where’s our collective? Why aren’t we growing food together or writing theory and books about dream interpretation?
Instead we’re all trying to survive and make it on our own, and we make it seem like we owe our progress to ourselves but we don’t live in a vacuum…