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Note to followers

I’ve been thinking about writing some sort of statement about this blog for a little while now. Might as well do it now.

First, this is a personal blog. Not a social justice blog. Not a news and politics blog. Not an art blog. This is just my blog about things that interest me. If you go back 2-3 pages, you’ll get a pretty good idea of what I usually post. I do try to publish interesting things, but ultimately, this is my blog. I post what I want to post.

If you don’t like what I post, then just unfollow me. I probably won’t even know you’re gone since I don’t use those Tumblr unfollower scripts and I never look through my follower list. Don’t feel an obligation to follow me because we know mutual people or because I follow you. I regularly follow and unfollow people depending on what they’re putting out there.

Second, I don’t know if you all are aware of this, but I quit Tumblr last winter and was completely away until October of this year. It seems like I missed a lot of drama because I’ve accidentally stepped on at least two hornets’ nests in the past month or so.

I don’t know what happened, but it seems more toxic now (or maybe I just didn’t notice it before). Doxxing, gossiping, passive aggression, bullying—some of this seems like it’s being done in the name of social justice. Maybe it’s justified, maybe not. I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m too old for this shit. I don’t care what x blogger has done to y blogger and how we should all hate z blogger forever because they are the worst. I didn’t get involved in this sort of thing when I was in high school and I’m not getting involved in it on Tumblr. Others are welcome to it.

Finally, I try my best not to be shitty, but I’m human and do make mistakes. If I say or do something problematic or ignorant, then I’d appreciate it if you’d drop a note in my Ask. Of course, you don’t have to do that. But if you follow me or people who reblog from me frequently, and you really wish I’d stop fucking up, then the fastest way to fix the problem is to talk to me directly.

Thanks for reading. Good night.

Hey, followers?

Maybe I’m being smug, but I think this post is a pretty good, sufficiently bitchy rejoinder to aylathethespianlady. She’s also apologized and not in a half-assed, “I’m sorry if you were offended” way.

So I don’t think it’s necessary to pile on. Publishing the ask was for educational purposes, not a declaration of war. I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you that I personally am not interested in leading crusades against random people via this blog.

I dunno if you’ve noticed, but even though I post about social justice issues a lot, I don’t spend much time yelling at ignorant/bigoted YouTube/Facebook/Twitter/internet comments on this blog because 1) there are SO many and 2) responding to them gets repetitive and the original comments are usually pretty boring. The entire exercise can be frustrating and tiresome so I’ll leave it up to others.

Me? I try to only write about or blog stuff that I think is interesting or cool, which is the primary reason why I published aylathethespianlady’s comments. Pop music history is something I enjoy and something I know a little bit about. Believe me, I’ve gotten ignorant questions/comments from people that I responded to privately because they were too dull to inflict upon you all.

Now here’s an important gif of Jon Stewart kissing a kitten.

Language, lived experience, and why you should just unfollow already

English is my second language. I remember taking special language classes in kindergarten so that I could keep up with the other kids. My parents speak a very broken (grammatically incorrect, heavily accented) English still, but can be fully understood by people who actually listen to them. But there have been plenty of times when I’ve witnessed people treat my parents like shit because of the way they talk. So I am aware of how alienating and exclusionary the idea of ‘proper’ language can be.

I also have taught writing at a college level to students whose language skills ran the gamut from nearly graduate-level to, well, not college-level. It absolutely sucks knowing that the latter students are struggling to keep up in college and will continue to struggle if they enter the (professional) work world.

It also makes me incredibly angry that these students tend to be from less privileged backgrounds. But my anger isn’t directed towards concepts like ‘proper English’ or language pedantry. It’s focused on our crappy public schools and the way we simultaneously value and devalue education. Class mobility is strongly linked to education, yet education is also attacked from both the Right and Left as elitist.

Speaking as both a bilingual person and an educator, it is very frustrating when people immediately attack the politics of ‘proper’ English without fully thinking through the real-world implications of that attack. I think it’s possible to recognize both the problematic (i.e. racist, sexist, homophobic, classist, imperialist/colonizing) aspects of ‘proper English’ and the simple utilitarian value of being able to employ ‘proper’ English at will.

So that’s my lived experiences regarding language, which hopefully explains why I think the way I do about it.

I’ve never derailed someone by nitpicking at their grammar or spelling and I think anyone who does so is a shithead. But, occasionally, I throw up snarky, pedantic, general posts about language right here on this personal Tumblr of mine that you follow. The opinions on language politics are the result of personal experiences and careful consideration and are unlikely to change drastically. The snarkiness and pedantry? Are just me being the snarky pedant that I am.

If my snarkiness, pedantry, and/or language posts bother you, then you’re free to block those posts (I suggest Tumblr H8) or unfollow me altogether. I won’t stop following you if you do. It’s just that I’d much rather be blocked or lose followers than have my Dash tell me over and over again that I’m an elitist jerkhole for posting a dumb little web comic.

Hi, everybody!

(…I don’t usually do these kind of blog-defining posts, but I’ve gotten an unusually massive number of new followers in the past few days, so I feel compelled.)

Me: a chick, hetero, soft atheist, immigrant/naturalized, Asian descent, lifelong Northeasterner.

I’m in grad school, trying to finish my dissertation.

Unsurprisingly, I am shamelessly nerdy, didactic, self-righteous, and snooty. I deserve all the wedgies.

Physically speaking, I’m what you might expect: short and scrawny, bad eyes and thick glasses, good fine motor skills (I am arty!) and terrible gross motor skills

I’m a confirmed cat lady…the frightening kind.

And I’m single.

So very, very single.

Again unsurprisingly, I’m a classic up-with-The-People/down-with-The-Man leftist. I have no patience with modern-day conservatism, hypocrisy, ignorance, hatefulness in general….an impatience generally expressed with ALL CAPS and as many swear words as possible.

I’m a firm believer in The Golden Rule. Even so, I can be a jerk. Usually this happens when I get into a Pointless Fight That I Should Ignore (sometimes I can’t resist…I did mention the self-righteousness, right?).

I am/have been struggling with an anxiety disorder and depression, which I discuss sometimes here.

I also discuss frivolous things like pop culture. And frilly, girly things like nail polish, bleeding from my vaginer, cupcakes, and patriarchy.

And this is clearly stating the obvious, but: I like silly gifs. I tend to use them to ornament posts I’m afraid will bore my followers (I did mention the anxiety thing, right?):

I have another blog where I post pretty pictures: lookish.tumblr.com

Finally, I spend WAY too much time on Tumblr.

kelsium:

My friend and I were just chatting about the Enneagram personality test, which we each took in a drunken night with our roommates a couple of years ago. 

I am a two-wing one—a compulsive caretaker with control issues. SURPRISE.

Anyway, take it because it’s Thursday afternoon and why not.

I took the Enneagram Test with Instinctual Variant. My results were deeply unsurprising:

Enneagram Type 6 - The Loyalist

Conflicted between trust and distrust

At the core of the type Six personality is a kind of fear or anxiety. […] Sixes don’t trust easily; they are often ambivalent about others, until the person has absolutely proven herself, at which point they are likely to respond with steadfast loyalty. The loyalty of the Six is something of a two edged sword however, as Sixes are sometimes prone to stand by a friend, partner, job or cause even long after it is time to move on.

Blech. Double-edged sword. Absolutely, yes. I’ve gotten burned so bad by failing to recognize terrible behavior in people I like/love/trust.

And this explains my entire life:

Sixes are generally looking for something or someone to believe in. This, combined with their general suspiciousness, gives rise to a complicated relationship to authority. The side of the Six which is looking for something to believe in, is often very susceptible to the temptation to turn authority over to an external source, whether it be in the form of an individual or a creed. But the Six’s tendency towards distrust and suspicion works against any sort of faith in authority. Thus, two opposite pulls exist side by side in the personality of enneatype Six….

The reluctance to be caught up wholly in anything is probably good, intellectually speaking since I’m never going to be a dogmatist, but is fucking terrible in terms of my personal life.

Compliments make me uncomfortable.

Really uncomfortable.

Even cyber compliments from people I can’t see.

My usual response is to flail a little and change the subject as fast as possible.

asoiaf house quiz. →

likeproust:

nerdling:

proustianrecall:

nanner:

I’m a Tully! 

Followed by Stark and Arryn.

House Tully with 85%.

Martell, with Greyjoy right behind. Only 15% Lannister! 

House Stark - of course, once direwolfdreams took it, I should’ve known I would’ve been the same. 75%.

Also House Stark (80%), followed by Martell (70% and I don’t even remember which house this is).

Happy to find that I scored lowest for the Houses Lannister, Frey, and Targaryen. With a few exceptions, they’re all horrid.

Though I gotta say: I think I’m smarter than the Starks. Their obsession with personal honor makes them blind to both (harmless) self-interest and the greater good.

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It’s wrong and shallow of me

…but I will totally reject guys on OKCupid based on their noses. Even if they’re otherwise attractive.

I don’t like my nose. It has more character than beauty. So I need a good nose on my potential mate in case we ever reproduce. I need a reliable nose in the gene mix so my kids will have a fighting chance.

Nose.

(Stay tuned for a future post where I neurotically obsess about chinlessness, theoretical life partners, and nonexistent children.)

leconducteurattend asked: Hey I really respected you on ladyblog. So I'm following you here. You probably have no idea who I am but it's cool. I just want to see your posts on my dash!

Is your username the same as it was on Jezebel? I think it rings a bell for me, actually.

Just to warn you, my blog is: gifs, cute animals, design, art, diy projects, with a healthy sprinkling of social justice-type posts, and plenty of me being an asshole and/or a dork.

Welcome!

I also steal tissues wherever I find them

 

rodmanstreet replied to your photo: The contents of my purse: Sunglasses Wallet …
only one stolen sugar packet? pshht

Well, I haven’t been to the fancy coffee shop lately.

Plus, I’m trying to break myself of hoarding them. One time, this sugar packet lived in my purse for so long that the paper got all thin and worn. It ripped open and the sugar melted all over my shiz because it was a warm day.

Now if only I could start throwing out old tissues instead of being gross and lazy and leaving them to turn into lint in my purse.

The contents of my purse:
Sunglasses
Wallet
Keys (my apt. building alone requires 4 keys!),
Altoids
Zipper bag with eye drops, hair bands, 4 lip balms/glosses, emergency tampons, hair barrette
Zipper bag with many pens
Post-Its
Pile of used tissues
Stolen sugar packet
Moleskine (my one concession to twee)
MAC lip glass in Nymphette
Labello lip balm…because I need half-a-dozen lip care products in my bag at all times
Pop-up brush with mirror
Klipsch earbuds case
Packet of tissues
Crumpled receipt
Semi-smashed granola bars
Dramamine
Now imagine a sprinkling of cracker dust and granola bits on top of all of this. Plus dozens of paperclips (seriously, where are they coming from?) everywhere.

The contents of my purse:

Sunglasses

Wallet

Keys (my apt. building alone requires 4 keys!),

Altoids

Zipper bag with eye drops, hair bands, 4 lip balms/glosses, emergency tampons, hair barrette

Zipper bag with many pens

Post-Its

Pile of used tissues

Stolen sugar packet

Moleskine (my one concession to twee)

MAC lip glass in Nymphette

Labello lip balm…because I need half-a-dozen lip care products in my bag at all times

Pop-up brush with mirror

Klipsch earbuds case

Packet of tissues

Crumpled receipt

Semi-smashed granola bars

Dramamine

Now imagine a sprinkling of cracker dust and granola bits on top of all of this. Plus dozens of paperclips (seriously, where are they coming from?) everywhere.

A-Z of Downlo

(elbeebee and nomchompsky):

A - Age: 29 years old

B - Bed size: Full

C - Chore you hate: Laundry and cleaning the bathtub

D - Dad’s name: Ah-bbah

E - Essential start your day item: Faceful of cat ass

F - Favorite color: Yellow

G - Gold or Silver: Gold

H - Height: 5’3 1/2 (I grew recently!)

I - Instruments you play(ed): Piano (poorly, mechanically)

J - Job title: Grad student

K - Kids: Zero. I can barely take care of msyelf!

L - Living arrangements: Apartment shared with one furry roommate

M - Mom’s name: Um-ma

N - Nicknames: My initials, because I usually sign off e-mails with them

O - Overnight hospital stay other than births: Once, but for a friend.

P - Pet Peeve: Being forced to repeat myself. Listen better, damnit!

R - Right or left handed: Right

S - Siblings: A brother and sister.

T - Time you wake up: Shamefully late these days (though I stay up late too)

U- Underwear: Cotton bikinis from Victoria’s Secret, occasional thongs for Sexy Times

V - Vegetable you dislike: Scallions

W - Ways you run late: Being me (sigh)

X - X-rays you’ve had: None

Y - Yummy food you make: Giant chewy chocolate chip cookies, beef veg stew, kimchi chigae, bibimbap, no-knead bread, french toast

Z - Zoo favorite: The big cats

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men’s hands

wtfox-:

nunmoreblack:

I’ve always liked big hands on men. And I have a thing for prominent veins that run down a man’s forearms and over his wrists and pop a bit on the back of his hands. Mrawr. 

My honey has really nice hands. They’re very large and warm and capable and graceful. 

Nnnnnnnf, yes. Also, not just big hands, but, like capable-looking ones. With long fingers. A bonus if the guy talks/gestures with his hands a lot too.

Excuse me, I must go lie down now.

Hands are also a big thing for me. Little, chubby, or stumpy hands on a man are not attractive to me. I like big, strong, artistic hands. My other ‘things’: lean, muscular forearms (especially with rolled-up shirt sleeves); a high, squarish forehead; a wolfish jaw and smile.

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