I live in Copenhagen, Denmark, and my parents are from Korea. The other day I went to the mall and I was just leaving a clothing store that is next to this beauty salon, and two employees from there were giving samples of some sort of soap(? and they saw me so, one of them started yelling at me NI HAO NI HAO CHING CHONG CHANG THIS FOR YOU THIS FOR YOU and then they both pointed at me and laughed. I ignored them. Then, when I went home, I contacted the company’s customer service, and talked to the manager of the store, he apologized to me and offered to send me free products. I declined the offer because I didn’t wanna have anything to remind me of what happened. However, the guy said that the two employees had been fined and that he warned them that any other misbehaviour would result in both of them losing their jobs. I am honestly just tired of people harassing me with Ni Hao, I’M NOT EVEN CHINESE, AND I WAS BORN IN EUROPE. I SPEAK 5 LANGUAGES AND CHINESE IS NOT ONE OF THEM. At least, ask me if i’m Chinese before saying Ni Hao. Even if I was, it’s not okay to just assume someone’s ethnicity by the way they look.
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i’m honestly so tired of this idea that the only people who care about free speech/freedom of expression are privileged people who have never experienced bigotry in their lives, as if silencing and censorship aren’t some of the oldest, most time-tested and effective forms of oppression.
I remember a little 2011 Joe Cornish film called Attack the Block,
which showed the difference between the mindset of a low-class black
person and a middle-class white person; when shit hits the fan, a white character exclaimed, “we have to call the police!” and everybody
in the black neighbourhood gives each other a Look, as if to say, “yeah,
that’ll do a fat lot of good, I’m sure.”I suspect people who look down on free speech, and particularly those who go so far as to call for measures like hate speech legislation, fall into similar ways of
thinking, with a similar blindspot: legislation is not impartial.
Legislation is not neutral. Legislation is a tool of those in power, and
when you are oppressed, when you are the vulnerable minority groups of
society, the law is, fundamentally, not on your side.In the same spirit, my main argument in support of free speech is
essentially, “Can you assure me that legislative restriction upon this
will not be abused to oppress the very people you want to protect?
Remember, Donald Trump is President of the United States, and we as yet have no guarantee there will never be a President like him to come.”
okay so like. something being a coping mechanism doesn’t make it healthy or exempt from criticism. drug abuse is a coping mechanism, self harm is a coping mechanism, alcohol abuse is a coping mechanism, violence is a coping mechanism, all sorts of dangerous and unhealthy things are used to cope. being used to cope does not make these things healthy or okay. there are lots of healthy coping mechanism and the evil antis y’all hate so much just want you to move to a healthier coping mechanism.
Okay, look. I want to go easy on this because op is 14, but there’s something really important that he and everyone else that thinks this post makes sense needs to understand.
If you treat addiction or self harm the way I’ve seen antis treat cope shipping, you’re going to do more harm than good.
I don’t cope ship, so I can’t really make a comparison out of this, but since op already has… I’ve self harmed for almost seventeen years. I’m well aware it’s not healthy. I’ve been in therapy for longer than I’ve been hurting myself. Most mental health professionals I’ve worked with over the last decade are aware that I do this.
Do you know what they do when I bring it up? They don’t rant to me about how unhealthy it is. They don’t tell me I’m a horrible person for hurting myself. They ask if I’ve taken care of the wounds. They ask if I feel unsafe. They ask me to talk about it if I’ve done it rather than being secretive about it. They ask me about my feelings around it and what I felt caused me to do it that time.
Something being not healthy does not mean the answer is berating the person who does it. Nor does making them feel guilty and pressuring them to stop. Most of the time, all you’re going to do is push them deeper into that hole. If they try to promise they’ll stop and they slip up, that’s just more guilt and crappy feelings for their brains to cite as good reasons to keep up the self destructive behavior.
You don’t personally have to be supportive of people’s self destruction, and certainly distance yourself from them if they’re hurting you, but if you’re aggressive about how bad it is that they’re hurting themselves, you’re not going to make them stop doing it, you’re just going to give them more reasons to keep destroying themselves.
And here’s the other thing, OP.
It just isn’t up to you.
You don’t get to single people out and make them do what you think they should be doing instead.
A coping mechanism can be problematic or unhealthy, and still better than what someone could be doing instead. If you’re not intimately familiar with their life? You don’t know. Even if you are? You don’t get to control other people like that.
If they are hurting someone else? By all means offer help and support to that person if you feel you’re in a position to do so. If they’re hurting you? You can protect yourself however you need to, you can look for support to help you do that.
But if you just decided that their coping mechanism isn’t healthy and you want them to have a different one?
Not up to you. Not your division. Not your circus, not your monkeys.
You can have opinions, but you just don’t get to make those decisions for other people.
Also a lot of people have had experiences with their mental or bodily autonomy being violated “for your own good,” and if you’re just gonna recreate those dynamics, it’s not gonna help. It’s not gonna help them and it’s not gonna help you. It’s really, really not.
On abled people’s hostility when the Disabled refuse their “help”:
“I’m coming to the conclusion that ‘helping’ us is actually a form of
street theatre, performed for the adulation of the audience, and in which
we are merely props.Of course no one expects their props to speak up and critique the performance!”
–David Gillon, U.K. writer, blogger, disability advocate, and else-Web acquaintance of mine (quoted with permission)
im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever
scottish trad music genres:
- Everyone I Love Is Dead
- The English Have Stolen All My Sheep
- You Want To Be My Boyfriend? First You Must Answer These Riddles Three
- The Protestants Have Stolen All My Sheep
- I Love You A Lot But You’ve Left Me And It’s Raining [fiddle solo]
- The Sea Is Treacherous, Just Like The English
- One Time Bonnie Prince Charlie Punched Me In The Face And It Was Awesome
- The Fairies Have Stolen All My Sheep
We have of course the traditional Irish music genres to go with them:
* Everyone I Love Is An Allegorical Representation of Ireland
* The English Stole My Farm And Put Sheep On It
* You Were My Boyfriend But Now You Won’t Even Come To The Window To Look Upon Me And Our Dead Infant Child (In The Rain)
* Whack Fol Too La Roo Umptytiddly Good They’ve Stopped Listening Now Let’s Talk About Revolution
* Something In Irish, I Think It’s About Fairies, Or Maybe A Cow
oooo can I add to this? don’t forget Appalachian folk balladry, the American cousin of Scottish and Irish traditional music and just as uplifting as its Anglo-Saxon highland forbears!!!
genres include:
- I Left Everyone I Love Back Home In The Holler To Be With This Guy Who Doesn’t Wear Shoes Or Have Teeth But He Plays A Mean Jug
- The English Told Us Not To Move West Yet, We Ignored Them, My Entire Family Was Killed
- You Were My Boyfriend But You Tied A Sack Of Rocks To My Petticoats And Threw Me In The Creek (And My Baby Too)
- Mama Loves All 14 Of Us A Lot But She’s Weary Of Our Shit And Now She’s Dyin’ (Gather Round)
- The McCleans Stole A Firewood Log From Our Pile So We Won’t Rest Until The Last Of Their Male Kin Is Laid In The Cold Ground
- We Knew The River Would Rise But We Still Didn’t Fix The Levee
- The River Rose, The Levee Broke, Everyone Died, It Was Just As We Reckoned (dulcimer twang-a-lang)
- When The Rebels Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Southern Man And I Feed Their Horses My Best, When The Yankees Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Northern Man And I Feed Their Horses What The Rebels Left
- The Tennessee Valley Authority Killed All My Sheep Somehow
Don’t forget that old standby “The Mine Collapsed and Everyone Died”!
I think someone needs to put in a word for the English folk tradition though:
- I Met a Girl and We Went Hunting (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
- I Met a Girl and We Caught Some Birds (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
- I Met a Girl and We Found Her Lost Pet (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
- I Met a Girl By Staying At Her Parents’ House and She Made My Bed (It Was an Especially Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Sex)
- I Am a Girl and I Regret Engaging In Metaphors for Sex Because Now I’m Pregnant
- I Met a Girl and Bribed Her Into Sex But She Stole My Horse and Ran Away With It
- I Met a Girl At an Inn and We Had Non-Metaphorical Sex But She Stole My Stuff The Next Morning and Now I Have Syphilis
- Your Fiance Died Either at Trafalgar or Waterloo, Let’s Get Married, I’m Glad You Said No Because I’m Really Him In Disguise
- Lord Nelson Sure Was Awesome
- The Press-Gang Dragged Off All the Important Men in My Life (And Now They Are Dead)
- Farm Laborers Are The Salt of the Earth And Are Never Grindingly Poor
- Begging Is a Completely Viable Career Option With Flexible Hours and Unlimited Access to Alcohol
behold mongolian folk music genres
- I Went Out Riding and Noticed Mongolia
- We Fought a Bunch of Guys (On Horseback)
- Witness My Many Ungulates
- (While On a Horse) I Met a Hot Girl Who Reminded Me of a Plant
- On Three, Say What That Terrain Feature Looks Like to You (One, Two, Three, A Horse)
- Witness My Many Ancestors’ Many Ungulates
- I Also Enjoy Heavy Metal, Especially If It’s Made of Horseshoes
- Oooorrrrweeeeuuurrrreeeeuuuuwwwwwrrrrrrrr (Is Tuvan for “Horse”)
- You Might Not Know This About Me, But I Own a Horse
THE MONGOLIAN FOLK SONGS MADE IT BETTER.
now with more okinawan!
We Must Plant the Crops, Let’s Get Drunk!
We Must Harvest the Crops, Let’s Get Drunk!
There’s No Crops Right Now, Let’s Get Drunk!
- Sex On the Beach Is Awesome, War Is Bad
- There Are Ghosts in the Trees
- The Japanese Exploit Us (And the Americans Do Too)
- I Love the Sea, This Island Is Beautiful, War Is Still Bad
- Hey, There’s an Old Man, Let’s Get Drunk!
- Respect Your Parents Or You Will Be Lost at Sea Forever
As the daughter of a folksinger and spouse of a folklorist, I love this SO MUCH. Here’s some from the sub-sub-genre of French folk songs of the Midwest…
- I Am A Brawny-Armed Lumberjack Who Loves a Town Girl, Oh No!
- Oh Fuck, I Slept With a Fur Trapper, What Shall I Tell Maman?
- Hauling Logs, Rolling Logs, Driving Logs, All Day, What Ho!
- Like Hell You’re Marrying That Good for Nothing Bambocheur!
- Fetch My Gold Ring That Fell Into the Sea! Now!
- I Met A Sailor While A-Strolling, And Now We Are In Love!
- I Want to Kiss the Sailor I Met A-Strolling, But I’m Afraid My Father Will Find Out!
- Oh Fuck, I Kissed the Sailor I Met A-Strolling And Now We Are Doomed!
Some Italian Folk Music Genres
A Spider Has Bitten Me And If I Do Not Dance I Will Die, Alas
I Am A Very Fancy Man With A Very Fancy Hat
The Cable Car Is A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor For Your Feminine Torture, O Woman
Rome Is The Very Best Place And Every Other Place Is Just Awful
I Love You, But You Are Married
I Love You, But You Are Fickle (Why Did You Dance With The Baker’s Son, Thou Vixen?)
I Love You, But You Left Me All Alone On This Romantic Wind-Swept Hillside, Which Is Actually Very Pretty, But Not As Pretty As You, Foul Temptress
Rome Is Still The Best Place And Every Other Place Can Go Right To Hell
Seriously Once You Have Been To Rome You Will Just Be Sick At The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else, You Will Pine Away And Die
I Love You, But You Are Dead (Or Maybe You Just Went To Live In A Slightly Prettier Place)
Rome, Rome, O Rome, Ah Rome, Rome Rome Rome, Have I Mentioned That I Love Rome?
Venetian Special Genres:
Women Are Like The Ocean: Salty And Full Of Drowned Sailors
Women Are Like The Ocean: I Cannot Figure Them Out At All
I Saw You One Time At A Party And I Have Designs Upon Your Feminine Virtue
I Love You, But You Are Married To The Ocean (For Some Reason)
I thought I would add some Dutch ones, because I saw no one had added any:
– That Girl Is A Prostitute (But At Least She Goes To Church)– That Incompetent Sailor Is Actually A Girl, But She Will Have Sex With You If You Don’t Kick Her Off The Boat
– Someone Of Any Occupation Is Doing Something, But Unfortunately They Are Now Dead
– Fuck You Spain (Haha, We Sunk Your Boat And Stole Your Silver)
– Fuck You England
– We Might Be Small, But We Will Fight You
– Life Isn’t So Bad, If You Just Go Outside
– Fuck You Winter
– Look At That Guy (Wild Racism)
– We Like Going To Other Countries (More Wild Racism)
– Drinking Is Fun
– Drinking Makes Me Long For Sea
– God Is My Dad
– My Province Is Great And Full Of Nature
Some nice Russian folk songs:
- There Was A War And Everyone is Dead, There’s Also a Symbolic Bird
- There is Going to Be a War And Everyone Will Die, There’s Also a Sybmolic Bird
- The Dyeing Is Happening Right Now, There’s Also a Symbolic Bird
- I Had a Dream About Us Dying (No Birds Involved)
- Alas You Are Dead
- I’m a Bird, I Drink Vodka
- Fuck It’s Cold
- Frost Do Not Freeze Me Do Not Freeze My Horse Do Not Freeze My Wife Please I Have Children
And my personal favourite:
- Ayy Lmao This Guys Head Just Got Shot Off, We Are Going to Die Hahaha
I just couldn’t miss an opportunity to provide you a comprehensive summary of Ukrainian folk music genres.
~ I Married To A Man And Moved Far From My Home But I Want Fucking Back On My Fucking Land To My Parents And A Guy Whom I Actually Planned To Marry Before My Society’s Patriarchal Structure Destroyed My Life
~ A Guy Whom I Loved Loved Me And Also A Some Other Bitch So I Poisoned Him So That Nobody Gets Him
~ This Is My Land And I Love It Very Much, Period
~ I Made A Traditional Kupala Wreath And Released It On Water To Find My Love, No Sexual Hits Involved
~ I Have A Veeery Deeeeep Well In My Garden, And Also A Veeery Curly-Wurly Cabbage, And Also A Veeery Sweeeet Carrot Growing There, Come On Guys Check It Out, Oh, And There Are Totally No Sexual Hints
~ Graphic Descriptions Of Lesbian Sex
~ Everybody Is Dead After A Battle But There Is One Particular Cossack Whom I Am Especially Obligated To Mourn About Because He Is A Representative Of Our Entire Nation’s Young People
~ The Couple Cannot Be Together Because Of Various Reasons And Everybody Cries
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The Couple Cannot Be Together Because Of Various Reasons And Everybody Cries And It’s Compared To Some Sad Shit Happening In Nature
~ Let’s Kill All People Who Threaten Ukraine Hahaha Yay!
~Let’s Kill All People Who Threaten Ukraine And Involve Some Couple Who Cannot Be Together Because Of Various Reasons And Everybody Cries
Adding these well-known Cajun hits
~ I have a boat and have procured many crawfish do you love me?
~ I sure do love crawfish, boats, the bayou, and also dancing
~ My girlfriend can cook, and is therefore superior your girlfriend, who cannot
~ my girlfriend cannot cook and is therefore inferior to all other girlfriends
~ I saw you over a pile of crawfish and knew I was in love (on the bayou)
~ a list of regional dishes set to the tune of kitchen utensils
Reblogging for the International additions.
TIL that when Ken McElroy was murdered with at least two different guns, the residents of Skidmore, Missouri refused to identify the shooters. For decades he was known as the ‘town bully’ due to multiple crimes throughout town, and at the time was on trial for shooting an elderly grocer in the neck.
so i’m thinking about that ptsd post i made earlier and it made me think about something
we talk all the time about how mental illness of some kind is hella common and how anyone can get sick…
…but we rarely talk about people with mental illnesses like they’re ordinary, normal people experiencing a normal thing.
in fact, we often go so far as to differentiate ourselves from “neurotypical karen” as though most people are “neurotypical karen”
rather than seeing, idk, depression as similar to having, like, bad knees
not everyone has bad knees, and people who have bad knees experience things people who don’t have bad knees don’t (case in point: chatty able-bodied people, stop STANDING IN CURB CUTS OH MY GOD), but just about everyone knows someone with bad knees and doesn’t think having them is Weird
this website is really uniquely terrible in nearly every way but where else am i gonna put my posts about batman being named after bruce springsteen. do i post that on facebook? do i email my mom
whu want to know a secret of cat ?
I do!
secret is sometimes am not even hungré. sometimes… just love to screme
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