the strokes in conversation with hermione hoby for the guardian, february 2011 (x)
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
will byers stan first human second
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Xuebing Du

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the strokes in conversation with hermione hoby for the guardian, february 2011 (x)

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there’s this fascinating thing that happens where people (fans and ccs alike) don’t seem to understand how power dynamics function and what they mean. one of the most common manifestations of this misunderstanding is the belief that fan/cc interactions are an equal two-way street, that if fans want the ability to say whatever then they shouldn’t be able to complain if ccs respond to them however they want. this is of course incorrect; ccs hold the bulk of the power and influence in this dynamic, so they by nature have to be more careful with their behaviour.* you see similar manifestations with the idea that women saying they hate men is equally as harmful as men saying they hate women, or queer people saying they hate heterosexuals is equally as harmful as straight people saying they hate homosexuals, and so on and so forth. if you are a member of a privileged class, whatever that means for the context in which you operate, you will be expected to endure more in order to counteract that privilege. sometimes it sucks but it’s better than the alternative, which is weaponising your power and authority to hurt marginalised groups
*obviously this isn’t to say that fans should harass or harangue or otherwise bother ccs, but let’s be real, most of the ones who do are children, and if you as a content creator can’t handle hordes of misguided children screaming at you, you should probably pick another form of employment.
#mystreamer:
“it’s normally a bunch of keyboard warrior children, um, who wouldn’t dare say anything to you in person, um… but they prefer to tweet from an account that doesn’t have any of their info because that’s anonymous. um. but then the—the same people that like leave the comments are also the same ones that hold this like, weird moral high horse of like, creators aren’t allowed to reply to you, like you’re not allowed to call—someone can tweet something horrible at you but you’re not allowed to reply because if you do that’s you sending your audience on them and it’s like, I don’t know, maybe just don’t say horrible shit and that wouldn’t be a problem! you know? you’re not gonna have an issue with someone replying to you and then other people getting mad at you if you just didn’t say something rude.”
it is of course a disturbingly common streamer predilection to argue with fans on the internet, heedless* of the power imbalance; it would quite frankly be an indefensible position were the fans in question solely adults, but the fact that the majority of them are children—as acknowledged in this quote, even!—makes the situation significantly worse. yes, one of the consequences of celebrity is the audience, and being able to navigate interactions therewith. what particularly fascinates me about scott is that he clearly understands his position of power and privilege within the community—he is aware not only that the fans in question are primarily children but also that he would be “sending [his] audience on them” were he to reply (and “someone replying to you and then other people getting mad at you” is a delightfully vague way to say “a content creator quote-retweets someone and then that creator’s significantly larger and more devoted fanbase will harass that person”)—but he still thinks he should be allowed to do whatever he wants forever :)
— Dear [ ], Nick Lantz (bio)
[text ID: I hid your name in a poem. / I hid your name in my mouth. / I hid your name in plain sight.]
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#I fuck with this just because I lowkey have bad taste
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I think what people don't understand is you can analyze and engage with something critically, and also have it be your fetish. they're not mutually exclusive

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HUGE if true btw.
I’ve always been haunted by choice. I want the city and the forest. Freedom but also babies. A home and the open highway. I love it when other people choose anything for me—dinner spots, weekend plans, hiking trails. It’s one tiny decision I’m absolved from making. To choose is to be culpable and as a former evangelical kid, there are few things I hate more than being culpable. But being unable to choose becomes its own choice. When you don’t decide, a decision still arrives. Once I held the fleeting body of a farm cat newly struck on the side of a busy Ohio road. He’d gotten frightened in the rush and couldn’t pick which way to go. So he stalled and was hit by the car in front of me. When I lifted the big body, shuddering and warm, I felt him die in my hands. Awful as it was, I listened to that heaviness. I knew it was a lesson. To decide is to survive. I wrote a pep talk recently to myself on a bar napkin: no matter which road you take, it will be both glorious and unbearable. Every road is lonely. Every road, holy. The only error is not walking forth. Yesterday, a friend in California, when giving me directions, told me I could take the trail toward the tall pines or turn left and find a field of poppies, growing gold and savage at the edge of the valley. When I asked which to choose, she simply shrugged and said: either way, it’s all heaven.
— Culpable, Joy Sullivan (2024)
“Anxiously awaiting power snuggles,” FAO Schwarz’s huge grizzly bear is a slouching, seemingly invertebrate mammoth rippling with “serious spreads of soft spots” that are “just asking to be hauled and mauled,” while their elephant, as large as a St. Bernard, is described as “big, plump, and deliciously soft with soulful brown eyes that encourage big-time hugging and smooching.” Vacant and malleable, animals like these inhabit a world of soothing tactile immediacy in which there are no sharp corners or abrasive materials but in which everything has been conveniently soft-sculpturized to yield to our importunate squeezes and hugs. If such soulless insentience is any indication, cuteness is the most scrutable and externalized of aesthetics in that it creates a world of stationary objects and tempting exteriors that deliver themselves up to us, putting themselves at our disposal and allowing themselves to be apprehended entirely through the senses. In light of the intense physicality of our response to their helpless torpor, our compulsive gropings even constitute something one might call cute sex or, in point of fact, given that one of the partners lies there groggy and catatonic, a kind of necrophilia, a neutered coupling consummated in our smothering embrace of a serenely motionless object incapable of reciprocating. Far from being content with the helplessness of our young as we find them in their natural state, we take all kinds of artificial measures to dramatize this vulnerability even further by defacing them, embarrassing them, devitalizing them, depriving them of their selfhood, and converting them, with the help of all of the visual and sartorial tricks at our disposal, into disempowered objects, furry love balls quivering in soft fabrics as they lapse into withdrawal for their daily fix of TLC. - Casting melting glances from sad button eyes, today’s winsome “critters” have also been redesigned as more serviceable cute sex toys, much like the gaping-mouthed dolls available in adult book stores: Their arms are now permanently sewn in an outstretched position, rather than dangling at their sides as they once did, simulating an embrace as lifeless as the latex clasp of our “fantasy playmates.”
cute, quaint, hungry, and romantic: the aesthetics of consumerism - daniel harris
Something becomes cute not necessarily because of a quality it has but because of a quality it lacks, a certain neediness and inability to stand alone, as if it were an indigent starveling, lonely and rejected because of a hideousness we find more touching than unsightly. - Cuteness, in short, is not something we find in our children but something we do to them. Because it aestheticizes unhappiness, helplessness, and deformity, it almost always involves an act of sadism on the part of its creator, who makes an unconscious attempt to maim, hobble, and embarrass the thing he seeks to idolize - The process of conveying cuteness to the viewer disempowers its objects, forcing them into ridiculous situations and making them appear more ignorant and vulnerable than they really are. Adorable things are often most adorable in the middle of a pratfall or a blunder. - Although the gaze we turn on the cute thing seems maternal and solicitous, it is in actuality transformative and will stop at nothing to appease its hunger for expressing pity and big-heartedness, even at the cost of mutilating the object of its affections. - Turning its targets into statues and plush dolls, cuteness is ultimately dehumanizing, paralyzing its victims into comatose or semi-conscious things.
cute, quaint, hungry, and romantic: the aesthetics of consumerism - daniel harris

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Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
please keep talking about how Becky from Maryland doesn't like the rising gas prices. It's clearly the more pressing issue.
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
ActionAid India
SEEDS India
GlobalGiving
Raise India (Project Tapan)
i need a shoegaze remix or something of i dont smoke so bad i might open garageband. I DONT KNOW. IM DYING
this is the guy they made video games for. literally nobody else
Savior Convent, Voronezh region, Russia — rock-hewn Orthodox cave church with painted icons and onion domes carved into a chalk cliff.
if you are 6ft and rping as a cutesy 4'11 defenceless little creature DNI!!!!!!!!!!

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the media literacy on this website may be piss poor but still when i see someone handwringing about media literacy ~70% of the time they're just complaining about the fact that other people disagree with them
Television producers who find their message ‘failing to get across’ are frequently concerned to straighten out the kinks in the communication chain, thus facilitating the ‘effectiveness’ of their communication. Much research which claims the objectivity of ‘policy-oriented analysis’ reproduces this administrative goal by attempting to discover how much of a message the audience recalls and to improve the extent of understanding. No doubt misunderstandings of a literal kind do exist. The viewer does not know the terms employed, cannot follow the complex logic of argument or exposition, is unfamiliar with the language, finds the concepts too alien or difficult or is foxed by the expository narrative. But more often broadcasters are concerned that the audience has failed to take the meaning as they — the broadcasters — intended. What they really mean to say is that viewers are not operating within the ‘dominant’ or ‘preferred’ code.
Stuart Hall, Encoding and Decoding in the Television Discourse.
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