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Floppy Guidance

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Burning floppies was sooooo fun, though. The plastic would melt while still burning, sending little fireballs to the ground. Note: for outside enjoyment only; I'm pretty sure the fumes were toxic.
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I miss Beagle Brothers.
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AMAZING

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This weekend, Melissa McCarthy reprised her role as White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer on Saturday Night Live for the cold open, and it was, of course, amaaaaazing.

Video Description: Melissa McCarthy, outfitted as Sean Spicer, complete with ill-fitting suit, gives a press conference. She starts by promising to be calm and cut back on the gum, then immediately is not calm and chews massive amounts of gum. She can't pronounce names of foreign dignitaries, finally saying, "You know what? Let's just call her Connie." She then takes questions, and again responds by freaking out, eventually turning to dolls to demonstrate her point, in the process confessing the immigration ban is rank racism. She reads a list of imaginary terrorist attacks, and then accuses Nordstrom of terrorism, showing that she's wearing an Ivanka bangle and high-heeled shoes. She introduces Jeff Sessions, played by Kate McKinnon, who says, "There are two kinds of crime: Regular and Black," before being hussled off the stage. McCarthy's Spicer then uses a leaf blower on a reporter to shut her up, before chasing reporters around the room on her podium, used like a Segway. "Live from New York, it's Saturday night!"
Now, that was pretty great, but, my friends, THEN THERE WAS THIS.

Video Description: An SNL digital short, featuring Leslie Jones on a quest to play Donald Trump. She studies Trump's speech and mannerisms. She blows off her boyfriend to do her Trump research. She's outfitted in a Trump wig and eyebrows, even as people tell her it will never happen. She goes to see producer Lorne Michaels and does a terrible Trump impression. He tells her it's not going to happen, then she explodes on Lorne, in a very Trumpian way. She is escorted out. On the street, still in costume, she looks forlorn. Then Melania pulls up in a limo, mistaking her for Trump, and she gets in and they drive away.
Sometimes, dreams really do come true.

Donald Trump has managed to restrain himself from tweeting about SNL recently. But of course we know that he can't look away, and that all of it is getting under his thin skin: "More than being lampooned as a press secretary who makes up facts, it was Spicer's portrayal by a woman that was most problematic in the president's eyes, according to sources close to him."

Keep it up, ladies of SNL. Keep it up.
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Y'all, the Ghostbusters are coming to save us.
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Who's Style is That? Louis XIV or Donald Trump? An Interior Design Guide to the New President

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Who's Style is That? Louis XIV or Donald Trump? An Interior Design Guide to the New President:

BONUS POST: McMansion Hell on Donald Trump

Y’all knew it was coming. And now, may all your dreams come true. 

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Moral Action in Trump’s America

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I’m way deep in a big project, and rather significantly behind on it too, so my blogging for the next few months is going to be quick-hit stuff rather than anything thought through.  I’ll try to make up for that by making it as regular a practice as I can to toss good reads your way.

Todays comes from Masha Gessen, someone y’all know I greatly admire.  About a week ago she posted a piece on The New York Review of Books site.  In it, she asks if the realist stance in politics can function in the context of Trump.  To find out, she looks to her own family history — including choices she made — to answer no.  She takes no prisoners:

In Bialystok ghetto, my great-grandfather’s responsibility in the Judenrat was to ensure that the ghetto was supplied with food. He ran the trucks that brought food in and took garbage out, he ran the canteen and supervised the community gardens that a group of young socialists planted. He also discouraged the young socialists from trying to organize a resistance movement: it would be of no use and would only jeopardize the ghetto’s inhabitants. It took him almost two years to change his mind about the resistance efforts, as he slowly lost hope that the Judenrat, by generally following the rules and keeping the ghetto inhabitants in line, would be able to save at least some of them.

As in other ghettos, the Judenrat was ultimately given the task of compiling the lists of Jews to be “liquidated.” The Bialystok Judenrat accepted the job, and there is every indication that my great-grandfather took part in the process. The arguments in defense of producing the list, in Bialystok and elsewhere, were pragmatic: the killing was going to occur anyway; by cooperating, the Judenrat could try to reduce the number of people the Nazis were planning to kill (in Bialystok, this worked, though in the end the ghetto, like all other ghettos, was “liquidated”); by compiling the lists, the Judenrat could prevent random killing, instead choosing to sacrifice those who were already near death from disease or starvation. These were strong arguments. There is always a strong argument.

But what if the Jews had refused to cooperate?

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Was Arendt right that fewer people might have died? Was Trunk right that Judenrat activities had no effect on the final outcome? Or would mass murder of Jews have occurred earlier if Jews had refused to manage their own existence in the ghetto? We cannot know for certain, any more than we can know now whether a scorched-earth strategy or the strategy of compromise would more effectively mitigate Trumpism. But that does not mean that a choice—the right choice—is impossible. It only means that we are asking the wrong question.

The right question…or better, the right stance, the right scale on which to weigh any choice of action?

We cannot know what political strategy, if any, can be effective in containing, rather than abetting, the threat that a Trump administration now poses to some of our most fundamental democratic principles. But we can know what is right. What separates Americans in 2016 from Europeans in the 1940s and 1950s is a little bit of historical time but a whole lot of historical knowledge….

Armed with that knowledge, or burdened with that legacy, we have a slight chance of making better choices. As Trump torpedoes into the presidency, we need to shift from realist to moral reasoning. That would mean, at minimum, thinking about the right thing to do, now and in the imaginable future. It is also a good idea to have a trusted friend capable of reminding you when you are about to lose your sense of right and wrong.

I’m convinced Gessen is correct.  More, I believe her demand that we make the moral choice first, and then pursue whatever particular tactic seems most likely to embody that choice, will be the most effective, as well as the right thing to do.  A Democratic response to Trump that says we can make this work a little better enshrines Trumpism, and all the vicious GOP assumptions as the ground on which such matters get decided.  One that says “No. This is wrong.  Democrats will oppose, not mitigate…” is the one that creates a real choice going forward on the ground on which we want to fight.

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Image: Charles Le Brun, Horatius Cocles Defending the Bridgec. 1642/3 (I know it’s not dead on point, but it’s close, and I always loved the story, so there.)

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neil-gaiman: bookdates: So this is happening on Twitter. And...

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neil-gaiman:

bookdates:

So this is happening on Twitter. And it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

tfw you realise you spent an evening flirting with a dictionary.

I think this is my fetish

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By not that girl in "fucking up his entire morning routine 2 get another look at the cute boy" on MeFi

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Here is a Stucky fandom story:

My oldest kid is 21. We're in the process of legally adopting them after they were cut off by their bio-fam for being genderqueer and trans.

Oldest Kid and I have a lot in common, and one of the things we share is a love for Stucky.

So last year for my birthday, OK gave me a button with a drawing of Steve & Bucky kissing on it, and I put it on my wallet.

I have a bunch of buttons on my wallet. The Stucky one, an #I'llGoWithYou one for trans bathroom support, and a whole bunch from my favorite button maker, beanforest, including "Fortinbras should arrive at any moment to turn this mayhem around," "do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass," and "kind, caring, compassionate, and kinkier than you'd expect."

Jump forward to June 15, just two weeks ago. I have Kid #2, aka The Lego Savant (age 15), and Kid #3, aka The Brain aka The Universal Beloved (age 12) with me, as well as two of their friends, and we are checking into our hotel for a major Lego convention. The Orlando shootings were three days earlier.

Our desk clerk is a little bit flaming.

He says to me as I take my credit card out, "Oh, can I look at your buttons? I love buttons."

I hand my wallet over, he looks it over, and he hands it back to me, observing that his favorite is the Gregor Samsa one.

I say, "Not Steve and Bucky kissing?"

He says, "Give that back to me." He looks at it again, and says, "Oh, well—boys kissing," with a dismissive little flip of his shoulder and hand that means, "This is something I see so routinely that I didn't even notice it." We chat a bit about Captain America's need for a boyfriend while we finish checking out. He gives me free wi-fi because this is the kind of thing that happens when one has just made a Queer Family Connection. A friend of mine once got free pie this way.

The teenagers and I take to calling him, very affectionately, Matthew The Obviously Gay Desk Clerk. "Are there any more pillows?" "I don't see any, but they'll bring some more up. Call the front desk and ask Matthew The Obviously Gay Desk Clerk about it."

I am a big ol' queer who is rarely read as one in public. My partner is a man, I've always been kind of low-maintenance femme in my self-presentation, and I'm fat, middle-aged, and a mother of four, which for most people erases any idea that I might have any sexuality at all, let alone a queer one. I often see gay, lesbian, or trans-seeming people and wish we could do that mutual-cruise acknowledgement thing, but it rarely happens.

That my Steve And Bucky Kissing button allowing MTOGDC and me to recognize each other feels kind of big, especially three days after Orlando. MTOGDC is young, and I somehow want to reach out to him from my position as a big ol' middle-aged queer, and comfort him if he needs it, or just to let him know that someone who is old enough to be his mother thinks it's wonderful simply that he exists, or to comfort myself. I have an impulse, and I order a book for him from Amazon (bless the two-day shipping in such situations).

Before the book arrives, he and I have another conversation, in which I tell him that he is MTOGDC, and he says, "Bi, actually," and I say, "Oh, my god, I'm so ashamed, how could I have jumped to such a conclusion, I mean, jeez, seriously me too."

The book is Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan, which is appropriate because its title quotes our first conversation, and because it is about a previous generation of gay men, the AIDS dead, watching a new generation grow up. When it arrives I find myself feeling hesitant to actually give it to him. I often have these kind of affectionate impulses that I think might be kind of weird, but the Nerd Herd (as I was calling the four teenagers I'd brought to the Lego convention) encouraged me to do it.

"It's not too weird?" I asked.

The Lego Savant's best friend (a total flamer, although he has not come out and maybe he never well), says, "It's a good kind of weird."

The Lego Savant says, "There are a lot worse ways to be weird," which from my very own teenager I take as a high compliment.

So I write Matthew the Actually Bisexual Desk Clerk a letter, in which I tell him what it meant to me to be visible to him as queer, and I tell him some about my 21-year-old, who was very freaked out after Orlando, and about my 8yo son who we mistook for a girl when he was born, and I wish him every happiness, and I put it inside the book, and I manage to gift-wrap it in flyers for Lego-related websites that were in our welcome packets, and my 12-year-old, who is everyone's favorite person, drops it off to MTABDC on the way to a Lego BattleBots competition or something.

The next morning, there is an envelope under the door of the room. I think it's our bill, but when I open it up, it's from Matthew. And he says:

In light of recent events in our community, your letter and gift, as well as the joy of hosting you and your beautiful family, was a treasure. While Matthew the Obviously Gay Desk Clerk does have a good cadence (and might be a good heroic alias), the opportunity you provided for me to speak my truth, and your willingness to hear it, was very empowering. Thank you. You really turned my week back in the right direction.

Matthew, The Very Clearly Queer Desk Clerk


And that is the story of how Stucky fanart helped me and another queer person connect with each other and heal a little bit of the world in the days after it had been badly broken once again.

Stucky 4ever.
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skittone
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I don't know who Stucky is, but this story is nonetheless touching.
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