“May we flourish despite the wishes of our oppressors. Happy New Year. ’17. RESIST!”

[image: ink drawing of dove on olive branch with a banner that reads “May we flourish despite the wishes of our oppressors. Happy New Year. ’17. Resist!” ]
art by Shivana Sookdeo 


I hear the sighs of relief that 2016 has gasped it’s last breath. I’m here to be the killjoy. There’s no reason to believe that 2017 isn’t going to be an even bigger dumpster fire. Hopefully we can keep some favorite celebrities but you know, a lot of those famous people are up there in age and the natural end stage of aging is death. Good people will die. Maybe even Betty White or Tim Curry. If 2017 decides to suck on an epic scale, it’ll be George R.R. Martin.
We can only hope 2017’s body count is low , both in respect to famous people and unarmed black men.
2017 begins the idiokleptokakistocracy of Donald Trump. That’s terrible on it’s own but to me the biggest threat is that Paul Ryan and Mike Pence are in perfect position to fuck shit up and I have no doubt they will try. When asked about his hopes and resolutions for the new year, Samuel Beckett once replied by telegram, “resolutions colon zero stop period hopes colon zero stop beckett” . That could easily be me but I’m not going to let it. Nah.
2017 Resolution: RESIST
2017 Hopes: Obi-Wan Kenobi? And also that we don’t all die in a global nuclear dumpster fire. 
Here’s to resistance in 2017. We have a lot of it to do.
Image result for princess leia quote resistance

Recommend to me….

I do this every year as winter approaches on my personal social media but I thought I’d do a version of it here. I have a terrible time in the winter and having some new & different things help me get through.

This blog needs a little fluff sometimes. 

Recommend to me 1 or all of the following: 

  1. A book
  2. A movie or documentary
  3. An art or craft blog 
  4. A food blog…or maybe a specific recipe 
  5. A podcast 
  6. A song, album, or music artist
  7. A topic you’d like me to write about

Some things about me:

  • I read every type of genre. I often am reading a few books at once- usually something fiction, something non-fiction, and an assortment of others things like graphic novels/comics, cookbooks, young adult novels, etc
  • Same w/ movies… for the most part. Not a fan of gory horror. It’s hard to pick my favorite favorites.It might be Bladerunner. Or Arsenic and Old Lace,maybe. It’s hard to say.
  • I’m all about neat things to make and pretty things to look at. I’m a knitter, upcycler, sewer, general artsy person. I love stuff I can do with the kids  inside on school breaks and snow days. 
  • Ugh,to be poor and be a foodie, so I’m always looking for inspiration for low cost recipes. Or sometimes I just like to take a gourmet recipe and challenge myself to make it frugal.
  • My fave podcasts are bookish/writerish,current events, social commentary, music related, some pop culture. But I am certainly open to expanding into other topics.
  • I love music. All of it. 
  • And I always welcome input here!

Why I Despise The Hipster Aesthetic | The Autonomous Zone

In the 19th century, it became popular for wealthy curiosity-seekers to “go slumming,” visiting poor neighborhoods, ostensibly to increase their awareness of social issues, but more often to gawk at how “the other half” lived. Today, 
slum tourism is a thriving industry. The self-consciously DIY aesthetic of hipster design reflects the same sort of mawkish attitude: the challenge seems to be not, for example, how to create the best possible chair, but how to create a chair out of parts you might find in a favela junkyard. The fact that these types of accoutrements are found almost exclusively in establishments where no lower-income person would be welcome underscores the degree to which this affectation is utterly superficial.
via Why I Despise The Hipster Aesthetic | The Autonomous Zone

This piece speaks to some elements of hipster culture and poverty tourism that I also find rather annoying. This also applies to thrift store shopping for the sake of ironic fashion instead of necessity  and living in tiny houses and trailers because it’s so freakin’ cute & hip.