Jesus, probably. (via glossylalia)
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost."
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” (via endegame)
I will always reblog this.(via mattdoucette)
She can go fuck herself.
I think the “rape me” commentary was extrapolated from the conversation. It’s up in their air whether Sophia was discussing a forced / unwanted advance. Kirsten laughing sort of says to me that there was something lost in the translation from interview to print. Perhaps they were just talking about having a relationship with the director? That said, the word choice of “pounce” is pretty telling.
But Kirsten also sucks for the earlier comments, so I see no problem disagreeing with those at all.
ComicsAlliance Editor Andy Khouri challenges men in the fandom, professional, and media communities to police each other and put a stop to sexual harassment:
Sexual harassment isn’t an occupational hazard. It’s not a glitch in the complex matrix of modern life. It’s not something that just “happens.” It’s something men do. It’s a choice men make. It’s a problem men enable. It’s sometimes a crime men commit. And it is not in the power nor the responsibility of women to wage war on this crime.
It’s on us.
How do we fight this war? We stop enabling. We check ourselves and, when necessary, wreck ourselves. Do you know a guy who’s hate-following women on Twitter just to troll them? You check him. Do you know a guy who’s writing disgusting screeds to women journalists because they don’t like the same things he likes? You check him. Do you know a professional whose discourse with women in his field is loaded with gender-specific language and condescension that could enable further abuse? You check him. Are your Twitter followers identifying you as a sympathetic ear for their sexist views? You check yourself. Is your website’s message board a cesspool of ignorance and hate? You check it like you actually give a damn. Do you know a guy who’s sending rape threats to women for any reason? Oh, you report that guy.
Excellent, must read piece by my man Andy.
The best comment I’ve seen all day
I’m gonna tell you why this is true. Because it absolutely is. And I’m not defending the behavior, I just know there are people out there wondering how this happens. Here it is:
The world is populated by assholes. It’s that simple. 90% of the people you meet day in and day out, are just fucking stupid. They have no business being alive, let alone being given the ability to communicate with others. They just plain suck.
In the comic boards it’s even worse. How so you ask?
Because this particular breed of asshole spent the majority of their lives locked away, after being rejected for the prom by every pretty girl in their high school. So now that they have some tiny iota of power (if you even want to call having fake internet points power), they feel the need to enact revenge by telling off other, different females, who as irony would have it, probably would have said yes to their invitation to the prom.
You see, that whole ‘hate begets hate’ thing? It also applies to assholes. When you’re an asshole to someone, it turns them into an asshole to other people.
So let’s go back to the beginning of my little rant, shall we? The part about 90% of the world being full of assholes. We can all solve this problem. We can get rid of the assholes we created. I’m not saying you have to go to the prom with the guy, but maybe still try being his friend?
If you see someone being an asshole, stop them. Your ‘bro’ is being a dick? Tell him to knock it the fuck off. Your girl at school stepped over the line? Call her out.
Assholes don’t come out of nowhere - we create them. They’re our own little pets. Only now they’re biting and asking cosplay girls to show their tits (or so I would imagine).
Let’s just all try to be a bit nicer to each other. You’d be surprised how much of this shit would go away.
And for the love of God, let’s give Wonder Woman her own movie.