Alright, so I just found out about Eurovision yesterday but let me say it is yet another reason why the US just can’t hang! It’s hard to describe without seeing it, but basically it is a Europe wide (and Israel for some reason) music competition that spawned the likes of Celine Dion, Jedward, and ABBA. It’s fucking amazing and the acts range from super campy (man singing opera in a female’s range) to pretty tame (cute little man from Malta playing the ukelele) Our dear friends Amy and Richy were here to share the joy of Eurovision and now that we know that Denmark is the 2013 CHAMPS, we are totally fucking going to Denmark next year to watch the show live.
The picture is Finland’s controversial lady kiss to the tune of this horribly anti-feminist song called ‘Marry Me’ in which the singer declared to her future partner “I’m your slave and you’re my master.” Although I guess if you find out that she’s singing it to a lady it’s progressive.
Anyways, use the internet. Watch Eurovision. It will change your life.
Pro tip: if you have to friend request your ex boyfriend more than once it probably means he doesn’t want to be friends. Cheers!
Making so many crafts for my frandz with the SEWING MACHINE I NOW HAVE thanks to one of the girls from work. I am so excited. SEW EXCITED!!!! Hand sewing blows. It is nice to feel mildly artistic again since I have no drawing or painting talents whatsoever.
Sometimes I think about how easily pleased the girls in Little House on the Prairie were. Like, one Christmas, after Mary went blind, she made Laura a string of buttons for her present. A motherfucking string of motherfucking buttons. And you know what? Laura LOVED it. And like once every couple months their father would travel into town and bring them back some sugar cane to suck on.
Their dad was a total dick, too. Remember the time he found a watermelon growing down by Plum Creek? All Laura could think about was eating that watermelon, she fantasized about eating that watermelon, probably because they were surviving on salted beef and hard bread. But Ma, that asshole, was scared that Laura would catch dysentery if she ate the watermelon so Pa went and at the WHOLE FUCKING WATERMELON. And he was fine.
And let’s not forget the time Laura got bangs (when she was well past 18 btw) and everyone flipped out and called them ‘lunatic fringe’ and she got really paranoid that Alonso would totally lose interest. Don’t worry, Half Pint, we’ve all been there.
So, when I feel like I am broke and can’t afford to shop, I think about waiting six months to get some sugar cane to suck on and a string of buttons and life seems pretty great.
another reason to hate every thing about the fashion industry.
(Source: stopdropandvogue)
It’s official, see you in 22 days Brighton!
Clifford went to see Matt this weekend and said I need to go to Brighton immediately, it is too perfect. As soon as you are ready to have visitors, I will be there!!! They have a vegan ice cream shop!
(Source: echus)
ANTHEA-CATION
Clifford has been on a lad’s weekend (term stolen from Made in Chelsea, athankyou) in London and aside from being so fucking jealous I have been sitting around the house in my underwear, drinking juice from the carton, and watching Law and Order SVU because Olivia Benson is a fucking genius. Also have heard our cute French neighbors screaming bloody murder quite a few times. At first I was terrified and then I realized they spend a lot of time playing video games.
Here is a list I drafted today at work.
Anthea’s List of British Terms That She Has Started Using and Hopes Doesn’t Make Her Seem Douchey Because Sometimes People Just Don’t Understand Me When I Use American Slang and Also Maybe Because I Mumble A Lot
1) Quite. As in, well there is still quite a bit left.
2) Bin. As in, just toss the vegetable scraps in the bin for me.
3) As you do. Used when you describe something weird that someone’s done and then follow it up with ‘as you do.’
4) Saying half-whatever instead of thirty when saying the time. Ie. ‘half five’= five thirty
5) Post. I do not mail things, I post them.
Drinking the most delicious bloody mary I have ever made while making a last ditch effort to study for my exam on Wednesday and celebrating the best royal couple ever.
Owl post invitations. Holy fucking shit.
Active resistance; passionate existence.: Non-vegan freeganism:
- The ethical miscalculation that the importance of what you eat begins and ends at whether or not you’ve paid for it; that not directly supporting the peddlers of unethical behavior negates the other ways you are supporting and being complicit in the unethical behavior they peddle. When you eat animal products, even when you haven’t directly paid for it, you are not only perpetuating the disconnect between human animals and non-human animals, but you are maintaining the belief that it is okay for us to eat their bodies and bodily byproducts. Ironically while trying to oppose capitalism, you are only viewing omnivory from a capitalistic perspective: the implication being that unethical behavior is okay insofar as no one profits from it. The reality is that the world is bigger than even capitalism and that plenty of terrible things happen and are perpetrated every day without someone profiting from it.
- The selfish belief that in order for an animal’s death to not “be in vain” or for the products of their deaths to not “go to waste”, it must in some way benefit a human animal. The two excuses for freegan omnivory I hear the most are, “If that food goes to waste, the animal’s death was in vain,” and, “I’d rather see that food eaten than go to waste.” The implications being that 1.) The benefit and sustenance of a human being justifies the means by which that discarded food was created, and 2.) that a human being eating it gives the animals’ torture and subsequent death meaning of some sort. This is all bullshit, though, and most people are simply trying to simultaneously justify their selfish decisions and go as far as trying to give it some sort of nobility. If one is truly concerned about this food “going to waste”, they should begin collecting it and donating it to those who are not necessarily in a position of privilege enough to decide what they can/cannot/will/will not eat. Of course, they won’t do this, because they are usually only coming at the situation from a selfish, opportunistic perspective and are being disingenuous. The idea that their gluttonous collecting of food (usually more than they need) from a dumpster is somehow some selfless act is ridiculous and seriously self-absorbed. Besides, the ultimate point is that animal death and exploitation is never justified and therefore all food derived from them or parts of them is always a waste, even if it fills your selfish mouth.
- A word used suddenly by so-called vegans when they come across dumpstered doughnuts, bread, and vegetarian food and want to enjoy them for their taste but do not want to admit to being ethically fickle. I have met many, many people over the last three years throughout the “punk community” who go on and on about veganism, proclaiming themselves vegan, et cetera, who wind up suddenly being “freegan” only when the opportunity to eat free non-vegan food arises. These people aren’t vegan, if for no other reason than the fact that they are eating animal products and therefore do not even live up to the term’s definition. They are opportunistic hypocrites whose pseudo-social consciousness is still in an ethical purgatory that motivates their actions to only go as far as is convenient for them. I’ve also noticed that these people who bounce back and forth between being “vegan” and being “freegan” still buy a good majority of their food, thus contradicting any excuse they can muster for their consumption of free or dumpstered animal products.
The truth is that most freegans are still vegan (thankfully) and that being vegan whilst only using discarded foods as a resource is easy if you’re living in an industrialized country. Your decisions are important even outside the realm of whether or not it directly benefits the capitalist structure. It doesn’t work in every city or town, of course, but freeganism is a valid, important, and incredibly strong lifestyle to uphold and I respect it greatly. However, unfortunately, the punk rock elite that so often takes meaningful things movements and perverts them and their meanings far enough to find loopholes within their standards, has taken the grey area of what technically constitutes “freegan” food and turned it into a way to give meaning to and justify their otherwise unethical, hypocritical lifestyle choices. Is it ethical to eat meat if someone else bought it? Is it ethical to eat meat if it’s left behind at a restaurant you’re sitting in? Does wearing leather sneakers from your past or handed down to you change the fact that they are literally animal hide?
Eating animals and animal products is wrong and veganism at its core is not just a boycott. It’s not just a political revolution, it’s a social one; one that not only aims to end all animal exploitation and enterprise, but aims to reject the current societal attitudes towards animals that helps maintain them. We don’t just want people to stop buying animal products; we want people to acknowledge the attitudes that have lead to the social comfort with eating animals; we want people to collectively overcome the disconnect we’ve created between us, the natural world, and the other living things on this planet.
oh my God the arrogant bullshit of this kills me. I am ethically vegan. I will freegan stuff without meat in it if it would otherwise be thrown away. I am not taking food out of the mouths of the homeless. I make conscious decisions involving consumption that I think are the most beneficial to the planet. people who think like this person above are alienating pretty much anyone who would even consider veganism. I am not opportunistically using freeganism as an excuse to eat not vegan things because I do not enjoy eating non vegan things. waste disgusts me. I will happily try to make use of something that would otherwise be discarded. all in all I do what feels right for me. fuck this person for getting on this ridiculous and laughable high horse.
