Regarding that goddamn ‘Wil Wheaton whitesplains offensive humor’ post.
Everyone who has ever said, “Well, I would’ve listened if you’d been nicer!” in any kind of argument over their shitty behavior:
Please note that the person who sent that ask was incredibly polite and kind, despite the fact that they were offended by something that Wil Wheaton posted. They had every right to be angry and still chose to be polite when explaining to Wheaton that something he had reblogged was offensive for this set of reasons, and that was it.
They did not ask him to delete the post, they did not ask him to make a PSA about offensive humor, they didn’t even ask him to apologize for reblogging the post; they simply pointed out that the post was offensive due to nature of racist media presentation on one aspect of black culture and society’s shitty racist response to it.
And Wil Wheaton published that ask to publicly scold this fan for pointing out that something he reblogged (and tacitly endorsed) was problematic because it was another instance where white people were being racist and dismissive toward black people. Despite the fact that this fan was not calling him a racist or a shitty person for reblogging that post, Wil Wheaton felt the need to publish this ask and publicly yell about how THE INTERNET MAKES EVERYTHING SO SERIOUS, STOP BEING SO SERIOUS ABOUT THINGS THAT MATTER, INTERNET because context doesn’t mean anything if it means he has to stop and think about what he’s endorsed and how it made real people feel.
And then every douchebro fuck that has ever had an axe to grind against marginalized people demanding to be treated with equality got on their high horse and published a flood of virulently racist shit in defense of their nerdy icon because God fucking forbid that you ever dare to insinuate that Wil Wheaton is a human being who occasionally gets shit wrong due to his privilege.
So this is why I won’t be nice and polite when I tell you to fuck off for your shitty, prejudiced behavior. Because it doesn’t matter how nice I am when I tell you that you’re hurting me, you’re still going to keep doing it because you feel that your opinions matter more than my experiences.
I am suddenly relieved that Wheaton never replied to my message pointing out that a “joke” he had reblogged was transphobic. I’m really sorry that this asker has been attacked for daring to point out to a popular person that something they have shared publicly is problematic. These sorts of things are why I don’t follow Wheaton anymore.
My parents continually tell me I’m too easily influenced and that I need to form my own opinions of things. They frequently do this whenever I disagree with them, but most commonly they accuse me of mindlessly copying someone else’s opinion when it comes to matters of social justice.
Well, today I learned that they think I no longer bother to form my own opinions on many subjects because…drum roll please…
…I watch the Nostalgia Critic. Well, not just him, but other videos on his Web site that involve critiquing and/or reviewing media. My mom takes the fact that I enjoy review videos to mean that I care what “the critics” have to say, ergo I let them form my opinions for me.
Okay, so I have words about this. First let’s set aside that TGWATG is first and foremost a comedy site and that from creator to creator, from video to video, and even within a video itself the balance of criticism as criticism and criticism as comedy can vary widely. Even in the case of pure critique, which TGWATG content generally isn’t, listening to someone else’s opinion does not mean you are not forming your own. Yes, other’s opinions can be an influence, but when it comes to consuming criticism it often acts more as a whetstone than anything else. People form their own opinions off of other people’s opinions. Watching, listening to, or reading someone else critique a work is invaluable for learning the process of criticism. Paying attention to other people’s opinions helps you make your OWN opinions BETTER. This process is definitively NOT letting other people form your opinions for you.
ETA: In short wrote-miss-ibis, your parents are totally ridiculous and wrong. I know you know that already but I also know it can be nice to hear it from somebody else.
I got my pieces all cut out this afternoon and then couldn’t find the sewing machine! Tragedy!
I decided to just whip stitch the arms for the test Jaeger, because I forgot the seam allowance and they’re pretty narrow so I’ve got those done and stuffed and I need to make a yellow yoyo for the power core and applique it onto the chest… and I’m still debating on the method for making the head, but I’m just going to leave the neck as the turning point and figure that out tomorrow…
So I’m making a plushie surprise for twitter and I’m tweeting in-progress pictures of the surprise and asking twitter to guess what the surprise is supposed to be. One of the in-progress pictures was of a pair of yellow fabric yoyos with black centers. Based on this picture reading-angel guessed that I was making a plush Jaeger. I’m not, but after that she decided to make one herself and I am ridiculously happy that she is making one. I really look forward to seeing it when she finishes.
This is what friendship & twitter can do together. They can inspire adorable snuggly art. I love it.
All of these people are definitely wonderful and amazing and totally deserving of thanks, but I’m just going to say one other thing. It’s Senator Wendy Davis, senator is her real title which refers to a real job which she worked to gain through the democratic process. It’s the job which she was doing when she stood and held the floor for 13 hours and I personally think that conveys MORE honor and respect than a fictional title applied to a person who rules by right of conquest or marriage. So my thanks go to Senator Wendy Davis, Senator Rodney Ellis, Senator Leticia Van de Putte, Senator Kirk Watson, Senator Royce West, Senator John Witmire and Senator Judith Zaffrini.
So a looooong while back, the lovely Miranda suggested a knit-exchange. But me being me, I didn’t want to make just any old thing. I wanted to cater it to her interests. Give my creative juices flowing & design a unique (I hope!) thing that she’d like. After a few trials and errors (which seems silly because I was really over thinking the thing - simply, straight-forward approach proved best) I finally finished the thing and….ta-da! Here it is!
So a friend of mine made this cool thing. I’m not even sure I can adequately convey how cool of a thing this is that my friend made. Seriously, it’s a cunning hat dice bag and beyond just that it is incredibly cunningly designed. You know how the cunning hat has a pom pom on top? Well for this bag that would be the bottom and putting an actual pom pom there would make it so you couldn’t set the bag down, so she did the decreases in a contrasting color to create the look of a pom pom while keeping the bag awesomely functional. That is serious cunning there, if you’re not a knitter you may not realize how seriously cunning that is, but take it from me it is seriously cunning.
And the Academy Award for getting so angry that you pop a boner goes to Lady Gaga.
This blog is a fucking GOLDMINE.
So I’d kind of like to talk about this briefly. I know that the image (which I do not want on my blog because transmisogyny) is intended to be humorous, but what exactly is the joke here? As far as I can tell the joke is essentially “women with penises” which isn’t a joke; it does not elicit laughter or amusement or at least it ought not to. Women with penises exist, they are among the most marginalized groups of people in our society, and they are not a punch line.