It is with much excitement, a little bit of chair dancing, and goosebumps abound that I have the pleasure of sharing this.
American Horror Story season Four Freakshow will be premiering this October 8th to satisfy your need for creep and carnies. Get ready to grasp your lover’s arm and shrieking, “Oh my god! They’re gonna – OH MY GOD they are! I can’t watch. I can’t stop watching.”
Rumours are abound that there will be a killer clown… check out the trailer below.
So, I’m going to write about Taylor Swift.
I know right? So much for not pop culture… But I don’t want to talk about the music or that absolutely perfect red lipstick.
I want to talk about cultural appropriation and how this is not that.
Cultural appropriation is adopting a style of dress, activity, language or [insert any noun or verb you feel like here] in a way that separates it from its true meaning and purpose and is in someway disrespectful. A white girl twerking, an Asian man break dancing – these things are not cultural appropriation if it is a genuine exploration of new movements, self expression and dance.
When I watched the above all I saw was a lady admitting that she can try to fit into various stereotypes and labels but it only makes her look (and feel) foolish. This followed by many, many people who authentically identify with the group and they are beautiful and graceful and strong. If anything, it’s an argument about respecting those that be themselves.
When people jump up and down yelling “that’s racist” at every thing they make it that much harder for things that are inappropriate, cruel, and disrespectful to be taken seriously. This whole thing is terribly silly.
Way to fail miserably internet.
(I really want her lipstick.)
Back in university we once had a lengthy conversation in one of my Women’s Studies classes about the term abject. It’s something extremely distasteful, but you’re so intrigued by it you are unable to look away. Think rubbernecking at a car accident our teacher suggested. We preferred to think of it is a generous dollop of mayo sealed in plastic wrap that you couldn’t stop poking.
Many years later, a video was shared with me that captures the term’s meaning better than I could ever dream.
Live stream commentary from my uncensored internal internet troll: I see he attended the David Byrne School of Dance. I really like this song but this vid kind of ruins it for me. I feel like I need to lead him into the spare room so he can just cry it out solo. Oh wait, I feel a need to punch him in the face. Would it be that bad to lead him into another room, punch him, and then leave him to cry? Anyone else think this guy is a bit of an asshole? WTH was that? That growl? That was petrifying! If he keeps pounding his chest like that his pectoral implants might start to leak. HE MADE THE SOUND AGAIN….And I’m about to hit replay.