This probably applies equally to what is happening in parts of Europe also, given the awful legacy of Thatcherism and Blairism in particular. The mantra of many governments seems to be PRIVATISE, MONETICISE, DISENFRANCHISE, thus destroying systems that generally worked very well.
AT THE SAME TIME THAT EQUALITY IS THE BIRTHRIGHT OF CITIZENS, WE HATE THE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE. IT’S AN INTRICATE TRAP THAT DIVERTS HOMOSEXUALS FROM LEADING MORE CREATIVE LIVES. IT’S THE ‘WAR ON TERROR’ FOR FAGS, DESIGNED TO KEEP THE GAYS OCCUPIED FOR DECADES IN A VAST ULTIMATELY SELF-CONGRATULATORY SIDESHOW, A FIGHT HETEROGAYS CONSIDER TO BE THEIR CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT, THE ULTIMATE TRIUMPH OF WHAT WAS STARTED AT STONEWALL. WE DOUBT. WE DISAGREE. WE DISSENT. IF THIS MEANS LIBERATION, SHOW US THE SHACKLES.
By drunken Homo overheard muttering at a gay wedding
And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.
But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.
You know what getting married is? It’s agreeing to taking this person who right now is at the top of his form, full of hopes and ideas, feeling good, looking good, wildly interested in you because you’re the same way, and sticking by him while he slowly disintegrates. And he does the same for you. You’re his responsibility now and he’s yours. If no one else will take care of him, you will. If everyone else rejects you, he won’t. What do you think love is? Going to bed all the time?
By Jane Smiley, novelist (b.1949)
I couldn’t really begin to say why, but in the process of working myself up to buying an iPad I became slightly addicted to these strange, homemade videos, with their mildly intoxicating mixture of smugness and exhilaration. I started off watching iPad unboxings, and then worked my way haphazardly outward toward the fringes of the technological orbit: to webcam footage of people unboxing leatherette iPhone cases, Kindle reading lights, limited-edition Nintendo DS replacement styluses. I saw a well-heeled New Jerseyite named Lance Linton unbox a Dualit brushed-steel toaster; I saw a nervous and bespectacled Irish schoolboy unbox a Russell Hobbs Glass Touch cordless kettle; I saw a tracksuited and baseball-capped East Londoner unbox a Gamucci Micro V2 Electronic Cigarette starter kit; I saw a pallid old Texan unbox something called a Medtronic Carelink Monitor, a modem-linked device whereby cardiac patients can send data from their pacemakers to their doctors; I saw a young American kid loquaciously unpacking first a stapler (‘contoured for handheld use’), then, in a companion-piece video, the separately-sold staples with which he intended to load it. I saw every conceivable consumer durable unsheathed and admired, I saw the broken labyrinth of the Internet itself, and I saw the face of the free market, saw my face and my viscera reflected back in it, saw your face, and I felt dizzy. Mostly, though, I just saw a lot of Apple products and Sony games consoles being taken out of their boxes and exhaustively talked about by young American men.
By Every Man His Own Shopping Channel | The Dublin Review (via new-aesthetic)