“Whites make up less than 60 percent of Arizona, which is apparently past the tipping point at which many of them become terrified at the prospect of losing their monopoly on power, including the power to hijack history to the service of one group: whites. One of the ways whites dominate other ethnic groups, is by denying that whites are an ethnicity, at all, but the normative form of human being. When Arizona’s legislature prohibits teaching classes that are, in the language of the new law, “designed primarily for pupils of a particular ethnic group,” they mean classes designed for non-whites. Of course, schools in the United States have always tailored classes to one ethnic group: whites. History has always been a white narrative, and therefore by definition, a lie and a slander against the other ethnicities. Arizona wants its white lies back. It is now forbidden to teach that which causes “resentment toward a race or class of people.” Since it is impossible to teach the truth of genocide, slavery, aggressive war and conquest, racial discrimination and all the other central facts of America’s past and present, without arousing some degree of resentment among the victims, only falsified versions of history will pass legal muster in Arizona.”—
As some of you know I have been wearing braces for the past 8 months in attempt to rekindle a love I’ve had with middleschool awkwardness. Unfortunately, my new love will be short lived as I have finally gotten a date for jaw surgery: June 18th, 2010.
dear sauna at the gym, you are the best part of working on my fitness. you are the whole reason i leave my desk mid-day; to sweat-it-out two ways. you make me re-think this whole buddhist/chanting thing and want to try scientology because i hear they spend a lot of time in saunas, sweating out their thespians, or invisible aliens or whatever. i could possibly get down with that. until then, see you 6 days a week after the requisite cardio/weight training. love, halina
you know, real housewives of ny et al. is a guilty, mindless, embarassing pleasure of mine-but it's amazing to me that these people operate like petty jr. High schoolers, with no attempts at kindness.
Is being “tacky famous” really that rewarding? Is being “known” at any cost-especially as a shallow, backstabbing, self-important, careless, bitchy, catty, gossip-obsessed social-ladder-climbing, celebrity f-ing Neanderthal in gifted couture-really any kind of pleasant existence?