Honesty

icecavetwo1

Ice Cave 2, by M.K. Hajdin

 

Just like the guy who’s cheating on his wife will come home and accuse HER of cheating, people who are always asserting how honest they are and accusing other people of lying are often the biggest liars around.

Quote of the Day: Shared, Not Hoarded

blue

“While I can see… that people can and do interpret recognizing the relative ease of one’s own difficulty setting and acting on that recognition as a hardship, or coming at personal cost, I am baffled by that view. I see it as coming at great personal gain. When I recognize my advantages, and work to offer them/ensure that I am not denying them to others, I am sharing in the success of a much wider universe. I can’t think of a single excellent thing that I have in my life that would be better for my being the only one to have it, and many excellent things that are made more excellent when I get to experience them with people from all sorts of different difficulty settings, whether I think those settings are easier or harder than mine. My world is better shared than hoarded.”  – Commenter “Sigh”

From:  Straight White Male: The Lowest Difficulty Setting There Is by John Scalzi

 

Mark Stone on Modern Art and some tips for making misogyny-free paintings

Why is there so little art, especially abstraction, that directly engages in what it means to be alive, to be human in this, our time, the way Picasso, Matisse, or for that matter Monet and Manet, did in their time? Why do we not innovate instead of transform?

 

— Mark Stone, The Rise and Rise of the Modernist Artist at Abstract Critical

 

After reading this brilliant essay I checked out Stone’s work.   I was disappointed to find that most of it just looks like a mashup of random female body parts.

Misogyny:  every time I step out of women-only spaces I run right smack into it.

Just as a reminder to the budding artists out there:

This handy quiz will tell you if your image sexually objectifies women.

1) Does the image show only part(s) of a sexualized person’s body?

2) Does the image present a sexualized person as a stand-in for an object?

3) Does the image show a sexualized person as interchangeable?

4) Does the image affirm the idea of violating the bodily integrity of a sexualized person that can’t consent?

5) Does the image suggest that sexual availability is the defining characteristic of the person?

6) Does the image show a sexualized person as a commodity (something that can be bought and sold)?

7) Does the image treat a sexualized person’s body as a canvas?

 

Further explanation, including examples, can be found in the original blog post I quoted above, which can be found here.

Missing

I haven’t written a personal post in many eons.  Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.    I’m still here,  just busy with painting and other stuff.

Here’s my conundrum, internet:

I miss someone.  Someone who is utterly wrong for me and who wastes not a moment thinking of me or worrying about my feelings.

You don’t have to tell me that this person doesn’t appreciate me and isn’t worth my time.  I know that.  But we can’t control our feelings.  We can control our behavior but not how we feel.  In my case the feeling persists.   Maybe because I’m human, and my feelings aren’t something I can just switch off.

I try to keep myself working or distracted, but it lingers in the room around me;  it rushes into the spaces between thoughts when my mind is quiet.

Amy Winehouse sang it better than I can explain it, so here:

 

OMG CENSORSHIP

The first thing that came up when I googled “Wanker painting”

Today on the web there has been a spate of liberal bloggers weighing in about why they won’t support banning rape p%rn.   (I’ve substituted a % sign instead of an O in a probably futile attempt to fend off p%rn seekers:  Sorry if you find it annoying.)

I won’t link to the various bloggers:  most of them have a bigger platform than I do.  Some of them work in the media and are getting retweeted all over the place, whereas maybe ten people are going to read this post.    Nevertheless, I know so many women who are quietly fuming about this that I have to say something.

Continue reading

Ungrateful Oik is ungrateful for this

Because we all love stories about people behaving badly:

Alas, unloved painting:  "Red, Purple, Green" by M.K. Hajdin

Alas, unloved painting: “Red, Purple, Green” by M.K. Hajdin

Postal tracking shows the (rolled) painting has arrived at the office of Ungrateful Oik.   Although I emailed him instructions for unrolling and mounting the artwork, he has not replied nor has he bothered to thank me for this gift, worth over 1500 pounds British sterling.

The painting was made to his specifications about size, colors, et cetera and he had said before (back when he was speaking to me) that he absolutely loved it.

I’ve seen him online, tweeting to other people, but ignoring me.

He’s a public figure.  I’m tempted to reveal his name.  Oik.

 

(Edited to add:  I did reveal it.  Here’s the entire story.)

Human nature, explained

After Here by Ed Midgett

After Here by Ed Midgett (Source)

There are only two kinds of people:

  • those who are annoying on Twitter
  •  those who aren’t

Of course this doesn’t account for people who are not on Twitter, but I find myself speculating about whether random people I meet in real life would be annoying on Twitter or not, and because I’m cynical, conclude that most of them probably would be.

I’m probably annoying on Twitter too.

And I’m doubly annoying for writing this.  I was supposed to give you answers, dammit.  Not just make you aware of the infinite annoyingness of human nature.*

I’m sorry.

*But just think of the possibilities if we could ever harness it as an alternative energy source

Quote of the Day: Individuality

Sunlight and Salt by Emily Silver

Sunlight and Salt by Emily Silver.  Source

There are some who would say that the emergence of the Super-Special-I-Me-I!! is both a product of and a justification for systems of oppression.

The individual is ever-more alienated from her humanity (writ large), and instead, in desperation, begins to identify in increasingly narrow ways. Our commonality is presented as an illusion. Rather only through high heels and a kinky sex life or residence in an exclusive suburb can we truly locate our authentic self—we make these choices because they externalize what is inside and incommunicable.

Further, our uniqueness requires that we eschew any political identification that marks us out as primarily part of a group. It is supposed that by identifying as women (or workers), we are in fact denying that which makes us human. We are reduced to a set of choices at the same moment those choices become mere consumer preferences.

We cannot choose to be treated like fully willing beings, we can only choose to submit.

By undermining solidarity, one also undermines any political project aimed at liberation.

— Tigs, on this post from I Blame the Patriarchy

Quote of the day: Saying What We Mean

The Companions by Titti Hammarling

The Companions by Titti Hammarling.  Source

Our time is too valuable, and our thoughts moreso, to waste engaging in passive aggression.

Furthermore,  our thoughts, experiences, and truth are valuable and deserve respect.

We do not disrespect our truth by diluting its expression with tepid concessions to the sensibilities of people whose behavior demonstrates reflexive devaluation of our thoughts, dismissal of our experiences, and distortion of our truth – especially to avoid acknowledging an uncomfortable and unflattering reality.

In short (and I mean this in the nicest possible way) we do not give a flying fuck about your fee-fees. It is safe to presume that we say exactly what we mean and we mean what we say.

Miss Andrist, lover of men, from this epic blog post

Where did all the light in the universe come from?

If you’ve got nothing to do for the next 9 minutes, and you enjoy watching cool animations while totally blowing your mind, you might enjoy this fine documentary about how all the light in the universe came to be.

With gorgeous graphics by Aimei Kutt.

.

Funny how it makes all your earthly cares seem small, isn’t it?