Me: hmmm gang 2 lang record eh,
B: Mahina, ako 6.
Me: kaya ko naman, basta makakasabay sa akin, hahaha
B: tara let’s go for 12 hahaha
Me: hahahaha go!
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"It’s not the breakup that hurts the most. It’s the post trauma that follow it. It is waking up and checking your phone for the messages that isn’t there. It’s like starting your life over again and you have no idea where to begin."
There have been a million and one thinkpieces written about the situations at Yale and Mizzou since I threw up the football team stepping in on the situation to oust their president last week. If you want a better or more articulate read of the situation, they’re out there. The objectivity of the reads… well, that’s up for you to decide.
This isn’t one of them.
This is a recognition of the anger that fuels movements such as these, and a recognition that they are rarely, if ever, perfect. This is a recognition that the existence of imperfections do not invalidate them, and that the inciting events that spark a flame do not take place in a historical vacuum. This is an understanding of the silent struggles that a black person bears in academia and other predominantly white spaces, and an understanding that the stance of defending free speech and decrying political correctness is rarely applied in equal measure to all the sides of an argument, nor applied without ulterior motive by those applying it.
This is not a blanket endorsement of everything that protesters at Yale and Mizzou have done and will do. This is not a rejection of any legitimate criticism directed in their direction. This is not a full scale flag waving for the state of modern Millennial progressivism, which can be and frighteningly often is as intolerant as old-school conservatism.
This is nothing more than a recognition of humanity, and the mistakes and messiness that those who do not have their humanity denied them are entitled to have. This is a show of support for that humanity.
I, for what little I am and what little I have, am with you.
There are far, far worse things in this world than being a social justice warrior.
(Me)
2. Priorities
And if you ever want to wonder about the inanity of American free speech freakouts, look no further than the morning bastion of pumpkin spiced caffeination, Starbucks, and the ongoing brouhaha over their audacity to not include overtly Christmas imagery or iconography on their cups (now replete with a Donald Trump boycott!)
Protesting companies for not being too overtly Judeo-Christian with their speech is okay and American. Protesting university students for being racially insensitive with their speech is not.
God bless this place.
(For shit’s sake, the cups are red and green, what more do you want?)
(USA Today)
3. Strongly Worded Yak
You know what, fuck it, let’s keep banging the free speech gong.
I’ve said this before, I’ll say it again; I’m inherently suspicious of your commitment to free speech and the marketplace of ideas if you have to hide behind anonymity to do it. So I’m tickled pink by the idea of Mizzou students fleeing to the realm of digital anonymity to express their opposition to protests because they couldn’t be bothered to put their name and face on the line in doing so like the people they oppose, almost as much as I am that they’re faced with the reality that there are, indeed, consequences for freely speaking when you threaten to kill other people.
Ooh, I’m feelin’ good today.
(BBC)
4. Recommended Reading
It’s Veterans’ Day, and in the middle of a presidential campaign, that makes for ripe talking points as people clamor to claim the patriotic high ground. We saw it during both debates last night; we’ll see it again when the Democrats take over on Saturday. Courtesy of Forbes, here’s a piece that cuts through some of the noise that gets bandied about when the topic of the VA is raised, and that caring about the people who served goes beyond political platitudes towards their service and more about the realities in fixing the nation they return to.
(Forbes)
5. Dreams
The Chicago Bulls have acquired a D-League club, which serve as a farm system of sorts for players to get time away from the bright lights. The NBA’s D-League is a far cry from the systems that soccer or baseball have, and the NCAA. AAU, and overseas clubs probably provide a better pipeline to the league than it ever will. But hey, the D-League has open tryouts. That means the dream still isn’t dead.
