1. "

    It’s censorship! It’s groupthink! It’s a slippery slope to an echo chamber! Free speech must be protected!

    Oh, please. These are arguments serious people need not entertain, when we’re talking about the ability to post comments on a privately owned website, as opposed to the ability to criticize one’s government without loss of life or liberty. Banning comments—or moderating with an iron fist—is not squelching honest and open debate in the public sphere, anymore than refusing to publish every letter to the editor, unedited, in a print publication. Telling people to take their bullshit to Reddit is not a harbinger of Orwellian dystopia.

  2. (Quelle: elionking, via damselindetech)

  4. loftconcerts:

    Loft Concerts sucht zum 1. Oktober diesen Jahres eine neue Kollegin / einen neuen Kollegen im Bereich Onlinemarketing / -promotion. (Späterer Arbeitseintritt nach Absprache möglich)

    Im Detail: Wir wünschen uns jemanden, die / der

    • selbstbewusst unsere Onlinepräsenz leitet
    • ein Auge und Ohr für die Handhabung diverser Social Media Kanäle hat
    • mit Blogs und Onlinemagazinen kommuniziert
    • sicher in Schrift und Wort ist
    • mindestens Basiskenntnisse im Bereich der Bildbearbeitung besitzt
    • Musik liebt

    Wenn das alles passend klingt, dann meldet euch doch einfach unter
    bewerbung/a/loft.de bei uns. Über jede Weiterleitung dieses Gesuchs an Freunde und Bekannte freuen wir uns natürlich auch sehr.


  5. I Don’t Know.


    I don’t know how to tell my White friends how I’m feeling this week…

    I don’t know how to explain how having cops around has never made me feel safer, but rather, more likely to die that day.

    That I worry that I will be shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    That the last statement is not hyperbole. 

    That the NYPD might come to the wrong apartment and due to the lack of repercussions, have no problem gunning me down followed by the media tarnishing my name. 

    I don’t know how to explain that the reason I don’t fear death is because of things like this—because it can happen to any of us at any time.

    I don’t know how to tell my good friends that championing for less-strict gun legislation inevitably means more racial injustice.

    I don’t know how to tell my White friends that this is the reality of romanticizing the 40s/50s/60s.

    I don’t know how to tell my White friends that I cried this week thinking of my 4 year old nephew and how his mother’s Stanford pedigree will not protect him from the countless people who want to hurt him simply because of the color of his skin.

    I don’t know how to explain the overwhelming sense of pride I had being asked to host this week’s episode of Mental Floss on YouTube as substitute for the John Green and subsequently being torn to shreds by racists in the comments section because my “nose is HUUUUUUGE” and having people “turn off the video when I saw it was a Black woman.”

    I don’t know what it will take for people to stop acting as if racism ended after slavery/in the 60s/with Obama’s election/when they got a Black friend, etc., etc.,

    I don’t know how to make people understand the weight of growing up in a society that thinks you inherently are suspicious.

    That being brown means I’m a target and that that’s just okay with everyone.

    I don’t know how my White friends will ever empathize with the level of exhaustion I feel from simply trying to help them understand.

    I am exhausted.

    I don’t know how to explain how alleged shoplifting only results in death for Black bodies.

    And how the false equivalence is so easy for some people to make.

    I don’t know how to make the people who romanticize dystopian fiction realize that they have no right to turn a blind eye when it is a reality for so many people.

    I don’t know how to be my usual funny, upbeat self when I am just. so. tired.

    I don’t know how to not cross the line of being socially aware and being an “angry Black woman” when at the end of the day, I am actually very angry.

    I don’t know how to explain to deaf ears that racism still exists in glaring ways that affect me every minute of every day.

    I’m really sorry I’ve been absent this week. I don’t know…


    (via superopinionated)

  6. LOL

    (Quelle: sarahseeandersen)

  7. mvgl:

    The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)

    (via superopinionated)


  8. "

    Moffat’s show is crammed with tropetastic Manic Pixie Dreamgirls who tease and tantalise our hero. Like all MPDs, they each play the role of muse to our broken hero. The jokey put-downs are part and parcel of the MPD by the way – she always admonishes the hero out of his slough. The put-downs are not a sign of independence or a genuinely critical attitude; they’re part of the MPD’s job. The hero is slumped in melancholy - really, was there ever a Doctor as petulantly self-pitying as the Eleventh? Ten isn’t even in the running – and along comes the MPD, all quippy and perky and happy and impossible – to heal, inspire and reawaken him. Even as the MPDs have such an excess of personality, every last one of them revolves eternally around the hero. The Doctor is, of course, the lead character… but he doesn’t need to be the flame around which all these fluttering butterfly girls dance.

    (This, by the way, is a manifestation of Moffat’s unhealthy and point-missing insistence on the Doctor being what the show is about, rather than a way of unifying the polemics and allegories and metaphors and satires and pastiches inside one meta-text. That isn’t me calling for the Doctor to be characterless. Indeed, the trouble now is that he’s more characterless than ever before. The more Moffat concentrates on him, the more characterless he becomes, because he becomes more and more a narcissistic navel-gazer, rather than an actor in social events outside himself. Once again, the true neoliberal attitude: the atomised individual is what matters, not the social act.)

    — "Steven Moffat - A Case For The Prosecution" by Jack Graham – Painful but great long-read about everything that’s wrong with Moffat’s whoniverse.
  9. (Quelle: sonikdeath, via virgin)

  10. Thank you internet, I needed this.