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how to explain to these “everyone knows soda has no nutritional value” people that soda has literally kept me alive as a chronically ill cancer patient in recovery from anorexia nervosa. soda is accessible, digestible, helps w my nausea, helps me get solid food down, boosts my blood sugar when i need it, and is also–get a load of this–a significant source of pleasure in a body whose most salient experiences are discomfort and suffering.
if soda were all i could access? at an overpriced corner store? that’s a serious issue, and a gross injustice. i have been food insecure. i study food insecurity. i feel the weight of this.
but stop pretending that your arbitrary food morality (where it’s food itself that is intrinsically “good” or “bad,” “healthy” or “junk,” according to… you) is a step toward food justice. it’s not; you’re not increasing the autonomy or access of people who are cut off from a healthy variety of foods that align with their needs and values. you’re not improving systems of food production or distribution or the fundamental injustice of arranging these things for profit rather than according to need. you’re only stigmatizing people who do eat those foods to meet their needs, under varying and complex configurations of constraint and choice.
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in the whole greenland conversation i feel like there’s not nearly enough acknowledgement of the fact that greenland is already suffering under imperial rule. seeing wayyyyy too much tacit validation of denmark’s possession of greenland on socials today. look into reproductive abuse against greenland inuit women by the danish state. US acquisition of greenland would be bad but the status quo is not good. this is not a matter of sovereignty, i only wish it were a matter of sovereignty, it’s just a bunch of imperial powers playing RISK with indigenous people’s lives again
“The tests cover attachment, personality traits, cognitive abilities and psychopathology, and take about 15-20 hours. It is almost impossible to pass them, says Nellemann; even he and his colleagues have failed to do so. Questions can include “What is glass made of?” and “What is the name of the big staircase in Rome?”
[Kiera] was nervous going to the doctor, because she says she had previously been given the ultimatum either to have an abortion or face the baby being taken away after the birth. She agreed to undergo another parenting competency test in an attempt to cooperate. But in the session, the psychologist brought up her previous abortions and asked her to show her parenting skills by playing, singing and talking with a doll, checking whether she made eye contact. “The problem is, I didn’t grow up with a doll,” she says, adding that her real baby, Zammi, was busy kicking in her stomach. “They made me draw and they were criticising it, that I didn’t draw a face. I drew a mum and baby.”
On Friday morning, I walk through Keira’s open front door as rain falls in torrents outside, to find her sitting in her living room under soft fairy lights and the silently flickering television, arranging flowers. Every week she takes a different arrangement to Zammi so that she will associate them with her mother’s visits. This ceremonial act of devotion is part of how Keira survives.
While she is there, she thinks only of Zammi. Her own feelings can wait till she gets home. It is always hard. Before she gets out of the car, she puts into words the pressure she is under. “It feels like somebody holding your throat. And they decide how much you can breathe.”
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Breaking news all sports indefinitely cancelled because we have lost tbe ball
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