Fucking with your expectations since 1974.
“Despite the seemingly strong empirical support in previous studies for theories of majoritarian democracy, our analyses suggest that majorities of the American public actually have little influence over the policies our government adopts. Americans do enjoy many features central to democratic governance, such as regular elections, freedom of speech and association, and a widespread (if still contested) franchise. But, …” and then they go on to say, it’s not true, and that, “America’s claims to being a democratic society are seriously threatened” by the findings in this, the first-ever comprehensive scientific study of the subject, which shows that there is instead “the nearly total failure of ‘median voter’ and other Majoritarian Electoral Democracy theories [of America]. When the preferences of economic elites and the stands of organized interest groups are controlled for, the preferences of the average American appear to have only a minuscule, near-zero, statistically non-significant impact upon public policy.”
To put it short: The United States is no democracy, but actually an oligarchy. US Is an Oligarchy Not a Democracy, says Scientific Study | Common Dreams
This story reminds me, too, of something I always talk about which was that I never met an author until I was like 25. Until then, I didn’t think I could be one because I thought being an author was for special rich people who lived far away, probably in New York, and had some secret access to that whole world. (This was before the internet.) So I can totally imagine how a non-white kid who only ever met white authors would think the way the girl in this story does.
Adults are models of possibility. We need to model all sorts of possibility for all sorts of kids, and can’t ever assume that they just “know” about things existing that they don’t get to see and experience for themselves.
Especially when you’re a poor kid or otherwise not privileged in some way or come from an addicted family, you tend to have people around you that have those same limited and limiting beliefs. I never had goals or ambitions modeled for me by the adults in my immediate family. No one ever said I could and should try things that I wanted to do and have dreams and take risks. I learned survival and getting by, and making do with what you have and staying safe. I was a poor kid, and got that. When I multiply my own experience by a factor of also not-white, I can start to catch a tiny glimpse of what the girl in Ellen’s story and kids like her are up against.
I can stand in front of kids and talk about my background of poverty, and the dysfunction I grew up in, and I do do that, to share my own struggle to achieve a goal. But when I’m talking to a roomful of not-white kids (and I’ve been to plenty of schools like that) I know it’s not the same as if they could see someone who looks like them telling that story. Thanks, Ellen, for sharing this.
Thank you to Sara for really understanding the importance of this issue and for caring enough to share it.
fatactivistconspiracy asked: Do you realize that the fat activist movement is a sham by various food corporations in order to increase profits?
Do you realize that the diet industry is a multi-billion dollar industry and that dieting is a sham in order to increase profits?
Did you realize that dieting makes about 1/10 what big food does, and big food has a vested interest in keeping you addicted to crap?
This is hilarious. People actually think it’s the other way around.
I mean, I guess it’s not like dieting is encouraged in every single fucking magazine, in a shit ton of commercials, on billboards everywhere…
Dieting industry: $60billion/yr industry, controls entire social environment encouraging thinness and actively discriminating against fat people.
"Big food": allegedly makes 10x that, controls small-ish counter-movement of fat people saying "fuck off stop treating me like shit".
Uh…huh. This makes sense how, exactly?
Because it’s unthinkable that actual fat people would genuinely not like to be treated like shit…?
Frankly, I don’t care if it *was* a project of “big food”, I’m still gonna support a movement that has done approximately 100000000000000000x as much for my mental and physical health as dieting ever did.
Um if this is true where the fuck is my food industry check?
Someone thinks this world is one where there is a vast, well funded conspiracy to promote fat positivity? Honestly, it’s scary that they can look at such an unremittingly fat hostile society and think that, but, of course, this is also a world where people sincerely believe in “minority privilege”.
Even corporations with a vested interest in promoting fat acceptance will throw fat people under the bus just ‘cause. Just look at how plus-size clothing retailers are more likely to sell customer data to weight loss companies than do anything substantive to encourage their customers to have a positive relationship with their bodies.
Also there is a REALLY big, glaring aspect people are missing, which is big food and the diet industry aren’t totally separate industries. Diet companies produce teas, pills, fat free foods, meal plans etc and who makes those things? The same food companies that sell so-called “bad foods.”
The cycle of dieting, in which someone restricts severely, ends up falling off, bingeing spends times beating them self up through emotional eating for however long and then on to the next fad diet. Both industries are benefiting from this cycle.
when girls think they are better than other girls because they are tomboys who engage in stereotypically “male” activities it makes me want to actually gouge my own eyes out because they are pretty much reinforcing the patriarchal idea that men are better than women without even realizing it and that is just incredibly sad
I did this. I was a kid, and I didn’t know any better. But it was the 80s, a tiny social system in a small town with no feminist or queer mentors. I had no feminist or queer theory to work with. I was doing my best to survive and I’m sorry for the internalized misogyny.
If I Was in Charge of the Cap 2 Credits Scene
Clint Barton is lying, bruised and bloodied, on the floor of a sparse yet expensive looking studio apartment.
His head is pounding, something that is not helped by that music. Is that his phone? Yeah, it’s his phone.
With a groan he opens his eyes.
Looking down at him from the sofa is a girl in a purple sweater and a mangy looking yellow lab.
"Someone named Natasha keeps calling," the girl explains as she hands the phone down to him. "And texting."
Clint takes the phone. Fifty two missed calls. Futz.
"Ok," he mutters. "This looks bad."