the very Messy 'negro' debate
Read about this yesterday and I’m curious what others think. I mean, obviously his club is going to defend him - they would anyone, let alone MESSI.
My personal stance is that even though we’ll probably never know the true story, it could have happened. That being said, I’m definitely not quick to accuse Messi, nor am I quick to defend him (at all). I think that just because he doesn’t do a lot of press or speak freely in public or because he includes deceased loved ones in his goal celebration, doesn’t automatically qualify him as a good person and make him exempt from things like being racist.
There is a lot of bad blood between FCB and Real Madrid, most of which is overcome by national bonds (Spanish national teammates), but Messi is not Spanish. He’s Argentine. Drenthe is Dutch. It’s a bit of a different situation there - which is not to say that it makes all the difference, but perhaps it may make some.
Mou and his wife Matilde at the post-Cibeles dinner celebration.
Hasan Minhaj of Goatface on why Ashton Kutcher’s brownface ad for a snack chip is, yeah, pretty fucking racist. In case you’re still thinking otherwise.
Oh gosh, I hate when I hear gay men proudly eating there. #NailsMeetChalkboard
![peterfeld:
Two years after the April 20, 2010 BP oil spill, the Gulf is filled with deformed fish that the state of Louisiana says are perfectly safe to eat. Al Jazeera reports:
“At the height of the last white shrimp season, in September, one of our friends caught 400 pounds of these,” Kuhns told Al Jazeera while showing a sample of the eyeless shrimp.
According to Kuhns, at least 50 per cent of the shrimp caught in that period in Barataria Bay, a popular shrimping area that was heavily impacted by BP’s oil and dispersants, were eyeless. Kuhns added: “Disturbingly, not only do the shrimp lack eyes, they even lack eye sockets.”
“Some shrimpers are catching these out in the open Gulf [of Mexico],” she added, “They are also catching them in Alabama and Mississippi. We are also finding eyeless crabs, crabs with their shells soft instead of hard, full grown crabs that are one-fifth their normal size, clawless crabs, and crabs with shells that don’t have their usual spikes … they look like they’ve been burned off by chemicals.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2sa1pzuzL1qz802uo1_400.jpg)
Two years after the April 20, 2010 BP oil spill, the Gulf is filled with deformed fish that the state of Louisiana says are perfectly safe to eat. Al Jazeera reports:
“At the height of the last white shrimp season, in September, one of our friends caught 400 pounds of these,” Kuhns told Al Jazeera while showing a sample of the eyeless shrimp.
According to Kuhns, at least 50 per cent of the shrimp caught in that period in Barataria Bay, a popular shrimping area that was heavily impacted by BP’s oil and dispersants, were eyeless. Kuhns added: “Disturbingly, not only do the shrimp lack eyes, they even lack eye sockets.”
“Some shrimpers are catching these out in the open Gulf [of Mexico],” she added, “They are also catching them in Alabama and Mississippi. We are also finding eyeless crabs, crabs with their shells soft instead of hard, full grown crabs that are one-fifth their normal size, clawless crabs, and crabs with shells that don’t have their usual spikes … they look like they’ve been burned off by chemicals.”
What’s unethical about posting pictures of the 24 year old single mother who got stiffed out of (around) $700 by the Secret Service (who only paid her, what $47, or something horrible like that)? She has nothing to do with the fucking story. You can’t shame the victim.
Do you “build context” by literally putting a “She started it!” headline like The Daily did? (Full disclosure: I know a couple people that work at The Daily, but I’m sorry, I have to call you out on this issue.) Putting a “She Started It!” headline over the fucking story is like blaming a match for a fire started by an arsonist. That woman should be given some dignity and some fucking privacy – not paraded around like some sort of spectacle for us to leer at. Give me one solid answer why we as a culture HAVE to see pictures of her. We don’t.
It’s not easy being a prostitute. I know a couple. It’s a scary fucking job. I’ve heard some fucking horror stories and those were from upscale situations – I can’t imagine what it would be like to be one on the street. Putting pictures of a pretty girl in anything will sell newspapers and drive eyeballs to websites, surely, but ask yourself this: how fucked up do your priorities have to be to naturally assume that shaming someone in front of the whole world is “building context” to a news story? Pictures of the poor girl have nothing to do with the story and newspapers should know better than to start thrusting her into the spotlight.
Colombia is an amazing country but it’s still far from Disneyland, man. That woman’s life is at stake because some people up north want to sell some fucking papers.
even though i can’t reblog Yo, Is This Racist, i had to have this somewhere on one of my pages.
YESSSSSSSS.
My two cents.
More here.Original image by Kevin Lamarque for Reuters.
happy panda.
pretty awesome picture.
Pharrell Williams & Barack Obama at The White House
Jesus Christ, Hypebeast. That’s Anna fucking Wintour behind them.
Also: everyone in this photograph looks like they need to eat a cheeseburger or twelve.
UGH. this guy.
The potential rise and return of “El Niño”
El Niño is back. but let me be clear, in my world, he was never gone. on a break, perhaps, but never ever gone. and let’s not forget his comeback form in the last couple months of his LFC campaign. there were definite sparks of brilliance and glimpses of the magical 2007/2008 Torres we love(d).
He’s sharp, lighting fast and killer inside the box; those words could have easily been used to describe Fernando Torres throughout his Atletico Madrid days, under Benitez at Anfield, or whilst representing Spain at Euro 2008. But since knee surgery in mid April 2010, amongst other issues, Torres’ progression as a world class striker has stalled and regressed.
Having seen the Spaniard play in Lisbon last week against Benfica, I saw a determined and energetic Torres who tormented from start to finish. In addition, he’s sporting his glorious blonde hair once more which reminded me of the electrifying Torres who played against Benfica 2 years ago. The striker was close to scoring a trademark goal in the first half after zig-zagging through the defence. Torres was a constant threat as Chelsea played with a rapid counter-attacking approach and in the second half he powered down the left flank to assist Kalou with a goal which has given his side a vital advantage in the quarter-final.
His confidence is growing and it was evident once again against Aston Villa this weekend, Di Matteo has also noticed a transformation and told the press: “He’s enjoying his playing, he’s got a smile on his face.” The 28 year old assisted Ivanovic in the 83rd and finished the match off by scoring a typical goal. Torres appears to be returning to his notorious form at an important stage in the season. I hope he is, but consistency is necessary. Or how else will he ensure a place in this summer’s Euro 2012?
how important is self-respect at work, when it comes to having a stable job with good benefits? and i’m not talking about moral or ethical wrongdoing, i’m just talking about the shit everyone has to put up with. at what point do you say this is too much and walk away or do you just put your head down and deal with it for the sake of a regular paycheck, affordable healthcare, and paid vacation/holidays? and at what point does self-respect (or self-loathing?) take over and become more important than dollar signs and sociological stability?
are you “being responsible” for not speaking up and telling someone they’re an asshole (in a work-friendly kind of way) so as to not put your job in jeopardy, or are you, at that point, just part of the problem?
Our thoughts are with you, Fabrice
I woke up with chills. It wasn’t a nightmare.
Yesterday, Fabrice Muamba collapsed on the pitch at White Hart Lane during a match between Tottenham and Bolton. It was real. It could have happened to anyone. Just like that. And yet, the day after witnessing the horror of a model professional and a good man be rushed to the Heart Attack Centre at the London Chest Hospital, we wait. We sit. We hope that life is not this fragile. We pray that he overcomes his critically ill condition in intensive care.
Today, we are not supporters of a club. Our country does not come first. We are all with you, Fabrice. Sport is meaningless in a moment like this. And yet, here we are. Here I am, writing. Here you are, reading. How we are united does not matter. But we are, undeniably, united. If our collective thoughts cannot reach Fabrice, may they be heard by his family and friends and help support them in a time as dark as this.
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