I’m running away to this village in France for three weeks which will hopefully be really beautiful and distract me from the fact that soon I won’t have a job and I can’t pay my rent
Tribute to Maison Martin Margiela 20th birthday, Natasa Vojnovic for Doingbird #13 by Danko Steiner.
i really like the idea of this conflation between high art and pop culture that tumblr likes to do, one, it’s really funny, two, it blurs the boundaries between those two concepts and questions their validity. if you start to think about why some works are academically and artistically sanctioned (this applies to music, literature, film, etc…) and why others aren’t you realise that, while these categories aren’t unhelpful, the distinctions and understanding of what quality means should be continually challenged.
I think about this all the time, it’s why I like tumblr so much - because you can essentially have your own little curated space where you get to decide what’s displayed together; like putting a work of classical art next to something written by someone unknown, or some pixel gifs, and seeing how that impacts on the meaning of the other. But yeah I agree… #ramblin’
MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN
Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj
women: *are killed, beaten, raped, and put down constantly for hundreds of years just for being women*
woman who is also a feminist: *cracks a joke about men on the internet*
men: ”see this is the problem with feminism it promotes hate speech they’re no better than sexist men why can’t i punch women in the face and why does the guy have to pay on dates #equalitarianism”
Salvador Dalí. The Accommodations of Desire. 1929.
Matthaeus Merian the Younger. Anna Margareta von Haugwitz, 1651.
Heteronormativity isn’t just about the presumption that everyone is heterosexual. The expectation that boys woo girls feeds into your mind the expectation that relationships are necessary for fulfilment, and you are less than if you are not having particular kinds of sex with a particular, and a particular kind of, person at particular intervals. It’s about what Lauren Berlant calls the love plot, in which love is produced as a generic text enabling society to interpret your life as following certain conventions. It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you’re supposed to want. You’re not encouraged to think about what you want in relationships, if anything, so much as you are encouraged to fit a script. Heteronormativity messes things up for everyone, straight people included.