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Selected Wisdom of Kool A.D.

To commemorate the release of Kool A.D.’s latest mixtape, 51, I have selected pieces of Kool’s, né Victor Vazquez’s, wisdom, via The World’s First Perfect Zine:

IF YOU’RE USING A FRENCH WORD TO DESCRIBE IT, IT CAN’T BE ALL THAT “AVANT GARDE” NOW, CAN IT?

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PRINCE’S REAL NAME IS PRINCE.

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ART: AGE OLD RULING CLASS HYPNOSIS?

CLASS: KOAN OF THE RULING CLASS?

KOANS: REAL?

LANGUAGE: CRUEL JOKE OR FUNNY JOKE?

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CARNAVAL JUST MEANS THAT SPANISH COLONIALISM IS SEXIER SADISM THAN ENGLISH COLONIALISM?

MARDIS GRAS IS FRENCH FOR “SHOW ME YOUR TITS.”

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IS SUBTLETY JUST WHEN EVERYONE AGREES TO IGNORE CERTAIN THINGS?

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WHAT THE FUCK ARE BOOSTRAPS?

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FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE.

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LEVAR BURTON IS THE BLACK IAN MCKAYE. AT LEAST HE’S FUCKING TRYING.

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“IF YOU CAN’T BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM.” IS A TERRIFYING IDEA.

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PROFESSIONAL ARTISTS ARE PAID TO NOT START MILITIAS.

Suffice it to say that “SKY MALL” is by far my favorite thing in The World’s First Perfect Zine.

matt-t:

Das Racist - Michael Jackson (Live on Conan)

This was amazing, and punk as fuck.

ONE MILLION DOLLARS, YOU FEEL ME ?

Whoa so weird. It was sort of boring, and then it was awesome, and then it was over. Hah, and peep the end. It seems like Conan has no idea who’s actually in Das Racist.

Is This Darkness In You, Too? (Spoiler Alert: Yes)

So here’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. It’s both personal and universal. Following Aristotle’s lead, let’s start with what we (eg I) know best.

If nothing performs the function of knowledge, nothing provides the function of virtue, either. I am deeply, deeply suspicious of the idea that being a feminist makes you a better person. It doesn’t.*

The moment you think that being feminist means being good, or start conflating your feminism with your goodness, you add more and more light to the room — I am feminist / brave / strong / loving / compassionate / smart / fair / progressive / superior — and you start casting a bigger and bigger shadow. You stop being able to see where you’re scared / vulnerable / hateful / cold / ignorant / unfair / regressive / flawed. And you need to keep an eye on that. You just do.

Sady Tigerbeatdown Doyle

Here’s a brief break from #dasracistday — or is it? — where I talk about this essay Sady wrote. (Sady, whom I casually refer to as “my amazing and lovely girlfriend”: full disclosure.)

I know the jumping off points for this essay, I think. This part I quoted is just a very tiny sliver of it (it’s a few thousand words), so let me also give a bit of context. A few weeks ago Sady wrote a lengthy and critical essay about Game of Thrones. Actually, well it was lengthy, but it was more a scorecard with commentary than an essay. Well, but it was very thoughtful commentary, and funny. It was an enumeration of the violence from Martin’s books, which enumeration she wrote after reading all the books in like two days because she reads really quickly. And she was, I think, pretty overwhelmed by how shitty the books treated women (and everyone, but when a site’s description is “Ladybusiness”, you should know there’s going to be a cultural lens, as it were). After reading all the books, she wrote this really long essay/scorecard about it. No one really denied anything that she wrote about, but it seemed (to me) that a lot of people sort of took issue with her tone, because she tried to preclude the sort of straight-up disagreement that we all know (or don’t, I don’t know) all know occurs when something that’s engendered a what you’d call “large fandom”. The sort of disagreement that’s only charitably called “disagreement”, and more often called “partisanship” or “rabidness”, as in “rabid fan of”. Which, not sure why that’s generally seen as positive.

So, at the beginning of this essay, Sady wrote, “And at the end of the day, here is what the people in the ‘fandom’ are going to take away: You don’t like my toys? I hate you!”, which is exactly what happened. A lot. Now, I know that just predicting what will happen doesn’t mean you’re not culpable in its happening, but it was a fairly swift and brutal response to a thing that, to me, seemed fairly black and white: George R R Martin’s books are a symphony of rape, violence, child abuse, murder, etc. You know, fantastic fiction in the most literal sense. Which seems indisputable. The meaning of it all, of course, is what’s interesting and apparently at play.

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