imagine boobs. are you imagining them. ok. you’re welcome
like riot grrl as a scene wasn’t like woopsie daisy can’t believe no WOC wanted to sign up and join us there was legitimate hostility towards WOC during that movement that’s been documented as well as the inability for many riot grrls to understand intersections of oppression and their own role in upholding it
i mean sonically and aesthetically you can like the riot grrl movement but lets not pretend like there wasn’t huge and glaring flaws about it like every other feminist wave or scene that was primarily white women
Further reading for those interested!
A personal retrospective and review of the documentary The Punk Singer and its glossing over of the racism and classism of the riot grrrl scene
Alternatives To Alternatives: The Black Grrrls Riot Ignored
Interviews with prominent women in the punk and riot grrrl scenes of the 90s, with perspectives from inside and outside. If you read nothing else read this one.
Evolution of a Race Riot (via POC Zine Project)
collaborative zine of punks of color published in 1998
Punk Anteriors: Theory, Genealogy, Performance (via POC Zine Project)
Women & Performance: A Journal of Feminist Theory vol 22. A compilation of writing by female punks of color. Recommended article to read: Riot Grrrl, Race, and Revival by Mimi Thi Nguyen
@poczineproject is also on tumblr! please check them out and support them, they do such vital archival work
Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.
Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.
His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.
I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.
i appreciate brickaday
chaotic good
My grandpa once told me he worked with a guy called Scrappy at General Motors back in the 50s. Every few days he would wheelbarrow out metal shavings and the foreman was convinced he was stealing things and hiding them in the scrap metal to get it out of the factory. But every time they’d go through the scrap they’d find nothing. He was stealing the wheelbarrows.
One of my late grandfather’s friends was called Salami because he used to steal salami and cured meats so I’m seeing a pattern here
Thieves Guild call signs
Otherworldly industrial scenes from the Chicago and North Western Railroad's Proviso yard, Chicago, Illinois, 1942-1943