"The other day, when YouGov first reported a Yes lead, I was on the cusp of texting a Unionist pal telling him to “chin up” before realising how misplaced and odd that sentiment would be. The text went unset. Yes, the idea of Britain isn’t exhausted by our shared political institutions, but nor is it entirely separable in the way some advocates of independence have suggested. The concept of the social union expresses an important and credible sense of how much we have in common with the other nations of Britain, and how little that is imperilled by independence.
But we need to reckon with the loss some of our citizens will feel. Nothing in that loss inhibits me for a moment, from urging folk to support independence for a better kind of democracy, winning the powers to tack our own course and set our own priorities, a responsible state and a politics capable of reflecting our ideals. The people will speak on that question, and have ample opportunity, if they wish, to strike a different compromise between their competing values.
i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened.
Oh dear. Indyref conversation at work. With my boss. Who was asking questions buut he also used the word ‘separatists’ to describe yes voters. He talked about some segments of the no vote might turn violent (as if that’s a good reason to vote no?! I did not say this. I was stringently polite and moderate.
An hour long conversation, eating into class time.
Good thing I’m a willful woman. I was shaking like a leaf by the end of it. But I made my points well. Yes to Independence opens a long road of hard work but it will also permanently rid us of nuclear weapons, which I have always been against.
D pointed out my boss should not be having conversations like this in the workplace. Think he’s probably right.
Joshua Edwards, Imperial Nostalgias
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
Inventory #621: A Picture and a Poem, 2013
REGARDING MAGIC WOMEN
They live indoors but dream of extremes, they fall in love with the idea of snow, they throw themselves at maps until they know which way is north. Seeing them outdoors is similar to the pleasure of blood returning to a limb. Wake up, I whisper to them, asleep in the garden again. Their bad habits are forgivable but smell like dirt. I lead them inside and make them clean.