Call me a slut, for dressing down in my, see-through tank tops, my short boxer shorts. Judge me by the way I dress, everybody, does, so why not, the rest of the, world, too, huh?
Judge me by the way I dress, this is how the world, works, we are all, JUDGED, by the way we carry ourselves, and sometimes, the world, it reads us wrong, and do we feel compelled to, EXPLAIN our selves, to the, world? HECK no!
like, this…photo from online
We are, the way we, A-R-E, and that is, that, nobody will EVER, change us, nobody’s gonna, tell us, what to do, how to feel, and, what to, think…
Judge me by the way I dress, it’s how it always, goes, isn’t it? Judge me by the way I dress, this is, how they’d, used their, god damn, stereotypes to, categorize us, and, stereotypes are always and forever, NEVER, correct!
Judge me by the way I dress, you always will, because, impressions are, what’s, ruling over us, we have these, set ways of, seeing someone, not in the light of, truth, but based off of, how we, want to, see, the, world………
If a LOSER (‘cuz that’s what you all are!) says the above line to you, that means…A), he expects to get inside of your PANTIES tonight (or as soon as possible???), or, B), he’s trying to, mark YOU as, his, “territory”, like how them sons-of-bitches (the four-legged varieties???) lift up their hindlegs to allow the pheromones to get STUCK?, or C) he really has YOUR general welfare in mind, which is, very, no, next-to-nil chances, UNLIKELY.
I just want to make sure you’re, safe, but why? Do I look that WEAK? Is it because I am a WOMAN, and I look like I can’t, DEFEND my own, self when I get, ASSAULTED? And, your ASSumption (which still made you into, a total, ASShole!) of me not being able to DEFEND my own self, is just, premature, and who’s to say, that I don’t got that bottle of MACE inside my purse, or that I’m not someone who knows, MARTIAL ARTS (I actually, don’t, so…).
This is solely, based off of the beliefs of you losers, being, stronger than we womenfolk are, that’s been, ETCHED into your CAVEMEN state of mind (see how you losers still hadn’t, “advanced” far enough in the ages yet here???), and, because everything in your god damn, measly, FUCKED up tiny little lives, reinforces the beliefs of you being, stronger than we all are, that is why, you sons-of-bitches (sit, stay, now, balance it on your NOSE! Good boy!) still DELUDED yourselves into thinking, oh wow, she needs my help, when in reality, that target (the woman stranded by the side of the road, I’m thinkin’…) does NOT, as you caught her, standing on the side of that deserted path, with the smokes coming from under the HOOD!
and, here’s, that “sample” list I’d found online…
And yes, many of us can CHANGE our own tiles, and if our cars broke down, we can call TRIPLE-A, and we got NO need for you, mother FUCKERS out there…
How discrimination can, impact the lives of people, how it’s a part of our, every day, lives, and there’s no way of rooting this SHIT up from our individual, cultures, the column by Jimmi Liao, translated…
That Zebra Child,
Was Ecstatic, Headed Over to the Gathering to Celebrate
The Bringing in of the Year of the Horse
& He Was, Singled Out!
The Hippos, the Llamas, & Even the Seahorses
They Were All Angered,
And They All Decided to Step Up to the Plate, & Protest This, Discrimination!
the artwork of Jimmi Liao, off of UDN.com
So, this is, how discrimination gets too deep into a society, that it’d, tainted, EVERYTHING that it touches, and you still don’t think we need to, get rid of all these, stereotypes? People will NEVER be considered on equal basis, because the LAW consented for the discrimination, prejudices in a subliminal, way…
Them large breasted, BIMBOS, with the long legs…the ones that he thought to have, ZERO working NEURONS, for easy access and control, THAT, is his, type…
And some things, NEVER, change, even after so many FAILED marriages, and he’s still, paying up the owed CHILD SUPPORT and ALIMONIES to all his, exes right now (and none of them who’d, divorced him, ever got, remarried, ‘cuz that would mean the loss of “income” to them, from him!), and he still, can’t, QUIT that bad habit of his.
like this…photo from online
And, his type is, basically, this: too DUMB, too BLONDE, to THINK on her own, the kind of bitches would will, always, worship the grounds he walked on, make him feel like, he is, everything to them…
In reality, none of the women who’d filed for the divorces with him, is what fitted to that, “profile” image…and yet, he’s still, marrying, divorcing, searching for those, dumb BLONDE BIMBOS.
He’s the one who’s, way too, mother FUCKING (so???) RETARDED, to figure it all, out, and the ladies were merely, playing along, with his, bullshit…
such a, “doll”…too DUMB, with her LARGE BREASTS, and head of, blonde! Photo from online
And for what? How the hell should I know? I’m not dumb, NOR am I, anywhere, NEAR, blonde here!
The “true stories” of princesses in the fairytales that we all know so well, about…translated…
In recent years, my favorite channel of childhood, Disney started refilming the princess cartoons into human versions. The most famous princess stories of Disney weren’t, original, but became from the ancient European, fairytales, for instance, Brothers Grimm Fairytales, Mother Goose, the Fairytales of Hans Christian Andersen, etc., etc., etc.
Although the above-described stories are called “fairytales” in general, Disney’s target audience, being children, with the original fairytales content, not fit for young minds, they’d been, reworked. After all, the stories for young children are a specialized sector, the writers, the Artists in their creations, now consider how to entertain and teach the lessons at the same time, using a milder description, to allow more ponderings for the children. While the ancient fairytales, they aren’t, that, kid, the storyline is not only not dreamy at all, they’re actually, quite, cruel and, violent.
roll call! Let’s see, there’s Belle, Snow White, Cinderella, Mulan, Jasmine, Rapubzel, the “gang” is ALL here!!! Photo from online
Take for instance, the human version of “Snow White” that screened just last year, the impression of Disney’s cartoon version of Snow White is gentle, hardworking, loved the critters of the, forest; while the Evil Queen’s plot to kill Snow White is, precise, a poison apple, had done the work. But in the original tale, as Snow White broke into the Seven Dwarf’s homes, as the dwarves came back home, they thought their home had been, burglarized, because she’d rummage through their home, to try to find some food for herself, then, slept in all their beds once, and ultimately, selected the bed that made her feel most comfortable to sleep, in. Later, the Seven Dwarfs pitied her, and took her in, but she’d needed to be the “maid” to keep their home tiny, and this agreement wasn’t from the goodness of the Dwarves’ hearts, but due to the agreements that had been, reached and agreed, upon.
The plot of the Evil Queen’s poisoning Snow White is with even more twists and turns. After she’d made herself up as an elderly woman, the first thing she’d given to Snow was a beautiful corset, to seduce Snow to put it on, then the Evil Queen pulled the ropes on tight, until Snow passed out. The second time, it was a comb that’s been dipped in poison, the Evil Queen pretended that she wanted to brush Snow’s hair, then, stuck the comb dipped in poison into her scalp, made Snow passed out. Until the third and final time, the poison apple that we’re all acquainted with came; and yet, different from the Disney version, Snow’s taking the apple wasn’t because she took the apple as a thanks for helping the elderly, but simply because she wanted the apple to eat.
Plainly stated, the original Snow White wasn’t taught well, nor was she bright enough (after all, she got fooled three whole times, and still fell for it). The lesson here, other than don’t take things from strangers, it’s also a warning to the pursuits of beauty, of vanity, in response to the theme of “Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Prettiest of Them All?”
how the female gender is portrayed in fairytales…as clueless DUMB, B-I-M-B-O-S, photo from online
What’s ironic was, after two fierce “anti-shallow threats”, the Prince who’d rescued Snow out of her coma was still, attracted by her beautiful appearances. But, Snow woke, not due to the Prince’s “true love’s kiss”, but how the Prince forced his servant to carry the glass coffin around as he’d gone on his tour of the world, the servant got upset, kicked the coffin out of anger, and, heimliched the piece of apple that got lodged in Snow’s airway—the conscientious boss gained the beautiful, love in the end, this twist would be laughable. But what’s most unfitting WAS, the ending: the prince and the princess had lived, happily, ever, after, but to avenge Snow’s encounters of life, on the wedding, they’d forced the evil queen to put on a pair of shoes made from iron, heated up the shoes, forced the evil queen to dance until she died.
For close to twenty years, the Disney princess cartoons had been blamed by the feminists that the stories had, tainted the young girls’ independent thinking skills. But compared to the original versions, I’m grateful, that Disney offered everybody a much, gentler, ending of the evil always gets ruined, with the core of being saved in “love” (although I doubt that true love comes, so quickly), and the Evil Queen died, after she did her bad deeds, which was, deserving. After the 1937 airing of the cartoon in the theatres, the “values of the princess” of Disney, does have room for improvement in the twenty-first, century, and, the human version isn’t necessarily, living up to expectation, but, the Disney Company back then, did its best, in offering the children an as gentle as possible, childhood for sure.
And so, if the Disney version of these princess cartoons are based off of the original tales by Brothers Grimm, then they’d all be, rated X, due to adult contents, because there’s murder, rape, incest (in Thousandfurs???), and all the adult contents of the stories, but, these fairytales are still, SEXIST, in portraying us women as, damsels in distress (uh, is any of you out there in “distress” right now???), how we’re all, in need of Prince Charming (breaking and entering IS against the LAW, you do know that right, men???) to come and give us that “one true love’s kiss” (no thanks!!!), and that’s just, not right.
How the homosexual people in the society is trying hard, to find a place for them to settle down in, and they’re, struggling, despite how the same-sex marriage laws are, signed into, effect already…translated…
Those white, suspenders, were not just, an article, of clothing. In some nights, they’d become, a sort of a, language, a common tongue, among the homosexual men living in the shadows of the cities. In a gay bar at Ximenting, the neon lights turned the skins to blue, the alcohol, mixed in with the sweat, gave off a unique sort of a scent, the ice cold beer cans onto the necks, the condensate drops from the cans, slid down the sides of the necks, wetting the skin, all the way, downward, dampen the suspenders, my tattoo. This was, a very skilled manipulation, watching this had, become, internalized as a day to day ritual now; the white suspenders, no longer covering up our bodies, but exposed our, desires instead.
how the homosexual men identified, themselves, dressed in those, suspenders, what’s stereotypical of them…like this…photo from online
The boys knew their own roles. The air-conditioned stage was signaling at preparation of darkness to come, the sway of the cloth of the curtains, a prelude of sorts, bringing the form, into view. Underneath the purity of white of the cloth, the pecs rising and falling, like a call of the future. The tattoos became an insignia of the homosexual metaphor, disclosing our, status quo, and the past histories of our, bodies. This is not any casual material of cloth, it’s, a certification—to be watched, to be, desired, the qualification of, getting, remembered by, others.
Our community stayed silent, but we all knew: the white suspenders are a threshold. If you can’t be seen under this piece of cloth, you don’t, exist. The suspenders became, a translation of our, physicality, the language of the markets at night in Taipei, used to judge who is, worthy of being, looked upon, who can, march into the, spotlight, who will, forever sit at that, corner. Watching, is the currency of this, marketplace: do you have a show-worthy body, do you have the values of trade, in the economy of, desires, it all rely on whether or not, your suspenders, fit to your forms, perfectly.
That evening, I saw a slimmed down boy, his suspenders had been washed to yellowed, the cloths it was made out of, loosened, like it was, an old and outdated, poster. His eyes, won’t settle in one place, beer jug already, emptied, but his fingers, circled around silently on the rims of his mug. He once, owned that body of youth too, longed for the spotlight to, shine on his, chest, but now, he sat in the shadows, certified as a, stage scene, or even, air, or simply, history. His white suspenders, absorbed all the lighting, and became silent, like a, costume prop that’s, been taken out of, duty.
the hangouts…photo from online
In this world, the suspenders are no longer, a choice of, what constitutes as, beautiful anymore, but the symbol of, survival. The bodies are, classified, expected, consumed. Those that aren’t tight enough, no longer young, unfitting to show on stage bodies, lightly, got moved, out of, sight, like time itself, lost its, position too. The bodies that are “old”, no longer looked upon, nor do they, make a, single, sound. This is, the logic of the, systems of, desire, a violence, coconstructed on capitalism, and youthful aesthetics.
But I am, in that, same corner myself, seeing an aged, man. Sitting at the edges of that bar, with his suspender, loosened, his belly mildly protruding, his skin had the borders marked by the sun shining on it unevenly. He drinks, slowly, nobody talks to him. His suspenders were like a banner woven with, history, kept records of his once youthful life, how he was, once desired, with a name too. The creases on the cloths, winded like the estuaries of the rivers, capturing those, still burning but dying memories of his, desires.
The white suspenders turned into, a way to save a file, sort of literature of desire. It’d not just, documented the changing forms of the body, but also, how love is, allotted, remembered, and forgotten, in the cycle of observing, and being observed in the gay community.
And so, this is on, growing old, and losing our youth, beauty and perfect bodies, and because everything is external, as that is how the world, defines us, even in the heterosexual communities, not just the homosexual, we are, too trapped with what’s on the outside, and when we lose our youths, our looks, our beauty, we are, over and done, with NOTHING worthy about, our own, selves, and it’s that, sad…
This is, a REAL CASE, off of CNN, I just, thumbed across, reported by Jeff Winter…paraphrased, and/or summarized by me… The man’s name was, Bachir Atallah, an AMERICAN CITIZEN, and he was, returning back from Canada with his wife from their trip visiting their families in Canada by car, and was, pulled over at the border check point, by a, PARK RANGER (who does NOT have any authorities like the INS agents to take someone into custody, because the park rangers’ authorities is only limited to the, national parks???), and then, he was, placed under, arrest, and the arresting officer placed his hand on his gun, as Atallah asked him why he was, pulled over.
and the interview of the man after this, “ordeal” with the news channel, off of YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xStI2VvPiQ Atallah was then, placed under arrest, taken into a cell somewhere, and he wasn’t read his, Miranda rights, as those placed under arrest should be read when they took him and his wife in. And the man now feared that the U.S. government for, retaliating against him, because he’d, “spoken out” about his, experiences… And this folks, IS, what the Trump EMPIRE, composed of, ALL of us, citizens who are, NON-WHITES (i.e. African Americans, Asians, Hispanic, Middle Easterners), get pulled over, because, there’s that, invisible TATTOO on our foreheads that says: SUSPICIOUS TERRORISTS. The BRUTALITY of this man’s being taken into custody of the immigrations, how the GESTAPO under the Trump regime never followed the protocols of DUE PROCESS (I mean, you are, supposed to get read a “list” of your “criminal behaviors”, before THEY make an arrest, right???) is unimaginable, and, it was just as I’d, experienced from back in 2008, when a FUCKING (so???) BLACK (hello, your skin color’s DARKER than MINE!!!) immigrations officer pulled me and my family out of the “line”, I mean, do WE have some sort of an INVISIBLE TATTOO that says “Terrorist Alert”, or, how are our luggage seemingly, to have, that tick-tocking noise coming from it (and no, we had no such thing inside our packs), and yet, we still got, pulled, because we are YELLOW-SKINNED, and, I suppose that THREATENING those who singled others out based off of their skin-colors, races, nationalities, etc., etc., etc. that I am calling the A.C.L.U. would do SQUAT! And yet, that’s how, one nation under Trump (b/c he’d gained too much power he IS, G-O-D???), became…and, Uncle Sam still, stooped, lower than, ever, before here…
So we don’t get belittled by our husbands, their families, and get called, the CONTRIBUTORS of NOTHING, because we’re not making those, dollars, and, for your information, housewives are working even harder than all you, nine-to-five ladies, and we don’t get our weekends off, no “national holidays”, and we women still get called OUT, for NOT “contributing enough” to the household economics??? Yeah, that won’t work, at all, NOT in this day and age, and yet, this SHIT is still, happening in all parts of this, modern day, world right now…translated…
Fifty, sixty years ago, there’s not the dual-income families that’s trending right now. Women after they married, can only, work as an economically codependent, housewife, and once, because my youngest brother was coming to Taipei for his graduation trip, I’d wanted to give him a present of a pencil shaver that costs forty, fifty dollars, so my mother would not have to, sharpen his pencil by the blade every single night. As I’d asked my husband if I could, spend the amount on it, before I finished asking, he’d, become really upset, and asked me, “I provided a roof over your head, food in your stomach, what would you need more money for?”, at the very moment, I’d felt, angered and belittled, then I’d told myself, that I need a set of viable skills, to stand up straight.
because we’re this…with NO physical paycheck in the dollars and cents…photo from online
Being born in poverty, I couldn’t read, but I’d told myself, without the education, I can, become a laborer. My parents gave me the most precious employment quality, my still healthy body, and my not fearing the trials of life, my stamina.
At the time, my children were still quite young, needed the all-day care, I couldn’t work, so I’d, started up a production factory right in the living room, made the handicrafts, sold them. I’d gone to bed in the wee hours of the night, gotten up at five, and made TWICE of what someone else worked for and got paid.
After my kids went to school, I’d stopped making the handiwork, I’d begun stitching up the cloth bags during the time I’d sat with my children as they do their homework, and when I got too busy, I’d solicited help from my neighbors. And the following morn after I sent the children off to school, I’d headed out to the different marketplaces to sell the tiny coin purses, and I’d made a, steady set of, income, and, as I was able to provide for my family’s economics, that was when my husband’s beliefs about me, changed.
Because I had encountered this sort of a trouble in my marriage, I’d, reminded my daughters, that they needed to become, economically independent, and thankful they are, both, really, blessed, with my sons-in-law, respecting them, and the changes of beliefs of time also, came.
as opposed to this…photo from online
Actually, the husband and wife are one whole, on equal basis, there are the differences of values of working at home or bringing in the bread and bacon, there’s no need to be too calculating. Being able to understand, cherish, and tolerate one another, have a happy life together, that, is what’s, most, important.
And so, this is due to the times, from way, way, WAY back, when women’s worth is calculated on WHAT she brings to the families’ tables, and during the earlier times, most of us women, chose to stay at home with the kids, because someone has to watch them as they grow up, that’s why, many of us gave up a bright and shiny career that may have been available to us at the time, and, because we did NOT bring in the bread and the bacon, not to mention the dough, we get, trashed, and, that’s why, many of us are choosing to work out of the home, instead of, being a stay-at-home, unpaid, overworked, mother, maid, housewife, cook, chauffeur, etc., etc., etc., like we ain’t got enough on our plates to handle, we still have to deal with these, ancient SEXIST beliefs of how when we don’t make the dollars, we are, worthless! And despite how this is, the twenty-FIRST century, not much of this situation had, changed, which is why many of us women, even AFTER we married and had children, we CHOOSE, to work outside the homes, to bring in a paycheck, so we don’t get, looked down on, or called, “leeches”…
we get “called out” for being this…and we still don’t get “labeled” as “medicinal” either! Photo from online
Because they’re what??? 50s, 60s, they can’t be adept enough, to handle the new technologies, is that it? Yeah, a lot of the older population members can learn better than all of you, younger “kids” out there, and yet, they’re still having it hard, finding work again, because of the STEREOTYPES of old…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The members of Generation X are now finding it hard to find work, the employers mostly believed that the younger generations have higher plasticity, can learn to use A.I. and other newer technologies more fluidly, and, Generation X no matter what positions they are entering, can’t beat the younger generations.
BBC report, that ageism had been the problem in employment for a long, long time, btu the major scale layoffs, the uncertainty of economical growth in the post-pandemic era, the speed to technological advancements, along with the growth-into-being of artificial intelligence, it’d hit Generation X the hardest.
says W-H-O, the elderly population can’t learn how to operate high-tech devices???
photo from online
Studies showed, that the older employees (ages fifty-five to sixty-four) with the middle working age employees (ages forty-five to fifty-four), are faced with the various stereotypes and misunderstandings. And this is where the Generation X-ers are.
Members of Generation X usually want to get to a higher up managerial position by switching jobs, but, with the reduction of the positions of these, also due to the baby boomer generation’s delaying their retirement ages. When these positions finally opened up, the managers hiring are then, considering the younger generations of “aboriginals of the digital age” first.
Porter who advocates age-tolerance, is also a member of Generation X. He proposes, that Generation X-ers are more adaptable than popularly believed, that the employers often, are misinformed into believing that younger means, more digitally, agile.
tech-savvy in old age…photo from online
So, this is, still, stereotype at work, because of how the older populations are less agile in learning new things (as that’s what we are all, socialized to think?), this is why these baby boomers are having it hard, finding work in today’s companies right now, despite how they still all have the abilities to learn new technologies, they’re still, screwed by the STEREOTYPES of being, TOO O-L-D to learn anything that’s high-tech. And until the society get rid of this ageist belief about this particular group of people, there will always BE age-description, in the workforces, and, this is not good for the economy one bit!
How a preconceived notion can become a total, stereotype, and how it’s BAD, to hold that preconceived notion of how we were socialized, and place that same expectation onto our own young, and those whom we come into contact with on a day-to-day basis, parents, and adults, listen UP! Translated…
My former classmate called to catch up. He’d retired from the post office, and for forty plus years, he’d been the recruit for our class reunion, making the contact information ledgers, finding the classmates who’d lost touch, and, he’d been more than generous toward those former classmates who had monetary issues at home, he’s the most compassionate student of the whole, class.
As he’d begun talking about a coworker, who was also a classmate, Chang, Cheng started sighing, talked about what happened awhile ago. Turns out, he’d asked Chang and his wife to come to his house for a supper around Christmas, and Chang told him it was inconvenient, that he couldn’t make the time. Later, he’d tried asking Chang several times again but Chang turned him down still.
Cheng felt defeated for a while, and finally, called Chang up and interrogated him, “What did I ever do to offend you? We’d been classmates for forty plus years, and we worked together too, am I really, that awful a person?”, that was when Cheng finally told him, his wife had been diagnosed with cancer, and was in the hospital, fighting with, death, he didn’t want anyone else to know about this, and couldn’t find a good enough reason to turn Cheng’s invitations down, and can only, make the excuses of why he couldn’t meet up again, and again.
illustration from UDN.com
As Cheng learned the truth he’d hated himself, for pushing Chang too hard.
This reminded me of my neighbor, who owed a steel mill, the Wangs, Mr. Wang is kind and gentle, courteous toward everybody, but his son, Wang junior always felt, distant, aloof. And, as I’d gone out and met him, I’d nodded to acknowledge him, waved to him hello, but he’d, not, responded back to me, just kept working on his, own.
As their neighbors for over a decade, we’d never exchanged a single word with Wang. And my husband complained that Wang acted so high up, and I’d gotten upset, thought, hadn’t Wang instructed his son to interact courteously enough with the, neighbors at all?
We’d never asked our neighbor about this, until this year, as Wang retired, and the factory’s operation passed to junior, and that was when we’d heard from the neighbor, Mrs. Chen, that in his high school years, Wang Junior got into a car wreck, caused his eye sight to, deteriorate to nearly blind, the families sought out all the well-known ophthalmologists, and nothing worked, and so, Wang started, training his own son to work the steel mills, so he could at least, have a, viable, skill. And finally, it’d hit my husband and I, it’s a wonder, that we always saw Mrs. Wang driving, that Wang Junior never saw us greet him, or nod, how our narrowed minds had, been so, malicious.
“What is, the truth, let’s just, watch how the story, develops…” as the narrator of the T.V. show, Sheng would say, these were the words off of a script, but now, looking back, we’d known, that the prejudices we hold, busted, wide open, in the face of, truths.
So, this is on how our own subjective interpretations of things, are almost ALWAYS incorrect, just because someone doesn’t greet you, when s/he sees you, that does NOT mean that they’re uncourteous, and where the FUCK is it written, that we must all greet our neighbors, those people whom we’re not even acquainted with, like we’re their, besties, I mean, you DO realize, that some younger generations are SHY in their natures, right, and, forcing them to give that aunt or uncle (our friends) a hug hello or goodbye, that would be, TRAUMATIZING to that young child, right? So parents, do NOT teach your own young based off of how YOU’d been raised up, because, the methods you were “trained” with may work back then, but it does NOT work for us, the younger generations…
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