Korrasami Confirmed

Mike DiMartino

Now that Korra and Asami’s final moment is out in the world, it seems like an appropriate time to express how I feel about it. I didn’t want to say anything right away so the audience could experience the finale for themselves.

The main themes of the Avatar universe have always revolved around equality, justice, acceptance, tolerance, and balancing differing worldviews. In subtle and maybe not so subtle ways, Avatar and Legend of Korra have dealt with difficult subjects such as genocide, child abuse, deaths of loved ones, and post traumatic stress. I took it as a complement when Joanna Robinson of Vanity Fair called the show subversive. There were times even I was surprised we were able to delve into the really tough stuff on a children’s TV network. While the episodes were never designed to “make a statement”, Bryan and I always strove to treat the more difficult…

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What My Bike Has Taught Me About White Privilege

This was an exquisitely, brilliant analogy

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The phrase “white privilege” is one that rubs a lot of white people the wrong way. It can trigger something in them that shuts down conversation or at least makes them very defensive. (Especially those who grew up relatively less privileged than other folks around them). And I’ve seen more than once where this happens and the next move in the conversation is for the person who brought up white privilege to say, “The reason you’re getting defensive is because you’re feeling the discomfort of having your privilege exposed.”

I’m sure that’s true sometimes. And I’m sure there are a lot of people, white and otherwise, who can attest to a kind of a-ha moment or paradigm shift where they “got” what privilege means and they did realize they had been getting defensive because they were uncomfortable at having their privilege exposed. But I would guess that more often than…

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Editors’ Picks of the Year: Notable Reads on WordPress.com

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Our editors dove into the archives to resurface top posts published on WordPress.com this year, from personal essays to comics, and photography to fiction. Here’s a glimpse of what you published — and what the community especially loved — in 2014.

“Ever Wished That Calvin and Hobbes Creator Bill Watterson Would Return to the Comics Page? Well, He Just Did,” Stephan Pastis, Pearls Before Swine

“Bill Watterson is the Bigfoot of cartooning,” writes comic artist Stephan Pastis of the legendary Calvin and Hobbes creator. This summer, Pastis collaborated — in secret — with Watterson. Their awesome idea: Watterson would silently step in and draw Pastis’ comic strip, Pearls Before Swine, for a few days, pretending to be a second grader. Pastis recounts the experience, offering a rare glimpse of Bigfoot.

Pearls Before Swine; Stephan Pastis; June 4, 2014.Pearls Before Swine; Stephan Pastis; June 4, 2014.

“No Apology,” Mehreen Kasana

I will apologize for ISIS when every…

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Leigh Anne Tuohy Update: One Of The Teens Responds

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One of the two teens involved in Leigh Anne Tuohy’s recent social media stunt has spoken out on Instagram (his name has been blurred out for privacy):

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Person One aka Teen Leigh Anne Tuohy approached at KFC:

Yeah people don’t know what really happened because I actually had money I have a job and have had one for over a year I was gonna pay for my brother the other guy in the picture but he was insisting on waiting on his uncle but his phone was dying so we were charging it which is the reason we were in KFC in the first place.and the game was only a 3 min walk up the street I don’t see why she said bus fare that kinda ticked me off a little but the way she worded it is making us sound less fortunate and that isn’t the case at…

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Leigh Anne Tuohy, Racism, and the White Saviour Complex

This article is telling 😦

The Belle Jar

Leigh Anne “That Nice Woman Sandra Bullock Played In The Blind Side” Tuohy recently posted the following picture and caption on her Facebook and Instagram accounts:

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We see what we want! It’s the gospel truth! These two were literally huddled over in a corner table nose to nose and the person with me said “I bet they are up to no good” well you know me… I walked over, told them to scoot over. After 10 seconds of dead silence I said so whats happening at this table? I get nothing.. I then explained it was my store and they should spill it… They showed me their phones and they were texting friends trying to scrape up $3.00 each for the high school basketball game! Well they left with smiles, money for popcorn and bus fare. We have to STOP judging people and assuming and pigeon holing people!…

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Fictitious Dishes: Elegant and Imaginative Photographs of Meals from Famous Literature | Brain Pickings

Have you ever seen your favourite books be translated into a preparation of food? This is not paper mache for your tongue it is actual food styles in syntax with the books. See classics like The Bell Jar and Alice in Wonderland become banquets in front of you. Do you also wanna translate your own favourite books into a set meal on the table? Then do it and post pictures on tumblr and/or instagram and #setmealsetbook 

 

Fictitious Dishes: Elegant and Imaginative Photographs of Meals from Famous Literature | Brain Pickings.

Do I have things to talk about?

Contrary to how the world perceives content I think everyone, human or nonhuman, have a story to tell. I know that that story will be translated into a human scope in mind or human politics but still it’s a story to tell or write or something. A great point in case is the fantastic but not non-realistic novel called Black Beauty by Annie Sewell. Now though Black Beauty is the first novel I read I can say heartily that Black Beauty can beat Harry Potter and challenge Lord of The Rings easily. Though I love the latter two as well it’s just Black Beauty as a horse protagonist exhibits so many feelings that we don’t always see Harry or Frodo nor Bilbo exhibit.

 Frodo comes close to it but as his life in the books is shaped so much by the rings we do not always see him as anything other than the ringbearer (though I give props to Tolkien for making the generic “ringbearer” of legends who is akin to “best-man” in weddings have a heroic and versatile dimension). In contrast Harry is actually very generic at times; he doesn’t do much without an impetus and like a lamb accepts too much than he should. No, this isn’t about Harry in his Uncle and Aunt’s house it’s about Harry as a person in general. Harry is well pretty complacent about too much (fanfiction Harry is more well subversive in a harmonic or disharmonic sense mutually so). I mean he never understands Voldemort. I mean Rowling speaks of Voldemort as a villain but I do not see Harry understanding (not to say he should accept which he shouldn’t) why Voldemort hates Muggles so much. One may easily say its the difference or opposition but that is too simplistic.

You know a show that tackles this problem maturely albeit being a “children” sort of show is ironically My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Despite some of its obvious childish stuff it shows four species of horses who can harmoniously live together if not sanctimoniously. The earth horses are well without wings or magic but they are so crucial to the world of Equestria this is so distinctively shown in Pinkie Pie’s character. Pinkie Pie stands out because in battle or even in normal scenes she actually never trots normally (rarely she does). She hops as in playfully jumps and like some metronomic dance but also “chaos” she keeps it very poised and balanced. It is something actually difficult to do but she does it with class. Thus even the so-called non-flight or non-magic ponies as in pegasi and unicorns are still very important.

This was discussed in a Youtube channel once (I forgot which) but Muggles are valuable. They can do stuff that wizards cannot and can at times triumph over them. I know Voldemort as a child feared muggles much more than he let on. This fear was shown but Harry never ruminated on it. It felt kind of sad that he didn’t. I wished he did. In contrast Black Beauty thought a lot about things. He always thought about many things: both the horse world and the human world. He understood why humans and horses needed coexistence but also thought humans had no right treated horses as slaves. Also he never discriminated much against humans or horses at times he envied the so-called weak. When he and Ginger are not able to follow their families because they are too bigs and Merry Legs can, being a dwarvish pony, he does show that each size has its importance and place.

The reason I put up so many examples is to percolate the fact that boredom may also be in the eyes of the beholder. It is true that my life is not interesting as Aussa’s nor John’s nor Sarah’s but I think it has something to tell which in telling may become important. I know that the world prefers traveling or the spectacular but I can only give what I can give.

My honesty is my arsenal. I hope you readers prefer it too.

Coy Lips; fictionic

We begin our story at a small school in a city in South Asia that may be South Asian in geography but has a geography a bit akin to a meshing. The school has a Baroch posture of mass geometric shapes that undulate and at times continue in some postmodernistic, a bit futuristic sway.

Akram is a boy of about ten at this time; that’s how he is remembering it, for a “now” is actually when he is seventeen. His eyes are a bit honeyed, not fully black or brown or that terrestrial mixture. His hair is a wavy of both hellenic and middle-eastern origins. His skin is a facsimile of brown and white: fax for it seems as though someone expertly delved in wax and some caramel-chocolate. Of course as a child his eyes looked larger and his grin a bit cherub-like. Cherub-like grins in childhood do have a tendency of seeming a bit hesitant in adolescence or adulthood.

The boy is a bit quiet. Lips are pursed at times. His worse subjects are history and grammars (both English and his vernacular) and his bests are actually literature and mathematics and science. His mother was told that he excelled in geography but that his drawing was not so great. Art was another subject he despised because he did not understand colours that well or shading but just preferred to well make lines which were also crooked.

Like crooked smiles of either wickedness or hesitation Akram was caught by the older year five person and soon kissed. It wasn’t a girl. Not that he would be not pissed if it was a girl. He didn’t like girls. Not most girls. Girls his age giggled and teased and then at times looked and stared a bit more fiercely at boys or made faces like them. The twelve year old boy who kissed him was not so rowdy though he had a reputation of getting in some fights that happened with certain classmates of other sections.

It was not so lingering but it was hard and a bit amateurish but the emotions were real. Very real. And he didn’t know what they were. To that young boy love was effervescent but not rushed intense. The older boy’s name was Fazi and he looked him straight in the eye after the kiss. It was a bit too intentional as though he didn’t want to look afraid.

“I like you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Like a girl.” Akram tried to make sense. To him girls can like girls and boys but boys only liked other boys to fight and liked girls for only kissing. At that time he thought that.
“I guess, but I can like you like that.”
“But I don’t have a pussy.” Akram did not know the proper term was “vagina” he thought the name meant that something whiskers as cat-face was something girls got when they were older.
“I don’t think that’s an issue.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
“Can I?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was it a bad kiss?”
“Is there a bad and good kiss?”
“Well, you shouldn’t let grown-up strangers kiss you that’s bad.”
“Oh, yeah.”

Akram nodding encouraged Fazi a bit so he kissed him again. Then looked at Akram. Akram seemed not too fazed by it anymore and nodded. Fazi kissed him again in that almost empty corridor. A janitor was lazily drowsy and didn’t care at all.

Seventeen year old Akram looks as Fazi as a friend. An older, cool friend. Fazi doesn’t therein lies a problem. When Akram allows Fazi to makeout with him it is mostly because he is bored and because he feels frustrated. Fazi knows their thing is not a relationship but he wants it badly to be one. He isn’t crazy about anyone as he is with Akram. As a kid he has been. Akram had gently tried to sever ties with them a couple of times. It has backfired a bit. Fazi was a bit more persistent and a bit too emotional prone to tantrums and outbursts but also that sly logic methodology of saying “let’s just be you got no one else” or “come on it’s not that much of a bad feeling right?” and Akram doesn’t know how to answer. At times he just says that he likes girls and wants to have a girlfriend to which Fazi laughs.

There was a time he was trying and Fazi had successfully sabotaged him getting a girlfriend. Akram was a bit timid. Was a bit introverted and at times too complacent so he didn’t always complain. Some of those girls were more people he thought he could bond with but realizing maybe she shouldn’t. But Mira was a different case. The young woman was four years older than Akram and two years older than Fazi. Mira was one of the reasons the so-called timid guy took on an older male (same-height) with more defined muscles at the time. Akram was a bit chubby at seventeen. Fazi had kissed Mira and had at one point successfully made her his girlfriend. It was, in his eyes, a test to show how “dubious” Mira was. Yet the case was that Mira had though Fazi was growing to like her and Akram had stayed quiet for he was shy.

It was that time that Akram took  a stand to ignore Fazi. Fazi was adamant to stay with him but after some scuffles (which Fazi tried to alleviate sometimes by kissing) it was apparent that Akram and he were through.

Seeing Akram after all these years made Fazi’s heart leap. What was it that leaped really at times he could not tell…as in his heart leaped but something else. He had never really explained to Akram why he had loved him and ironically Akram had accepted that love without much probing or question. They have never had sex. They had however done some other things (mostly insinuated by Fazi). Akram was getting married to Mira. He was thirty-two years old and Fazi was thirty-four. Fazi has had only casual sex with people these days: both sexes. Yet, he had recently started seriously dating a person called Nibhay, who was the a year younger than him and had moved out to stay in the city with Fazi because he preferred him and loved him (stating that he exclusively loved males).

Seeing Akram Fazi could not resist but kiss him. Amateurish and awkward. Like that first time. That is when Fazi shamefully admitted to himself how wonderfully unrequited this was, without redamancy. It did not censure affection, maybe allowed sexuality but it was not the love he had wanted. Akram allowed that kiss; participated in it. As a liberation. All those years ago he participated to understand the same wave encaptured it now. For Fazi it was a good goodbye to a something that had no working or destiny. For Akram it was an end of an age of confused wanting and frustrations and feeling his wishes neglected. It was a complacency coming to an end. Both were cleansing out a selfish knot that was binding them.

Soon they raised their cups of lassi for a toast. Lingering on lips was the coyness of foams gone and foams to come.▬

 *Authors note: When I write fictional pieces I will label them as “fictionic” from now on 🙂

A 1,000 Words.

This guy John makes great faces XD

Storytime with John

A picture is worth a thousand words…or so the old saying goes, right?

Well here is a picture – but what does it say exactly?

Lazy Oaf

That’s right! Top of the class! An automatic A for you!

It says that this fine young gentleman is having a marvelous time on a Wednesday…that he is oddly un-phased by the bout of humpdayitis that seems to be going about. It’s probably due to the “meat buffet” he has just laid waste to – and the fact that the only work he has completed all day, was writing cartoons…unless you class rapping in the shower, or critiquing WWE wrestlers for looking “too fake”, as work…which you probably don’t…which is honestly fair enough.

What you don’t see in the picture is the violent toilet time that followed minutes later…but we don’t need to talk about that. Ooops. We already did…DAMMMIT!

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Guest Post: On Attention Deficit Disorder, Video Games and Community

“The problem isn’t video games; it’s the vocal minority of people who use death threats and bomb threats to scare off women in video games. These are the guys who tell you that you can’t be a nerd of a gamer because you’re a girl. These are the guys who tell you that you must be bad at gaming just because you’re a girl. These are the guys who think girls are only useful if they’re sending them nudes. But these people are not a part of my community. They are a cancer, making things bad for all of us who aren’t like them. Please fight this cancer and not my community. They may be sexist, racist, cruel. Fight the sexism, fight the racism, fight the cruelty and the bullying. But don’t say that “all gamers are ___”. They aren’t. Yes, some of them are terrible. But they’re people like me, who turned to gaming as an escape from the exhausting cycle of ADD thoughts and through that found a place where I felt like I belonged. They’re people like my boyfriend, who shares my passion for WoW and will spend hours talking about stupid little details in the games with me. They’re people like my friends, who have helped me and been there for me and who feel like part of my family. That’s who gamers are, too”

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This is a guest post written by my amazing little sister, Catherine Thériault. She is a complete treasure.

I was seven when I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder, although my parents had suspected since I was three or four that I might have it. I had all of the classic symptoms – difficulty focussing, poor impulse control, and a mind that was easily distracted by, well, anything. I had some of the lesser-known symptoms, too. For example, high-pitched noises really bothered me. Another behaviour that I exhibited, which my mother would often use to prove to ADD-non-believers (you know, the ones who say that it doesn’t exist, that it’s just kids being kids or else kids who have watched too much TV) that I did in fact have ADD was my ability to hyper-focus. I was especially good at hyper-focusing on video games.

School was tough. I couldn’t sit still. I constantly spoke…

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