Oh, I swore, I SWORE I wouldn’t blog about celebrities ever again. But. Amanda Fucking Palmer, seriously. So ~edgy~! So ~quirky~! So ~unique~!
(Btw, I’m no fan of AFP. All I know is:
1) she was 1/2 of the Dresden Dolls duo *yaaaawn*
2) her occupation on the internets is being a bratty drama queen, and
3) she doesn’t use capitalisation DIE DIE DIE)
Anyway, AFP’s new artsy!edgy!unique! project involves ficational conjoined twins, Evelyn and Evelyn who:
(…) were born on the kansas-colorado border in 1985.
their mother died in childbirth…their parents were really poor and couldn’t afford decent healthcare.
then, to make matters worse, they also lost their father.
after that, their childhood was immensely strange. they were raised by a farmer and they had almost no social contact until the age of 6, when they wound up moving to manitoba, canada.
up in manitoba, it’s pretty certain that they were being exploited by the child porn industry.
(with my support they’re looking into possibly pressing charges. life is crazy.)
Exploited by child porn industry! So ~*crazy*~ right? Completely blew my mind, really.
The story is: 1) offensive, 2) exploitative, 3) uses some really offensive tropes, like egdy! neo-Victiorian circus freakery stuff. It should, therefore, come as no surprise that disabled people are not amused.
Also, AFP and her partner will be performing in crip drag. CRIP DRAG WTF is wrong with humanity AFP WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU SRSLY!1111.
AFP’s reaction to the lack of amusement is full of fail, persecution complex and offended edginess:
that is, the blog represents the feelings of some of those
who are disabled in some ways
though i’m glad the internet gives them a place to share and vent,
i hope they get beyond it, and have (imho) a better life
sad they haven’t realised that everyone is disabled in their own ways.
part of the human condition.
some ‘worse’ than others. (emphasis mine)
~*flounce*~ ~*flounce*~ ~*flounce*~
‘Cause we’re all part of one huge disabled family! That is also black! and gay! and AFP totes understands how it is to be disabled and all that weird stuff, guys.
Up to this point, this was like standard AFP drama. I just harrumpfed and decided to move on. Until this:
She’s so egdy, see! SO EGDY!1111!!! Dare I say, even, hardcore?
At this point, I should think, it was time to realise that something was wrong with ~*AFP*~ and not bloody 846 e-mails from disabled feminists? But, AFP had none of it! Not afraid of controversy and painful backlash, standing up to feminist bullies, only she had the courage to staunchly uphold the status quo by saying exactly what everybody was thinking anyway, namely, that one doesn’t have to care about disabled feminists.
(It’s, like, the Law of Dogpile: when one person disagrees with you, you can have a discussion. When a whole bunch of disabled feminists disagrees, maybe it’s time to step away from the internets and invest in a mail-order degree in self-awareness? I mean, if Ken Ham could get one…(1))
Also, hypocrisy much? In her original post, AFP writes:
But when real disabled people dared to speak up they were swiftly “*~removed from the mental periphery*~”. Because almost-human-beings are only useful as long as they can be exploited in order that AFP be provided with cheap opportunities of further self-aggrandisement. Classy, really classy.
Disabled people: only have voices when AFP and other nitwits say it’s OK.
What she reminds me of is Aya Matsuura in this song, but without any of the glittery pink cuteness of the original:
2. A hipster scumbag in Melbourne is running a social experiment in pretending to be homeless, taking away resources from people who really need them and being a class A douchebag. Also, his mum come to help defend him on the internets, which is a whole new level of fail in itself. Creme de la creme of douchebaggery:
Someone once told me that if you go without shampoo/conditioner for 3-6 weeks, your hair starts producing the relevant chemicals naturally. I was planning to use this month to see if that worked, but I completely forgot, and I wash my hair. I also use my time in the shower to remember/devise a back-story for when the questions inevitably come up.
9:20am – Someone in the comments referred to what I’m doing as a “camping holiday”, and now that I’m a bit over 30 hours in I can see what they mean. Because I don’t have any kind of substance abuse problem, or the added pressure of trying to find a job and somewhere to live, as long as I have enough money to get food, I can spend the day doing what I like.
Cute! He hasn’t got any substance abuse problems unlike the regular homeless people, see?
6:30- On a whim, I went up to a donut shop that was closing and explained that I was homeless and couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a donut. The girl behind the counter looked extremely sympathetic, but explained that they couldn’t give out donuts due to store policy. I said that I understood, and went back to doing the sudoku in the paper.
If I had access to razors, a shower and a washing machine, and didn’t enjoy the internet as much as I do, I think I could easily get a part-time job and live my life like this (during the summer, at least).
Hipster scum is hipster scum QED.
At Coles I bought another loaf of bread. It turns out they do have the cheaper bread and I just missed it last time. But I got the lightly more expensive stuff, as I prefer multi-grain. I also bought an orange and a carrot, which I then ate.
DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF.
Of course, he is also raising money for charity, so this makes lying and taking away resources from people who actually need them totes OK.
DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF DIAF.
(1) Not surprisingly, his wasn’t in self-awareness, though.