Tu Quoque (translated roughly - “you too”):
Tu Quoque is a very common fallacy in which one attempts to defend oneself or another from criticism by turning the critique back against the accuser. This is a classic Red Herring since whether the accuser is guilty of the same, or a similar, wrong is irrelevant to the truth of the original charge. However, as a diversionary tactic, Tu Quoque can be very effective, since the accuser is put on the defensive, and frequently feels compelled to defend against the accusation.
Known as the appeal to hypocrisy.
The request stems from an incident in which Metropolitan Community College police spent hours trying to identify a belligerent, drunk man at the South Omaha Library.
NOT COOL. NOT FUCKING COOL. I just want to let all tumblrarians know that this is what is going on. Because: NO. JUST, NO.
Lady: Can you tell me Governor So and Sos religious faith?
Me: I do not have access to that information.
Lady: Can you give me his home phone number?
Me: I cannot. I can give you his office number.
Lady: Well it’s busy, I can’t get through. I care very much about all the candidates religious faiths. I heard he’s half Jewish. Some say he’s Catholic. This concerns me. I’m 78. I don’t have the internet.
Me: The number of his office is…
She calls multiple times, every day.
I wouldn’t be upset if we played that well for show day (FRIDAY); it wasn’t perfect, but it was genuine. And who wants to be that well-reheasred anyway? I like a little anxiety to power up the performance.
I think my favorite part of listening to that was listening to us laugh together. We’re having fun. And isn’t that all that matters?
Next step: memorizing the lyrics I’m weak on. Also not trashing my voice between now and Friday. So no yelling at teenagers tomorrow during LibrarianShip duty. (hear that kids, you get a free pass)
listen to a recording of band practice from last night.
Live updates as cringe-worthiness permits.
(O god. I did this once with poetry readings and did not like the outcome)
it’s kind of funny when people ask if a book is “racy” or has “naughty words” in it and then tell me they were wondering because they’re going to give it to an elderly person.
Uhm. What? Like…that person has been alive long enough that they probably know what sex is? And maybe have had it once or twice? I’m not sure, but whenever I get those questions I feel like it’s someone trying to protect a child from inappropriate language, which would make sense? (Not really?)
Arg, its hard to Library sometimes.
Recently, a young woman asked me how we can make feminism more accessible to men. I told her that I don’t care about making feminism more accessible to men. In truth, I don’t care about making feminism more accessible to anyone. I care about making the liberties that men enjoy so freely fully accessible to women, and if men or celebrities claiming feminism for themselves has become the spoon full of sugar to make that medicine go down, so be it.
Read the rest here: Jennifer Lawrence? Emma Watson? These aren’t the feminists you’re looking for | Roxane Gay | Comment is free | The Guardian (via roxanegay)
Feminism is, I hope, a way to a better future for everyone who inhabits this world. Feminism should not be something that needs a seductive marketing campaign. The idea of women moving through the world as freely as men should sell itself.
My skin hurts. What am I allergy to? I don’t understand this. Woke up this morning with a huge patch of welts along my left side: upper arm, torso, rib cage, and legs. Even my left eye is red and puffy and swollen. Like pinkeye style.
Brb, spending the next 18 hours in a Benadryl stupor. Wish I had a bathtub so I could just lay in an ice bath. But that sounds way too much like voluntary hypothermia.