Wow. A new low.
So for those of you who didn’t see the post, yesterday there was a long debacle involving a burst pipe in my building that left us with no running water most of the day (and stinky water full of rust flakes for the rest of the day), a ground floor flooded with sewage, and a strong smell of feces all the way up here on the sixth floor all afternoon (the burst happened on the first floor and on the opposite end of the building).
Well, today I talked to some more people and found out some shit that was so disgusting it made the situation itself seem minor
So, when it happened, the maintenance guys checked it out and told people what it was - a burst sewage pipe. One of the many affected residents, in turn, called the city water people and told them what was going on, and they sent some people out.
Our building manager - who in our eight months here has shown no end to her self-serving unscrupulousness - starts screaming at the guy (who is incredibly friendly and polite) about how “he has no right” and “it’s none of his concern” and “I’m the only authority you report to” (something she’s said before about many subjects) and shit like that. When she finds out that the maintenance guys told him that, she took them aside and did the same to them. When the city people came, she stopped them from coming in and told them that everything’s taken care of, and that the guy who called didn’t know what he was talking about and there was no burst pipe or fecal matter all over the floors.
Because that is a health hazard, and this place is legally obligated to vacate the residents and, if necessary, pay to put every single one of them up in a hotel for as long as the building takes to get cleaned and repaired. If the city people came in, they would have closed the building and given the manager notice to do those things. But now, instead, several people’s apartments are still flooded to ankle-level with raw fucking sewage and some of them are just having to stay there anyway because they have nowhere else to go and the manager isn’t even acknowledging at the moment that elderly and disabled people are just having to walk through piss, shit and god fucking knows what else just to have a place to sleep. Now the “official” version of the story that she’s telling people and making the maintenance guys tell people (even though they’re wink-winking that it’s bullshit) is that there is no sewage or fecal matter and that someone broke a sprinkler somewhere on the first floor and it just happens to look and smell like urine and fecal matter because coincidentally there was “garbage” in the sprinkler system.
Government-assisted housing, folks.
this is where we’re living, y’all.
this is the kind of situation we’re putting up with.
and this isn’t even the fucking beginning, there are other things that have happened to make this place unsafe.
again: this is the place that i live.
I’m perfect in my imperfections, happy in my pain, strong in my weaknesses and beautiful in my own way because I’m me.
Happy Independence day to all the people of #Togo!
Independent since April 27, 1960.
Togo, home to Ewé, Tem, Tchamba, Kabye, Mina, Mossi, and Aja peoples; bordered by Ghana, Burkina, and Benin; located on the stretch of the Atlantic once known as the “Slave Coast”; formerly colonized by Germany, Britain, and France; declared independent in 1960 under Sylvanus Olympio, who was assassinated in 1963 by Eyadema Gnassingbe, who subsequently held power until his death in 2005, the longest run of any modern ruler on the continent; producer of chocolate, gold, coffee, petroleum, and earth minerals.
Paix, Union, Solidarité.
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High tech low life.
Man, Half Blood Prince #2 really took the story in a different direction.
What are these tags. “wonders of asia”?
They are school girls. Also, I’m pretty sure that this picture can’t be taken in CHINA, JAPAN, AND KOREA AT THE SAME TIME.
frickin asian melting pot syndrome.
Lets stop pretending people only have sex for procreation. I know anti-choicers do not understand that you can have sex and not want kids but this is just some slut shaming bullshit. Also, who is to say nuns do not want children? Women become nuns for spiritual reasons not because they don’t want kids.
I’LL STOP WEARING BLACK WHEN THEY MAKE A DARKER COLOUR
"One of the first things I think young people, especially nowadays, should learn is how to see for yourself and listen for yourself and think for yourself."
Malcolm X (via sail-the-desert)
I think not.
I actually take extreme offense to this term, solely because the guys who live up to this definition are so vastly different than myself. It’s no lie that I prefer to date Asian men. But unlike the rice queens who simply want to “add another notch to their bed post” as someone on Tumblr so elegantly put it, my preference runs far deeper than the superficial and physical. I am a Japanese major. No I’m not some “Weabo” white boy who thinks that he’s Japanese, or dresses up as some nerdy anime character and pretends to know everything about the culture. Actually, my fascination with Japan runs much deeper than the pop culture boom that has afflicted America in the past couple decades. While my initial attraction to Japanese was admittedly through Sailor Moon and Pokemon as a child, it quickly ran much deeper than that.
In my hometown there was a Japanese flower shop called “Hisa’s Flowers and Gifts”. Over the years from a very young age, Hisa would become a close friend of mine. I would ride my bike over after school for some Ramune, and ogle the treasures from the Far East. Something seemed to feel right, something felt comforting looking at the art and nick nacks that lined the walls. This fascination and relationship would help shape my young mind and instill in me values and beliefs that are inherently stronger in Asian cultures. Something I hope to find in my partner in return.
I have a very different feeling for life, a deeper, more retrospective perspective than most Americans can grasp. I’m highly romantic, loyal, devoted, disciplined, and overall just have a sense that “clicks” well with Asian cultures, specifically Japan. When I lived in Japan I remember feeling for the first time I truly felt “at home”. I feel a large part of myself is at heart, inherently a mix of these two cultures through my upbringing and introduction at a very young age into Asian cultures. My friends often joke that I’m more “Japanese” than I am “Gay”. I am after all a Japanese major who lived and studied in Tokyo, have a myriad of Japanese friends across the globe, and was vice president of Temple’s Japanese Student’s Association. There is a part of me that other ethnic groups just can’t understand. I want to be with someone who can understand me fully, and not just my everyday American side.
Asian cultures are one of the few cultures that have preserved their everyday traditions and cultural norms. These are norms that focus heavily on respect, unison, and discipline. I am drawn to these traits. While this may seem like an unfair generalization I find most Americans in our individualistic culture to be disrespectful, lazy, and out for their own selves. That’s not a diss on America, just an observation I’ve made in recent years. I also enjoy learning more about these cultures as I find them interesting to begin with.
Admittedly, I tend to find Asian guys carry a “Nice Guy” sense about them. Unlike most people who seem to be drawn to assholes and jerks, I honestly want to find that one “Nice Guy” who I can truly make happy. Who I can make me happy in return. I honestly find guys of this ethnicity generally more able to…well, love.
Yes, another part of it is Asian guys, at least the majority of my friends, on some level tend to be dorks. I’m a huge dork. I play Pokemon, I read/watch Sailor Moon, and I love Mario Kart to a sick extent. I would require my boyfriend to do the same on some level.
Call it Yellow Fever, Rice Queen, or whatever you may, but I just wish to find someone who I can love deeper than they ever imagined possible, who I can hold every morning knowing that I “get them” and who can understand me fully in return. Is that so bad? I think not, and when explained in this light I think people tend to understand. So to my future everything, I didn’t fall in love with you because of how you look, but for the heart and soul that you posses, which perfectly meshes with mine.
Let me repeat what you just wrote, as an Asian person would hear it.
“I am white. Really fucking white. Soooooooo white. But I hate white people! I do not ally myself with that mundane culture! No! Instead, I am an aficionado and expert on all things Asian. I have studied Japanese culture, and therefor, qualify as not being racist. I really, REALLY love anime and video games and clearly that is an Asian-oriented trait and so I need an Asian boyfriend to have a really authentic boyfriend. I have objectified and belittled Asian culture into three huge stereotypes as if all Asian cultures are still this traditional. Because western culture is just so….passe. White guys aren’t exotic enough for me. I need an Asian boyfriend, because I think Asian is clearly a personality trait. Exotification? No! Sexotification! I find you sexy and beautiful for cultural traits and personality traits which I have ascribed onto you, simply by virtue of your ethnicity. I know sooooo much more than you do about your culture! I am the embodiment of cultural appreciation! I have yet to come to terms with my white privilege and completely irrational objectification of a huge myriad of cultures and diversity. But it’s sweet, really, because I think of you as a Far East treasure.
….would you like some green tea while we play Pokemon?
Yeah… This would be creepy if it wasn’t so pathetic.