i am quite honestly very exhausted with this starbucks feminism that preoccupies itself with the centering of rich white feminine women in the neoliberal capitalist lens and typically no one else.
criticizing buying 100 stanley cups is misogynistic. criticizing taylor swift is misogynistic. margot robbie not getting nominated for an oscar is misogynistic. saying you dont like pink is misogynistic. not wanting to wear makeup is internalized misogyny. not liking romcoms or romance novels is internalized misogyny. thinking self-infantilization on the basis of it being an inherent trait of your gender is bad is internalized misogyny. these are the most pressing manifestations of misogyny. can we spare a thought for any woman not waiting in line at starbucks.
not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
WHERE ARE THEY NOW: This Post
in the years since its publication, the “Devil’s Sacrament” post has taken on a life of its own, becoming a part of tumblr vernacular and even extending outside the sphere of social media in minute amounts.
the salem witch trials have since become a sensation, being referenced by authors, musicians, and artists alike, with many believing it to be factual events.
tumblr user beetledrink was found dead and gay in a clown nightclub in 2006
Oh and if you don’t know tf2 or have not played it (yet), you just need to watch all the Meet the Team videos and you’ll understand everything (I am lying)
And if you have watched these and even were there when we finally got medic and pyro vids….watch them again. I will
Something about this is so genuine and funky. It feels so natural that if I heard the correct lyrics it wouldn’t process as right in my brain. This man yelling about his green tea and watermelon sour patch kids fits so well with the live music playing in the background, the atmosphere, the whole situation. It’s like some reverse slam poetry talking about how good life is and how the simple pleasures should be enjoyed. I’m in love with this tik tok.
old alt rock fans in the notes are like:
1) this slaps and actually sounds like a lot of the classics
2) if i went to a concert and they played this i wouldnt even question it. id be like FUCK yeah they were watermelon!!!
This is an awesome use of what is probably a master’s degree if not a doctorate and I am 100% thrilled that she shared it even though it was embarrassing and she squeaked.
Okay, I gotta know, because I personally was stunned by how many I didn’t know. How many creators did you recognize on The Rolling Stone’s 25 Most Influential Creators of 2025?
so yves klein was a color field painter, also known as those guys who just paint a canvas blue, all blue, all the same color of blue, and sell it for a shitton of money. actually when it came to blue, yves klein was kind of The Guy.
BLUE
but back before all the fame and the blue, he made “yves peintures,” which was a catalog of his monochromes, pictured here:
the joke is that it’s bullshit! it’s just squares of construction paper glued on the page with little titles written below them. even the preface isn’t a preface – it’s just horizontal lines that he had a buddy of his sign with his name. one time yves klein and his art pals all hyped up a big big gallery show that he was opening. a solo exhibition! very exciting! all the critics and fancy motherfuckers showed up – three thousand people came. with great drama, they were led into a completely empty gallery. “welcome,” yves klein said. “I call it THE SPECIALIZATION OF SENSIBILITY IN THE RAW MATERIAL STAT INTO STABILIZED PICTORIAL SENSIBILITY, LE VIDE (THE VOID).” he was, in every way, a total fucker who loved bright colors and pranking the art world.
meanwhile, ad reinhardt – what’s ad reinhardt’s gig?
ad reinhardt’s gig isBLACK
more specifically, black-on-black grids of very slightly varying shades of black, applied in a very matte, powdery way that left the paintings with almost no sheen. it’s a pretty cool effect in person (if vantablack 2.0 had been a thing in the 50s, ad reinhardt would have busted a nut)
unfortunately, the way he did the paint makes the paintings incredibly difficult to maintain. if you touch one, the oils on your hands will immediately stain the painting, and it can’t be cleaned or repaired.
“no prob, bob,” ad reinhardt said to the flustered museum curators and collectors. “if you mess it up i’ll just replace it.”
“but what about our original ad reinhardt!” said the curators and collectors
“yeah i’ll replace it,” ad reinhardt said, “with the same original painting but not fucked up.” this caused some consternation
incidentally, he also made this small comic, which never fails to tickle me:
YOU, SIR, ARE A SPACE TOO!
one of my real favorite artworks in this vein is by robert rauschenberg, and i’m going to include the story of it because it makes me very happy. rauschenberg was an insane post-modernist – one of his most famous pieces includes a taxidermy goat with paint thrown all over it and a car tire around its neck, that kind of thing – and i love his piece titled “erased de kooning drawing”
so willem de kooning was the husband of elaine de kooning, who painted sick abstract expressionist portraits and was slamming hot
wow
willem was also an artist, and kind of a big deal in his own right, and friends with rauschenberg
one day rauschenberg calls him up like “hey i have an idea for a collaboration between us two art bastards. i need you to do me a drawing, in pencil”
and willem said “why”
and rauschenberg said “wouldn’t you like to know”
and willem said “why”
and rauschenberg said “because i’m gay, give it”
and willem said “that’s not a reason”
and rauschenberg said “fine, i wanna make a commentary on the value of art even after it’s destroyed and palimpsests and ephemerality and shit i guess, so i need a drawing by a famous dude to erase, and you’re famous”
willem de kooning said “okay” and proceeded to find the wettest, most difficult to erase grease pencil in his studio, which he then used to make several drawings until he came up with one he liked and sent it to rauschenberg
and to his credit, rauschenberg erased that motherfucker. he put in the effort. in a spectacular show of spite countering spite, he very nearly got rid of it all. look at this shit:
if that almost-blank piece of paper isn’t a work of art, i don’t know what is
