original 1950s hot rod gang jacket.
Faces of school shooters
Look at all the white faces without the label of terrorist under their pictures!
Where are the derogatory slurs that make the crimes a result of their race/culture?
Where are the think pieces that make their “strange/foreign” religion a key factor in their decision?
This reminds me of something I saw recently that really, really bothered me. The Cracked columnists have said some insightful things before, and the two guys who wrote this column about guns are smart dudes. But here’s a line from it, about how we can’t profile school shooters (other than they’re probably male teenagers):
"So here’s the bizarre, horrifying truth: There is no "typical" school shooter profile."
Uh… no. There’s a profile. He’s male, yes, and also white. There have been one or two who were non-white (the Virginia Tech shooter, for instance), but they’re overwhelmingly white. This is an example of how people see male, particularly white and male, as the “default setting” in society. If every school shooter had been a young woman, that would be a commonly accepted profile for all school shooters. If every school shooter had been Middle Eastern or Black or any other non-white male, that would be a profile. But white and male? We just can’t know! There is no profile!
Look at those faces up there. That is the “typical” school shooter: a young, disgruntled white man. The next time someone tells you that they think it’s OK for the NYPD to stop and frisk Black and brown men, or that it’s “just logic” to search Muslim people at the airport, ask them if they think all white boys should have to go through a metal detector before going to school in the morning. Or whether there should be a law against white men owning guns. Fair’s fair, right?
This abandoned tuberculosis hospital right down the street from my house has some of the most interesting and beautiful graffiti I’ve seen, I’m sad for not getting more pictures. It closed in the early ’80s, and some of the lockers still had patients’ rusted hangers in them. Supposedly one of the most haunted places in Massachusetts, although I didn’t experience anything (which was super disappointing). There’s three huge buildings and every time you turned around there was a new stairwell. I could’ve stayed for hours.
i want to go to there
you are the person in the first five minutes of a supernatural episode
I lost it at Stay Gold Ponyboy
So I bleached my hair today because I’m about to dye it purple, and I turned out looking like David Bowie.