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Reflecting

It was hitting me on Saturday night as I sat at Dempsey’s attempting to learn sports by osmosis, my fleshy frame’s surface area exposed to discussion of basketball statistics, attempting to draw the knowledge in through my cell membranes, that my life has turned into something I didn’t really expect. I am becoming friends with professional fighters. I’m looking at getting a motorcycle. The thought of donuts makes me sick to my stomach (I will still totally eat them though, lets not get too crazy). I think about running two miles and I get a mild buzz of excitement and not dread. I have business cards, they even have my name on them. It’s a bunch of little strange things that confuse me, and of course that makes me think about where I have been. So a brief recap of the last year:

A year and a day ago, I graduated with a Master’s degree in Linguistics. My sister got married the day before. I was never as upset about it as the other people I knew. I started talking to my girlfriend about getting married. Eleven months ago I switched anxiety medications and everything seemed like it was going to be great. They were actually helping instead of making me feel worse, all of which came from the fact that I was still anxious after grad school ended. Ten months ago, my girlfriend left me in the middle of the night, my life started to fall apart. Nine months ago, I adopted my kitten. Shadow has been, well, my shadow ever since. Eight months ago, with no prospects of employment after getting a significant amount of debt and doing a lot of work to prove I could be an academic success, and reeling after being left by someone I thought I wanted to spend life with, I thought very hard about the benefits of no longer existing. Seven months ago, I got a part time job that paid a ridiculous amount for being a part time job, but still wasn’t quite enough to make ends meet on my own. But it was something. I turned 27 and I could get out and do things occasionally again. My dad retired, they named a building after him. Six months ago, I had a brief encounter with someone who had meant a lot to me before my girlfriend, and who still means a lot to me today. 5 months ago, I kind of screwed that up. Neither of us were in the right place to even be thinking about dating someone. This made Christmas kind of rough. Four months ago I got my camera. Instead of sulking I started to go out and practice shooting. I wanted to explore and get better. Three months ago, I made it 5km on the elliptical trainer for the first time ever in my life. I was starting to actually get in shape instead of just punishing myself at the gym for being a fuck up in his late 20s. Two months ago, I got my motorcycle license. I had gotten up to doing 5k three times a week on the trainer and could do 3k on foot without stopping. I knew I could go further, I don’t stop because I’m out of breath, but because I’m hell on my knees. Last month, I decided I wanted to get serious about becoming a fashion/alt photographer. I’m slowly collecting gear and kit to make that work. I actually did some work painting for the first time in a long while. I had forgotten how much I liked painting little mans, and how good I was at it. This month, I hardly believe its been a year.

The truth of the thing is that eight months ago, I may have really died. Whoever I was stopped existing, because he was defeated. All the work he did and all the plans he made fell apart and failed, and he had to let go and admit that none of that was solely his fault. It takes two to tango, and I admit I screwed up a fair number of times in that relationship, but you can’t control how someone else feels. She just wasn’t feeling it any more. I couldn’t have fixed it. The economy and politics have been severely mismanaged by a small group of greedy individuals, especially here in Kansas. I am not alone in the substantial amount of debt that I left school with, and am not alone in the fact that it will crush my ability to function in society for years to come. Things in this country have stagnated, and the work I do now, funded by the National Science Foundation and the National Institute of Health, is threatened further by short sighted budget cuts and anti-intellectual agendas. How many students out there are now highly trained scientists and problem solvers that can’t get hired because they lack job experience? How will we ever get job experience if no one is willing to train us or let us train ourselves? Every graduate student in America, unless they finished their degree by being a mindless sycophant, has demonstrated that for a minimum of two years that they are capable of learning and adapting to any situation under their own direction. They can identify and deconstruct problems and work through innovative solutions by doing research and through systematic inquiry and investigation.

And hell, even the mindless sycophants have proven that they are spineless and well documented yes-men, and there are people who want that, too.

There are plenty of people feeling guilty today because they are in their 20s and they had to move back home after school and society says that is a sign of personal failure. Well guess what, we are becoming a majority of people, we get to decide what society says, and I think we should be saying “No, fuck you, we never got a chance to buy cars and houses like you said we should. The problem isn’t us, it’s you. We haven’t failed you, you failed us. You told us the only way to get ahead in life is to go to school and get an education, and then hung us out to dry after you got our money. You sold us into slavery, and we refuse to go quietly.”

Point being, I hit an extreme low, and I think because of it I have started to think and feel significantly differently. I have become a person I did not expect to become. I’m an activist and an advocate, an artist and kind of a bad ass. If people want to call me a self important internet asshole, or cry “Social Justice Warrior!” let them. What people think about you is not important, but what you think about yourself. I’ll keep volunteering and donating, making calls to the FCC Chairman everyday until he fixes the net neutrality rules, and you can make your own decisions. You always have been able to, and that’s what I’ve wanted my readers to do all along.

I hope you stick around, though. We can get a lot more done together then we can alone.

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First of all, what is Ink Master?…

Second of all, why is it even on television? Today, we are tossing a link to a Facebook group that can go over the goings on in more detail. Quick recap: There are a pair of gigantic assholes that have prominent places in Viacom’s cable television station Spike! TV. Pretty publicly in their television show, they are somewhat abusive and sexist. Apparently behind the scenes they are bordering on criminal and largely indecent.

 

In a surprise turn of events, Viacom, when asked by a female employee to mediate a dispute over sexual harassment and a hostile work environment, refused to intervene and then terminated the woman.

 

This is a good day for the doctor, because I get to stand on two different soap boxes. AT THE SAME TIME! I am beside myself. It’s like Christmas when I get a double feature; Viacom networks are part of the increasing crush on free speech and the war against net neutrality. So when they go ahead and open themselves up to some substantial legal trouble, I am pleased.

 

Forces at work here are two fold; we have in one hand two highly publicized misogynists perpetuating a culture that is violent towards women, which we have talked about as being equally destructive to the men that perpetuate it, and we have a telecoms giant attempting to supress someone that is protesting the sad state of their external message. It’s an often referenced adage from a book that a lot of people adhere to in their daily lives; “You shall be judged according to the least among you.” Normally, I get this tossed around a lot when struggling against wage inequality, but here, here we something a little more awful. Viacom is represented by the content they decide to broadcast, so they have received one black mark for condoning this sort of behavior on national television. Alright, so no one would ever consume any media if we boycotted every outlet that contained a misogynist or a homophobe or a racist. Modern society would collapse. What a company should do is terminate those people, or at a bare, bare minimum fine, demote, or otherwise censure the specific problem individuals. Remove the cancer from their organization. Instead, they have tipped their hand. They don’t find this offensive. The money is too good, the cancer is the product, and instead of correctly vilifying the offenders and their behavior, they suppress and punish someone with the courage to speak out against them.

This is something that we have to make clear is unacceptable. With the rampant conglomeration of media outlets, consumers and activists must send a very clear message now, not later, now that these behaviors will have repercussions for companies. Support the boycott, stop spending money with Paramount Pictures, stop watching Viacom television, and stop supporting their advertisers until they put pressure on Viacom to make this situation right.

 

For more news: A story published on Jezebel (largely NSFW pro woman Gawker site), and reporting from the local news outlets in New Jersey.

You want to know which advertisers to pressure? Well have this:

Verizon, Skittles, HealthCare.gov (BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT, LETS GET THE GOVERNMENT IN HERE TOO!), US Army, South Park, Red Cross, Subaru, Jim Beam, Paramount Pictures, Guinness, Allstate, and RelativityMedia.

The Day We Fight Back

There are major steps being taken to help end the mass surveillance of United States Citizens. The Good Doctor here would like to encourage you to take steps yourself to help us. Regardless of your thoughts on Snowden, current politics, or otherwise, the unchecked collection of data by the NSA is monumental and Orwellian. Each and every one of us is currently being treated like a suspect. This sort of life under glass is the first step in enabling the boot on the face of humanity forever. So come on folks, let’s try to end mass surveillance and tell our leadership that we will not exchange liberty for safety and complacency. Call or write your representative and tell them to do their job and represent their people and not their own interests.

Strike at the root.

Update: It was brought to my attention that James Sensenbrenner Jr (R-WI), author of this bill, wrote the legislation that allowed for the collection of our data in the first place. I decided to continue due diligence and investigate this bill. I have read it and have decided to keep my link up. The wording of the proposed legislation enables actions that the ACLU and many other advocacy groups support for ending mass data collection and increased law enforcement transparency and public accountability. The PATRIOT act was a poorly worded, knee jerk document, and people make mistakes. People can rectify mistakes as well. Sensenbrenner’s moderate voting record is commendable in the current political atmosphere, and while I don’t agree with all of his platforms, I appreciate his ability to negotiate and to acknowledge that PRISM was far outside of the scope of what he intended and has taken steps to rectify the situation.

One Who Strikes at the Root

The Courts have defeated Net Neutrality. Help us fix this problem.

The FCC in America protects people like me, websites like this, from abusive data throttling and preferential service to specific websites, and the brutal censorship of others. This is an unacceptable attack on free speech and intellectual freedom; the internet is a place for sharing ideas, companies that provide access have no place dictating what can be shared between us as people. Let’s work together and call for the people who we have voted to protect and serve us in the government to do their jobs, and protect the exchange of information on the internet.

“There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil, to one who strikes at the root.” – Henry David Thoreau