“As for the Whishaw production, he hardly remembers it: Laertes has a two-and-a-half hour break in the show, so “I wasn’t around much”. Wasn’t he backstage? He looks sheepish: at the time, Kinnear lived 10 minutes’ walk from the Old Vic, so would pop home to eat dinner and watch the European Championships on TV, “then return for a quick fence and a howl”.”—This will be forever my favourite fact and quote about Rory Kinnear. How he just went home during Ben Whishaw’s Hamlet to watch football. x (via enchantedbyhiddles)
“Unless I write “and then his Galaxy 4’s battery died” no one can ever get lost, forget an important fact, meet a partner outside of a dating site, or do anything that doesn’t eventually have them picking up a phone. So I’m stuck writing about an era where Ethan Hawke was considered the pinnacle of manliness.”—
Perhaps they don’t have service, or at least not enough to get the maps app to load properly. Perhaps they don’t even have a smartphone, because not everybody does, you classist fuck. Perhaps they’re just shit at reading maps, so they keep thinking they’re going the right way according to the map they pulled up, only to realize, no, that wasn’t it either. Perhaps they’re alone in their car and so they can only take quick glances at their phone so it’s really fucking hard to read their directions and they get lost anyway because they missed a step or didn’t realize that was their exit until they were past it.
Perhaps they don’t keep lists of shit to do on their phone. Perhaps they don’t have a hyper-developed “let me ask the internet!” reflex when confronted with the unknown. Perhaps they forgot to set a reminder for some important thing. Perhaps they were so sure they’d remember they didn’t bother to make a note of it. Perhaps, again, they don’t have signal. Perhaps they’re just shit at looking things up on the internet and give up in frustration after a moment or two.
Perhaps they don’t even do dating sites. Perhaps they just take their fucking phone with them while they’re out and about and meet people in other places, while carrying the phone, but not actively being on it. (Honestly, wtf was dating sites even doing on a list like this? Like they’re an intrinsic part of the smartphone user experience?)
Basically, perhaps you could engage your fucking imagination like a halfway decent writer and figure out how to work modernity into your plots, or at least shut the fuck up whining about how incompetent and ignorant you are, you fucking hack.
Is your latte too hot? Mine was this morning. I was at the bustling Oasis shopping center in Kampala, Uganda, and I took one sip and then spilt it all over me. You know who else has these problems? The local Ugandans that frequent this shop, and make up the majority of it’s clientele.
As Africa stabilizes across the continent, Westerners forget that average daily problems in Europe or North America are not that far off from that of the African middle class. Our smart phones sometimes freeze up. That’s annoying. The DJ is playing shit, so we leave the club.
Which is not to say that there aren’t problems. It’s not to pretend that all of Kampala or Nairobi or Kigali is a paradise of African wealth where the biggest problem is a warm beer. There is real, stark, damaging poverty here. But there is similar poverty in Clichy Sous Bois in Paris. There is similar poverty in Brooklyn. In Chicago. The outskirts of Amsterdam.
The idea that an African can’t have similar issues to those living in London is a mistake. It is a mistake rooted in the idea that Europe is somehow superior or has vast amounts of wealth. In reality, the East African GDP has been steadily on the rise for years, whereas the economic outlook in both North America and Europe have been steadily declining. Angola just gave a loan to their former colonialists, Portugal. Our cities now have thumping clubs, eclectic cuisine and most of these places are owned and invested in by locals.
Stop feeling bad for Africa. It doesn’t need your pity.
If you want to do something to help those who survive on very little, try investing in it. Instead of buying Tom’s shoes which give away free shoes (and therefore remove jobs from hardworking Africans making shoes) invest in Sole Rebels. A woman-owned Ethiopian based shoe company that pays their workers a livable wage.
Tonight I am going with Ugandan friends and some expats to watch the Poland vs. England match, live on DSTV at my local pub. I will eat grilled tilapia and drink some beer. This is not an extraordinary life here. This is the new Kampala average. This continent is far from perfect. Uganda is far from perfect. But it is getting there, and if you think for one minute Africans do not experience massages, cupcake shops, foam on our coffee, car trouble, banking woes and hangovers after too much fun, you are dead wrong.
It’s not all flies on babies. Welcome to the real Africa.
“Ultimately, most things that are offensive are also lazy and unoriginal; because you can’t reach that point of view by looking at the world honestly…You reach that point of view by taking short cuts and by just sort of repeating what someone else told you.”—Joseph Fink Writer from Welcome To Night Vale discussing writing on Citizen Radio 865 (via podquotes)
The premise of minimum wage, when it was introduced, was that a single wage earner should be able to own a home and support a family. That was what it was based on; a full time job, any job, should be able to accomplish this.
The fact people scoff at this idea if presented nowadays, as though the people that ring up your groceries or hand you your burgers don’t deserve the luxury of a home and a family, is disgusting.
“The lawsuit filed by Sheridan provided information that Johnson & Johnson/Janssen were improperly marketing and promoting the sale and use of Risperdal to highly vulnerable patients including elderly dementia patients, children and adolescents and a significant number of Americans suffering from developmental disabilities.”
This is something which happens all the time in institutions. It happened to me, with this very drug, when I was 13 and again when I was an adult. Often it is doctors acting on their own, prescribing medications which were designed for symptoms and diagnoses that patients do not have, simply to sedate them or make them easier for staff to deal with, but sometimes, as in cases like this, the drug manufacturers themselves purposefully market the drug for sale and use in this way. It is worth noting that Risperdal is an antipsychotic with a number of potentially harmful side effects. This is something which happens in institutions all the time. I cannot stress how normal this is. I cannot stress how medical abuse of people who are institutionalized is a matter of course. I hope that this case will result in more companies having whistles blown on them and buckling down on this kind of thing but I don’t have high hopes for what that would mean for people who are institutionalized now. I think many doctors will simply continue to use drugs in this cavalier fashion even if they are not being paid or urged by the drug companies to do so. Please understand that this kind of thing is not unusual. This is how institutions work.