Bluslvrlion - Boo

i do think that one of the worst things “activist” spaces on the internet ever did was convince young marginalized people that individual people, complete strangers, were their oppressors. no, matt from chemistry class isn’t personally oppressing you because he’s a guy, that old lady at the bank isn’t personally oppressing you because she’s cis, your waiter isn’t personally oppressing you because they’re white. individuals can and do contribute to systems of oppression. but seeing random individuals you encounter in your daily life as your oppressors will do nothing but trick you into punching laterally or punching down because you think it’s “empowering.” you might get a momentary rush of endorphins from snapping at the male cashier bc #menaretrashuwu but all you’re doing is being shitty to a random guy making poverty wages.

i saw a tik tok the other day that like perfectly described this phenomenon, how gen z (and some young millennials too tbh) pushes for systemic justice and equality, but refuses to give that on an interpersonal level, and like. y’all. you simply cannot achieve systemic change if you’re not also working toward interpersonal change. you will do more for your own liberation by treating others with sensible patience and kindness than you will pushing this toxic individualist narrative of “i don’t owe anyone anything and i get to act however i want to people i view as my oppressor.” we need class solidarity now more than ever.

For everyone that can’t access Twitter right now here’s a nice break down of musk’s reasons to rebrand as x

a little practice with colored lineart, used pink for this one!

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Wednesday screenshots 🖌️🐺

Wednesday: I fell for Enid. When I first saw her.

Enid, blushing: Willa….

Yoko and Divina: Awwwe!

Wednesday: But she fell harder.

Yoko and Divina: AWWWWWE!

Wednesday: On the ground.

Yoko: Oh what?

Wednesday: She fell hard on the pavement. When she told me she loved me. I had to kiss all of her bruises on her face and body to make her feel better.

Enid, embarrassed: I know, I’m clumsy when I’m in love.