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I talk frequently about how ignorant most Global North citizens are about the immigration policies of their own and other countries. When my husband and I (Global North citizens of different countries) got married, we had conversation after conversation with people who assumed that by producing our marriage certificate we could simply become residents of each other’s countries— and that we could not be refused residence in each other’s countries, as separating a husband and wife could surely not be allowed. 

More interestingly, a lot of people seem to refuse knowledge about immigration, perhaps because it can’t be integrated into some deep and important picture of the world that they have. My parents can’t make themselves believe that my British husband would get in trouble if he overstayed his visa “just a couple of days” in the US, or that I (an American) would ever get deported from the UK, no matter what the circumstances. This is not only because they believe that British and American citizens, as Global North citizens, are specially exempt from the systems that are “meant” to regulate other kinds of people, but also because fundamentally they believe that government and its processes are rational and just. They must believe that government and its processes are rational and just, because otherwise their whole picture of the world— the means by which they understand it— would collapse.

This is all fairly simple and obvious. What is not so simple and obvious is the way that their privileged ignorance, the hothouse resilience of their fantasy world, is part of a mechanism through which the “work of knowing” in our society is outsourced to the underprivileged. (The privileged do not have to know in a way that disrupts their fantasy, because not-knowing has no consequences for them.) This is an interesting dynamic, because many postcolonial theorists (Sara Ahmed, Dipesh Chakrabarty, etc) have explored how the Global South is typically portrayed as that-which-is-known-by-the-Global-North, and therefore as not capable of knowing. So what does it mean that the tools of regulation remain in the hands of the Global North, but that the knowledge of regulation is a burden borne by the Global South? There is an element here of knowing as knowing-your-place, for sure— learning to be interpellated as the illegal and the undesirable. The knowing that is happening also constitutes the production of the illusive “just and rational” world that sustains the Global North. I’m interested in the way that the dehumanization of the Global South therefore serves to sustain the rational and just Human and humaneness of the Global North. There’s an abjectification that is necessary for this— as anyone who has experienced universal healthcare knows, more just and equitable care/distribution of resources often means that more privileged people get less-nice things than they have been led to expect, so if they want to continue to enjoy the same standard of living allowed them by unjust and non-equitable care, they must rationalize this somehow. And how does one rationalize having been, by chance, born in the right geographic area? One can’t. One must, instead, believe that this is not how privilege is allotted, which required not-knowing that this is how privilege is allotted. 

foreman. babe. we’re at the bottom end of season 8. you have worked here for almost a decade. why are you still surprised there's medical malpractice going on at the medical malpractice department that you, personally, used to do medical malpractice at

tell me about mahjong. also what fighting games do u play

mahjong's really fun!! its an ancient chinese game in which you and 3 other anime women take turns drawing and discarding tiles, all trying to build your hand into one of many specific patterns, and whoever gets their pattern completed first wins. and if you get a really special pattern or a combination of a bunch of patterns you get a shit ton of money.

but watch out! if you discard the tile someone else needs to win, a big red button pops up that says RON, and then you get struck by lightning while the enemy catgirl yells her hand at you and sucks out your life points.

its a really high skill ceiling game about predicting your opponent's hand from their discards, building high efficiency tile shapes without sacrificing hand value and safety, and choosing to push or fold based on expected values and the gamestate. of course what actually happens is i spend 6 entire rounds of a ranked game trying to build fat hands just for my opponents to be luckier or faster than me, but i fold perfectly because i have infinite patience and am in tune with the flow like akagi, and then i make it to like south 3 without a single deal-in and FINALLY get tenpai with a riichi tanyao pinfu 2 dora sanmentan wait with a possible sanshoku doujun, and then this

fuck ass cat tsumos some bullshit for one dollar and i get third for the 50 billionth time in a row because im cursed but maybe thats just gold room

the rules can be a little convoluted, but if you can find 2-3 friends to learn with its a real good time. ranked is fun if you're into orgasm denial and other exercises in futility.

also look at my leopard girlfriend she's so cute

steal her look

Did that thing where you cut a hole in the dick portion of some boxer briefs to make a fucked up sports bra. Felt kinda foolish but also a lil cute tho...

Little Alice and her little Alice

need to give up on my dreams and spec into being cute girl

any second now everyone is going to notice the massive unsalvageable flaw that even I cannot begin to pinpoint

btr does have a bit of a group project vibe, especially compared to something like k-on. kinda feels like none of them would hang out if they weren't doing music (except for maybe nijika and ryo), which is maybe closer to the vibe of an actual band? honestly makes the show better imo

get it twisted, the only way for you to make friends is to get so good at something that everyone else becomes forced to keep you around. make them need you or you'll be thrown away.

I remember when I first found out the truth about “Somali pirates” I got chills because of how horrific the truth was and how insanely creepily well the media had twisted the situation. Every single fucking article making it seem like these “pirates” were just after money or something holding innocent people hostage and I never gave it a second thought, why would I? There was no indication that people were trying to legitimately fight off disgusting imperialism that left nuclear waste in their waters, that over 300 people have died from radiation sickness, that Europeans have been stealing Somalia’s seafood because they overfished their own waters and the indigenous fisherman are starving and so these “pirates” emerged to deal with those stealing their country’s natural resources. The truth is enough to make anyone sick to their stomachs.

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