Stop Hating on Your Country: Or, Why I Hate “’Murica!”

This whole damn country from start to present was and is built on immigrants. Yes, genocidal religious zealots set the ball rolling (that is a whole ‘nother essay right there, like a doctoral thesis, so I’m not going to explicate—there are people better qualified), but then people like your and my great-grandparents built it into this cushy, comfortable, easy place to live in.
Think of the last time you were wanting: the last time you went hungry, the last time you were without shelter, hell, the last time you had a craving for ice cream you couldn’t satisfy. If you come up with “never,” guess what, you are privileged. Now (and this one’s more fun), think of the last time you were a minority immigrant. Yeah, if you’re not one of those, you’re as privileged as it gets.
True, there’s a lot of white trash in the U.S. of A., and unfortunately, they’re privileged too. Mostly, the kind of people we’re talking about, who might say “’Murica” in earnest, live somewhere out in the middle of the continent in that area no one serious visits, just flies over on their way to the other coast. We know—they exist. Bunch of chubby Christian Republicans driving SUVs back and forth between Wal-Mart and their McMansions. They comprise much of the middle of America’s population. But why are they the chosen representatives of this Republic? Seriously, the shot-callers, cultural trailblazers, and innovators are for the most part coastal people. New York City. Los Angeles. San Francisco. Portland. Boston. Seattle. Washington, D.C. Okay, Chicago is sort of in the middleish—but it’s on a gigantic lake! So much of our population lives in these urban areas, and yet so many of the people who say “’Murica” as if America is a bad thing are city folk.
I get the joke. I do. I’m not a fan of those extreme ignorant right-wingers either. But they are not the entirety of this country. Making them the representatives of this great nation is like giving media attention to Kim Kardashian or Miley-Justin Cyrus-Bieber. Why do it?! Negative attention is attention, remember.
So many people have come here, and still do immigrate here, and dream of immigrating here, because they don’t have those privileges you do, and dream of a better life. When you say, “’Murica y’all,” you negate their dreams. It’s disrespectful. You are flippant about what other people dream of and don’t have. You take for granted the position of privilege you are in.
“If you don’t like it, leave.” Childish as it is, I’m, like, serious. Lots of you who “’Murica” it up every year could definitely afford a one-way ticket to Europe (or at least a bus to Canada). Everything is better over there, after all, right? I’m sure they’d love to have you! (See again: privilege.) What’s stopping you? Honestly, guys, put your suitcase where your mouth is if Europe is so great. You’re just like people who say “I want a tattoo!” just to prove how cool they are for wanting one, but don’t actually do it.
I’m anticipating some counter-arguments here. Like, “saying ‘Murica is a commentary on the state of politics and the cultural and intelligent degradation of this country, blah blah fuckin’ blah” yeah well South Park does it better than you, so leave it to the professionals, eh?

So anyway, in conclusion, stop it. It doesn’t make you more hip to hate on the U.S.A. The joke is old and tired. Happy 4th, y’all. 


Pumpkin of Coconut Gables

My family's dearly beloved Basset Hound, Pumpkin, recently had an episode where she couldn't walk right. She didn't seem to be in pain, but her back legs stopped "working."

The town Veterinarian said it was something about inflammation, pinched nerve, somethingsomething, you know to be honest I'm not really sure exactly what caused it. But the long and short of it (GET IT?!?! BECAUSE SHE'S A BASSET HOUND.) is that it made her legs go sort of "floppy." That's a technical description from the Lady of the manor (my Mom). The Vet gave Pumpkin a round of anti-inflammatory medicine and said no-no to rambunctious play. And she doesn't have to go for brisk walks anymore (which she sort of despised, anyway). In fact, if she had difficulty keeping up on walks before, she's useless now. According to my parents, she would be enthusiastic about going, but halfway across the shire (well, neighborhood) she'd have to stop, and could not endure to go any further ... or back. That is rather an inconvenience to your humans when you are a 50+ lb. dog.

Oh, my! you say. What a poor doggie! And what a dilemma. How ever did they solve this problem?

Never fear!! My crafty father made her a special wagon with a ramp for ease of entry and debarkation. 

Actually, scratch that: it is a freaking fancy-ass carriage.
It is the Barouche, nay, the Landau of stylish doggie carriages.

And forever thence, Pumpkin of Coconut Gables traveled with style and dignity.


Michelle Phan tutorial - Cara Delevingne Makeup

Michelle Phan just uploaded a video for NYFW-themed Cara Delevingne makeup, and I gave it a whirl.

Here's my take, done with a few drugstore shadows and some liner from my stage makeup kit:

And if you don't know who this model is (I don't blame you), here's a reference photo:

She is rather characterized by pursed lips, flared nostrils, and of course big heavy brows. 
Well, that was fun, but I wouldn't leave the house like this.


Michelle likes it!

(*fangirl scream*)


Behind-the-scenes of my latest DIY

Laying out and (hair) pinning my template dress

Georgina doing all the work

cutting with plenty of wiggle room

basting with a thread color I can see

taking a nap after all that hard work.


FKA twigs got copied by John Legend's people.

Let’s play a game! It’s called, Guess which stills are from FKA twigs music video “How’s That,” out since the beginning of May, by Jesse Kanda, and which are from the video for John Legend’s new single “Made To Love,” published August 1.

(x-posted to my tumblr blog)


DIY: Mesh Chainmail dress, shopwasteland.com's "Chloe"

So I saw this dress from Wasteland clothing and I said, dayumn I like that dress. 
But then I looked at how much it cost.

I do not believe in that dress for $135.

So I made one myself.

For $13.

(Well, I don't know how much my labor cost me; I already have sort of a lot of free time, and I never sleep until 4 a.m. anyway, so let's just say it cost me one needle-shoved-up-my-fingernail. Yeah, Chinese torture happened in the making of this dress. I don't have a sewing machine, so I hand-stitched this motherfabric. Bro you don't even know.)


I even did her awkward little poses. I had a beer first.

I admit this one was the hardest ...

Fabric: Fulton Fabric, 398 Bridge St  Brooklyn, NY
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell Lita Spike
Jewelry: pendant by my father!
Hair: I grew it, that's what it does

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Kent Odessa - Bo Jacksons Music Video

This is me, in a very small leotard, doing my best Flashdance-esque moves. Check out the rest of Kent Odessa's album, Silverdome, here, and buy it on iTunes.