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Why do we have an abortion rate 20% higher than France’s (and more than twice as high as Germany’s), especially considering most doctors here won’t perform them? The answer is any country that has universal health care, where contraception is free, where child care is free or inexpensive, where there is less poverty because people don’t become bankrupt over medical bills — those societies are simply going to have fewer unplanned and unwanted pregnancies.
And there the mask gets pulled off the Bart Stupaks and the “Christians.” If the statistics show that countries with government-provided universal health care and nearly-free abortions are, in fact, the countries with the fewest abortions, then why on earth wouldn’t the Right be the first in line to support universal health care?
Because it isn’t about “universal health care.” It’s about controlling women, period. It’s about sticking your nose in other people’s business. It’s about pushing your religious beliefs on everyone else because voices in your head tell you your Jesus is The One — even though your Jesus never said one single solitary word in any of the four gospels of the Bible about abortion or fertilized eggs being human. You’ve just gone and made it up about “life beginning at conception.” Jesus never said that. The little voice in your head said that, the same little voice that wants your grubby paws on women’s uteruses. You need help. Please get some help and leave the rest of us alone, Mr. Stupak and friends.
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Michael Moore: My Congressman, Bart Stupak, Has Neither a Uterus Nor a Brain (via veruca-assault)
I wish I could reblog this 1,000 times.
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can you image how awesome it must have been to be Josephine Baker. She got to dance around topless in a banana skirt in Paris all day. That’s the life.
she had struggles too, which makes her even more amazing. like, at a time when racism and sexism was oppressive,
she was like fuck it
imma shake these tittays and dip outta of the US
cuz they can’t handle my fly
Homegirl was LEGENDARY. Didn’t want to fuck with the racism/sexism in the U.S., noticed the French was all on her tits so she was like PEACE OUT BITCHES I’M BOUT TO MAKE THIS FRENCH MONEY
She was even a spy for the French and helped the French resistance during World War II. Back in the US she was down with Civil Rights and was so close to MLK and the movement that when he was murdered, Coretta Scott King offered her leaderdship, but she turned it down because she felt that her children needed her.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
Started dancing hella young on the streets and was picked up for vaudeville dancing. Got so big that she was able to afford a pet cheetah, which she adorned with a diamond collar, and used it in her shows. (The cheetah would sometimes jump in the pit during her shows, which freaked out musicians.)
White men authors of the time wrote fucking odes to her (Hemingway had the biggest hard on for her) and she became everyone’s muse (Dior, Langston Hughes, Picasso, etc)
She ended up marrying a Frenchman and when she got married in France, she was asked to renounce her American citizenship. She was like “lolz cool” and did that shit with the quickness.
BASICALLY THE BADDEST, Y’ALL.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
GOT IT IN WITH FRIDA KAHLO.
AND ALL THE OTHER STUFF TOO.
Denis Darzacq, La Chute (The Fall) - 2005/2006
The French riots of 2005 inspired the photographer Denis Darzacq to head for the housing estates on the outskirts of the capital. But he wasn’t after gritty shots of urban deprivation, he tells Angelique Chrisafis. He wanted something more - to capture an entire generation in freefall and with no one to catch them.
Denis Darzacq’s bizarre series La Chute (The Fall) has gripped the French art world. People have clamoured to know what on earth is happening in these pictures - taken with a manual camera and not Photoshopped - in which impassive 20-year-olds seem about to hit the ground at high speed. Why are all the shutters closed behind them? Will anyone care if they splatter on the pavement? Will anyone even notice them tumbling to certain oblivion?
Political posters made by École des Beaux-Arts (the School of Fine Arts). First picture is the wall of the school. Anti-Gaullist political poster in the last, the strike at the Renault plant in the third place. Paris, May 1968. [Part I / II / III]
[Credit : Bruno Barbey]
Political posters made by École des Beaux-Arts (the School of Fine Arts). In the first picture, to the left the face of Daniel Cohn-Bendit laughing at a riot policeman, to the right a poster comparing the riot police to the Nazi SS, which was very controversial. Anti-Gaullist poster seen in the third place. Paris, May ‘68. [Part I / II / III]
[Credit : Bruno Barbey]
A fascinating look into Angela Davis’ time in France as a student and how this influenced her intellectual/political life #longreads
“ I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
— Jean-Paul Sarte (via 250cc)
![Rare Interview with urban artist Princess Hijab
By Matilda Battersby, for The Independent, June 16, 2011.
We talk to the graffiti artist who works in the Paris underground at night ‘hijabising’ posters and billboard advertising
Princess Hijab is an elusive graffiti artist who goes around Paris scrawling hijabs and burqas in black marker onto the faces of men and women on posters.
She is out to ‘hijabise’ advertising by targeting cosmetic brands and well-known models, seeming to ask if hiding a face behind a veil is any different from hiding one behind make-up and air brushing.
In a rare interview, the artist explains in her own words (with the help of a translator via email) her motivation:
Street art is how I build my universe, giving form to my imaginary representations. Paris - the city, the identities, fashion and society- it offers me nearly inexhaustible inspiration. It nourishes my urban expression.
When I engulf myself in the entrails of Paris and sneak amongst the travellers I visit my kingdom incognito, thus getting my bearings to say so.
I apprehend advertising in order to transform it. The image of women in publicity is a feature, a fetishist representation of the moment.
My work is nothing to do with the veil ban in France. I’ve repeatedly stated: “No that is not my message, neither in the form, nor in the content of my stuff”. I started working in 2005 [before the ban was imposed] on top of that.
The content of my art is more directly related to our archetypes, to the collective unconsciousness, our intimate reactions, to the closed space of the Metro and the street.
What matters me most is my self-determination and the creation of my own universe, but also being in contact with people that have different sensibilities.
I’m a person who lives quite normally. I’m a Parisian, poor but sublime. During the daytime I lead an honest life. It’s at night time that everything derails into a strange ritual that I do not control.
At night the time stops, things seem to float and when I get into the Metro, I get into a kind of parallel world. My alter ego fully comes to life, it vibrates with the decor.
The Metro is a space-time bubble where people move like particles; they go around the passages and the Metro trains and the images I work on refer to another field of conscience, something more dreamlike, darker and more frightening.
I keep my identity a secret because what I do is illegal therefore it’s a protection. Secondly I love the anonymity, thanks to this I can share things that I couldn’t if I were a public figure.
I chose the name ‘Princess Hijab’ because it conjures an exclusive person who operates out of sight. This alias corresponds perfectly. It combines French Revolution with ethnic minorities. The interaction between a certain French Romanticism and the urban allegory has also inspired me.
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Rare Interview with urban artist Princess Hijab
We talk to the graffiti artist who works in the Paris underground at night ‘hijabising’ posters and billboard advertising
Princess Hijab is an elusive graffiti artist who goes around Paris scrawling hijabs and burqas in black marker onto the faces of men and women on posters.
She is out to ‘hijabise’ advertising by targeting cosmetic brands and well-known models, seeming to ask if hiding a face behind a veil is any different from hiding one behind make-up and air brushing.
In a rare interview, the artist explains in her own words (with the help of a translator via email) her motivation:
Street art is how I build my universe, giving form to my imaginary representations. Paris - the city, the identities, fashion and society- it offers me nearly inexhaustible inspiration. It nourishes my urban expression.
When I engulf myself in the entrails of Paris and sneak amongst the travellers I visit my kingdom incognito, thus getting my bearings to say so.
I apprehend advertising in order to transform it. The image of women in publicity is a feature, a fetishist representation of the moment.
My work is nothing to do with the veil ban in France. I’ve repeatedly stated: “No that is not my message, neither in the form, nor in the content of my stuff”. I started working in 2005 [before the ban was imposed] on top of that.
The content of my art is more directly related to our archetypes, to the collective unconsciousness, our intimate reactions, to the closed space of the Metro and the street.
What matters me most is my self-determination and the creation of my own universe, but also being in contact with people that have different sensibilities.
I’m a person who lives quite normally. I’m a Parisian, poor but sublime. During the daytime I lead an honest life. It’s at night time that everything derails into a strange ritual that I do not control.
At night the time stops, things seem to float and when I get into the Metro, I get into a kind of parallel world. My alter ego fully comes to life, it vibrates with the decor.
The Metro is a space-time bubble where people move like particles; they go around the passages and the Metro trains and the images I work on refer to another field of conscience, something more dreamlike, darker and more frightening.
I keep my identity a secret because what I do is illegal therefore it’s a protection. Secondly I love the anonymity, thanks to this I can share things that I couldn’t if I were a public figure.
I chose the name ‘Princess Hijab’ because it conjures an exclusive person who operates out of sight. This alias corresponds perfectly. It combines French Revolution with ethnic minorities. The interaction between a certain French Romanticism and the urban allegory has also inspired me.
