Monday, January 19, 2009
Controversy, fashion, economy, Wikipedia, murder, Baltimore, fame, domestic abuse, MLK Jr., Dubya, Obama, Looney Tunes... all in a day's work for me.
Fuckshitdamnasshell, this shirt from Print Liberation cracks me up.
I am a horrible, horrible person.
The shirt is made by Print Liberation but it is printed on an American Apparel shirt. I mention this because I was on the American Apparel site earlier, looking at this jacket I've wanted from that site (along with a couple of other things). The jacket is awesome, but it's almost $60. Would I actually buy a jacket for $60? Maaaybe. (Although, it's not likely I will anytime soon, given both the US economy and the recent economy of my wallet. My wallet crashed harder than the economy did, I swear.)
Thing is, the coat (and everything else made by American Apparel, too) is made in the USA and the reason it costs that much is because American Apparel actually gives their workers (you know, the cool people that actually make the clothing) decent living wages. They do lots of other good things.
However, the business (at least the advertisements, both in print and online, and the site itself) seem to have a problem with objectifying women (never both men and women, just the women, of course).
I also remember hearing something about the main guy in charge of the business being sued for sexual harassment by several women, I think mostly workers. I don't want to spread rumors or say wrong things, so even though Wikipedia isn't always reliable, the Wikipedia article for American Apparel has the facts (scroll down to the "Branding and advertising" and "Corporate culture and employment" sections).
Yeah, I'm lazy to just direct you to the Wikipedia page, aren't I? Too bad. :P
Also, I'm not going to say what jacket I want yet (it's a secret for now), but a particular celebrity was seen wearing it recently (I didn't realize it until I looked through the reviews) and now all the crazy fan-girls want one (I don't know if I like this celebrity or not yet, but a lot of the fans are annoying). Blech. I'd still get it despite that, and if I don't get it, it's not because of that.
Reading the Baltimore City Paper (the weekly local alternative paper), especially the column Murder Ink, makes me miss home in a weird way. I'm not sure why; it's not that I want to be murdered or have someone I know murdered.
While I love Baltimore, it's my home, at the same time, it makes me sad, and I know in the end, I'm going to have to get out of there if I want to get anywhere in life (literally and metaphorically).
If I got rich enough in achieving my dreams of becoming a rich famous actress on stage and on screen, Hollywood, Broadway, London, etc. (I wish, even if it's so unlikely, but I won't give up, dammit), I'd totally buy a second house in Baltimore. I'd especially like to buy my Mom-mom and Pop-pop's old rowhouse, the house I still consider home in a way.
Crap, I went off on a tangent there. Well, I wanted to post a picture of Mom-mom and Pop-pop's old house, but then I realized that picture was on the old computer, so I can't. :[ Maybe I will later, when I can get all those old photos onto either a flash drive or better yet (since I have so many), my external hard drive. I can't do that until I go home again for spring break, though.
But that's not the point.
I think I like Murder Ink because they explain the murders and make them personal. The murders and the victims are no longer just statistics. If you read about "Tian Zin Wang, a 51-year-old Asian man from Columbia [not the country, an area near Baltimore]" or "David Falkinburg, a 45-year-old Caucasian man" or "Antron Betts, a 35-year-old African-American man" or "Mayresa Craft, a 15-year-old African-American girl from Towson," they become real people who were murdered, they have names, you can try imagining their faces, someone you know might have even known them.
They're no longer just "I'm going to read the paper at breakfast, oh, that's too bad, 5 murders in 3 days, I sure hope they catch the killers, coffee? er, decaf, I guess, thanks, hon, oh, crap, I just dropped some cereal on my shirt so I have to quickly change before going to work, hon, can you put the coffee in a portable thermos or mug or something, thanks, I've got to run" and drop the paper in the recycling bin and erase the memory of any faceless, nameless murder victims read about from your mind.
The City Paper in general is pretty good, especially since it's free and who doesn't like free stuff?
But seriously, sometimes they will run articles that will unexpectedly blow your mind, or at the least, make you think a bit. They ran one recently, in the issue for the week of January 7, 2009, titled "Marked Women" about local domestic violence victims and the new unit created in the Baltimore City Police Department which will help serve domestic violence victims and catch and prosecute the abusers better.
Also, they run some regular comic strips (but unfortunately, the paper retired Perry Bible Fellowship), including one called Lulu Eightball by Emily Flake, which ran this timely comic gem last week (week of 1/7/09 issue), which I think I will use to help me end this blog entry:
Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day (God bless that man). And yay for less than a day of George W. Bush left.
The inauguration (see? told you the comic would help me end this entry, and it is) is tomorrow, no, I suppose it's today as it's past 12:30 am now.
You can disregard the following if you don't go to school with me, but it is about the inauguration.
My fellow G-burg students, I would like to invite you to come watch the inauguration with me
That's all, folks.
Oh, NO, I didn't!! >_o
(Obviously, I am tired and starting to fall into lunacy. "Curiouser and curiouser." 'Night.)