Showing posts with label 2011. Show all posts
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Monday, July 23, 2012

12.18.2011: IF I WAS


There have certainly been a shit ton of great rebuttals to Gene Marks' Forbes.com article, "If I Was A Poor Black Kid" (The full text can be found after the cut if you haven't read it; this dude gets money for hits, and yeah, fuck that.), including Becky Sharper's "Uncle Whitey Explains it All," Ta-Nehisi Coates' "A Muscular Empathy," Kelly Virella's "If I Were The Middle Class White Guy Gene Marks," and DNLee's "If I were a wealthy white suburbanite." While these articles, especially in unison, are a solid amassing of my personal sentiment towards Marks' incredibly insightful and never-before-thought-of solution to class discrimination and racism, there are a few issues I have with his article that haven't really come up.


First of all, if you haven't read it, this guy is the poster child for rich, white privilege and not understanding why there aren't more people of color who are rich, privileged and blogging for Forbes like him. Poor kids just, like, need to work harder, duh. If he was poor, he wouldn't care if he was..poor..or went to one of the worst schools in America (or didn't have food on the table or had to work a shit job to support his family or had parents who, for whatever reason, couldn't always be there for him, simultaneously making sure he works hard and cheering him on); he would just work hard and everything would be super. Also, he would Google n shit. On his computer. With internet. If he wanted to go to a better school, he would just show up to this school (that he Googled), and upon finally receiving a candidate that makes them look like proponents of diversity, the admissions committee would give him a free ride. Then he's set 4life, cuz yknow, when you show up looking like a poor kid (or just not wearing YSL and not fucking starving yourself), your peers think you're super cool and never mock you. But still, if that happened, he would just continue to work hard; success that he may have never actually seen someone achieve is all that matters to his somehow superhuman teenage self. Oh yeah, also, computers.


I mean this sort of thinking is really nothing new, right? Yeah, yeah, poor people just need to work hard. If this was true, my Mexican grandmother who cleaned houses and took care of other people's children for a living would be the head of the motherfucking Illuminati. Poor people work just as hard as (if not usually harder than, depending on various circumstances) rich people, but yknow, that's also a ridiculous generalization. Some poor people don't like working. Some poor people aren't the brightest. As it turns out, the same rules that apply to the personality types and IQ of rich people apply to those of poor people. People are just people, and very few people are magical enough to completely alter the seemingly clear course of their lives. I mean shit, if your life really has been a struggle since the day you were born, maybe you're a little depressed, right? But you're probably not going to get to a therapist at 10, and if you continue to be poor throughout your life, you're probably not going to get the medication that could actually help you. Cord Jefferson tells a heart-breaking story about a kid who would go apeshit in class so he could be sent home to prevent his mother from working as a prostitute. Obviously that's an extreme, but if you can't understand how working harder isn't a solution to a lot of the issues facing poor children, let alone poor humans, your as stupid as Marks keeps on calling his children.


Clearly, this article contains a lot of false truths and holes in the understanding of being human, let alone being poor, but what really burns my biscuits is a paragraph towards the end:

Because a poor black kid who gets good grades, has a part time job and becomes proficient with a technical skill will go to college. There is financial aid available. There are programs available. And no matter what he or she majors in that person will have opportunities. They will find jobs in a country of business owners like me who are starved for smart, skilled people. They will succeed.

... Exsqueeze me? Australia just read that and was like "WTF, mate?" This Gene Marks character wants the brightest of the brightest, kids so focused and smart and excited about learning that they were able to rise above insane difficulties in their lives and end up at the same universities as those "future heads of state" types, to become proficient at a technical skill and proceed to work for assholes like him, who will not only surely talk down to them, but also write like they're 2nd graders? (Srsly though, someone telling a group of people they need to work harder and go to school when he writes like Marks would be totally lulzable were the message not so disconcerting.) Is one of those technical skills not being a dumbass? Is Marks confusing Harvard with ITT Tech? Or, more disturbingly, does he actually believe that either (a) the best a poor person can do, despite almost superhuman focus and incredible intelligence, is work for someone else or (b) the only thing poor children dream of (or should dream of) is finally attaining admittance into the (ever-fading) middle class? At best, this is one step above Gingrich's janitor plan. At worst, this is some crazy ass racist and classist shit.


(I hate this phrase but) Especially in this economy, it is incredibly irresponsible of Marks to try to tell whoever the fuck he thinks he's talking to that the sure bet to money is higher education. This may come as a surprise, but free money to go to school is hard to get. Even with a decent amount of resources and the magic of the Google, it can be hard to find and really time-consuming to apply for. If this black kid (Pardon - black, male kid; if Marks is trying to talk about both sexes, especially in the tech world, there is a whole other list of obstacles to surmount that need to be discussed) has a part-time job while going to school, where he is excelling, and managing to gain some sort of technical proficiency somewhere along the line, how the fuck is he going to have extra time to apply to scholarships? Most don't cover everything, so I'm assuming this unicorn child is going to have to apply for a few and get them all. Only then will he not graduate with a significant amount of debt, which likely won't be covered by the likely exploitative job Marks has set up for him. Across the board, schools are more expensive than they've ever been and my generation is going to be "the first to not surpass the living standards of [our] parents' generation." Yeah, that time your mom or dad made you feel like the one in the family who "doesn't work hard enough" cause you work a shitty retail job and have no money despite having a degree from NYU, that's bullshit. So I'm pretty sure that makes it bullshit cubed coming from a rich, white dude to poor, black children.


But that whole last paragraph was a digression from my main point: just as poor people are people, too, poor people have dreams beyond the now quite ridiculous notion of social mobility, too. If Marks is actually concerned with improving the disparities he claims to be aware of and so fucking into education, why isn't he talking about this black kid getting his MA, his PhD, his teaching certification, and going back to his community to help out future poor, black kids (or to teach them how to use Google Scholar)? Why is he limiting the options of this group of kids he's purportedly trying to help? ...to work for him. Can these kids not find their calling on their own, based on what they love? Last I checked, people don't succeed and excel due to the dream of a boring tech job. Steve Jobs may have been good with computers, but I'm pretty sure that's not what made him Steve Fucking Jobs (Little known fact: That's his actual real name). Louis CK believes that the underdog can be the next Steve Jobs. Why can't you, Gene Marks?

All images from www.ifiwasapoorblackkid.com.

12.02.2011: COASTING GOES TO SPACE, AND IT’S, LIKE, TOTALLY AWESOME


While Coasting is comprised of Fiona Campbell and Madison Farmer, currently residing in Portland, Oregon and Memphis, Tennessee, respectively, this hilarious and amazing video is from LA native and current resident, Sarah Manuwal. Fresh out of CalArts’ Experimental Animation graduate program, Manuwal utilized the video for Portland, a song very much about place, with lyrics like “Won’t you stay” and “Where should we go,” to create the poster-universe for my generation.

In the video, Campbell and Farmer, as their clay-mationed counterparts, are just chillin in a bedroom pretty much perfect for a fashionable lady raver gnome (I WILL make this a meme!), drinkin beer and listenin to records. They put on their record and are instantly transported to probably the best performance of their lives on a sparkly crystal planet with pizza back up singers that put the California Raisins to shame with their frosted lip glamour. They leave Earth on their matching (duh, BFFs always match) skateboards to travel through space, where hot dogs and cheezburgers can be has’d as they rain down like comets …and Laura Palmer IS ALIVE, driving around in a sweet red convertible. (Perhaps this is how the red room exists in outer space? Maybe she isn’t truly free?! Oh no.) Anyway, she meets up with Coasting and gives them crowns that match hers! Now they’re all BFFs/beauty queens! Best space adventure ever.

Article originally published on the TENOVERSIX blog.

09.17.2011: ANOTHER LOS ANGELES

So not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve always felt that LA looks best when it’s overcast. Maybe it’s my inner Shirley Manson, maybe it’s my propensity for muted tones, maybe it’s that I really love layering, but there’s just something about a grey sky and flat lighting that pulls the landscape of this sprawled out, architecturally incohesive city together for me. And, well, apparently I’m not the only one.

David Ash’s latest collection of photos, Another Place, depicts a Los Angeles that is a far cry from its stereotypical representations – yknow, blondes, palm trees, sunshine – to focus on a side of this city simultaneously familiar to its locals and completely alien. In Ash’s LA, there is little to no movement besides fog rolling through the streets, though all of these images are taken a little too East for this to actually happen. The only cars are parked, and there are absolutely no people. It doesn’t even seem that there has been recent human activity; there is hardly any trash, even in the images taken of Downtown. Ok I just noticed a couple of flyers beneath a truck’s windshield wipers, so this world is not quite the first week in a Life After People episode, but it’s close.


One of the images that’s gotten the most “WTF?”s has been an almost surreal image of the Hollywood Reservoir. Not only does it look like a (natural) lake nestled in lush, green mountains amongst images of a cold, desolate city, but it’s taken from an angle that not even those who see this tiny body of water in the Hollywood Hills on a daily basis are familiar with – it seems to be taken from the reservoir itself. The only clue that gives away its location is a tiny Hollywood sign peaking through the thick layers of clouds. And the light bulb goes off.


Each of the prints are from editions of 7. They are $2,100 unframed and $2,500 framed. Another Place will be on display at TENOVERSIX until late December 2011.

Article originally published on the TENOVERSIX blog.

RELEVANT CAT OF THE WEEK FOR 07.20.2011: GLAMOUR GIRL


GG was going on a joy ride in her horse and buggy around the sweet twisted gas ribbon a the center of the Milky Way in her best Shirley Manson wig with the singing robot (I'm Only Happy When it Rains, duh) who looks frighteningly similar to a male masturbatory tool (He's a nice guy, but she tries not to look at him...) to celebrate Garbage's new album when she's suddenly all like "OH SHIT, COPPERS!" She's pretty sure that they're only after her cause of littering; she did, after all, steal all of the documents Aaron Swartz downloaded from JSTOR and actually released them to the public, even for those without computers (She's got pretty radical politics for a kitten), but she freaks out and throws away what's left of her Charlie Sheen anyway, just to be safe. Unfortunately, while she's looking back at the flashing police lights, she catches a glimpse the UFOs that were over London a few days ago carrying Atlantis back home in its coffin. (Btdubs, if you had to click that link, you're not allowed back on this page.) She sheds a few, solemn tears (can't get too sad; she's happy when it's complicated), because she always thought she'd be going up to Mars and chillaxin with some aliens via an American Space Shuttle, and she's, like, REALLY bad at Russian. But it's cool; she's got an entire package of bath salts to hold her over. Party time. BAM, RELEVANCE.

04.21.2011: K-KERRY KERRY TR RY TRIBE’S CRITICAL MASS

Kerry Tribe's pieces tend to be sort of like a bunch of really enthralling academic essay about rad, obscure historical figures. She's both a story teller and a disseminator of a ton of meticulously researched information, but instead of reading these essays, the audience experiences them, generally via video, sound, and installation. This feeling carried over into her latest performance, Critical Mass, a live restaging of Hollis Frampton's 1971 film of the same name, at The Hammer on April 7.



Frampton expanded a few minutes of footage into a 25 minute film via sound and video editing. Kerry Tribe used actors with commendable memorization skills to perfectly reenact the audio, along with the expected motions of a couple's fight that will never be won by either side. Though this seems like it might be incredibly frustrating to watch, certain repetitions seem to emphasize the actors' points, while others repeat the ridiculousness of this fight (both the fight itself and the phrases that date the original piece - "far out" and "hippie colony" were two stand outs). Pretty much everyone in the audience cracked up at least once. In fact, the few points at which the fight is allowed to continue uninterrupted by the editor's hand, while they give the audience more information as to what is potentially going on, were sort of, well, boring; the stutters and repetition actually added a certain amount of raw emotion and frustration that feels very real in the situation being staged....Sound like something you're bummed to have missed? Well, you're in luck! Tribe will be restaging her restaging at LAXART on April 22 at 7 pm.

Article originally published on the TENOVERSIX blog.

01.14.2011: LOUISE BOURGEOIS’ LONELY IRONY IN 2D


Louise Bourgeois is best known for her sculpture, particularly the large, spider structures based on her mother. She was a woman in her 70s, 80s and 90s still working out her mommy and (mostly) daddy issues, and this raw, confused emotion showed in everything from her titles to the details of her installations. These works were balanced out by her more sexual pieces, oftentimes depicting blatant sexual acts and sexual organs (both singularly and en masse). There is also, of course, the famous photograph by Robert Mapplethorpe of Bourgeois in a fur coat laughing while holding a sculpture of a very large penis. It is with a similar frailty and humor that she created engravings for He Disappeared into Complete Silence, which is not actually on view anywhere at the moment but I just purchased and am SO pumped on. Each simple, geometric image comes with a short story or description, such as “Once a man was telling a story, it was a very good story too, and it made him very happy, but he told it so fast that nobody understood it.” Originally created in 1947, the beautiful, simplistic delivery of irony and loneliness still makes for a chuckle and singular tear.

Article originally published on the TENOVERSIX blog.