Sep. 12th, 2006
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Sep. 12th, 2006 05:11 pmTo the people telling me to get over it:
Fuck you, you're not my friends.
To the people who think that an appropriate response to this anniversary is baking cakes with little planes flying into them:
Fuck you, you're assholes.
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that_dang_otter who posted this in happy-cake-making themonkeybear's journal in response to what I had posted:
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Hmm, it seems that the tragi-pix posted in response to your cake are deleted. Too bad - or perhaps just as well - because I wanted to give him a piece of my mind.
In short: your cake made my day. The tragi-pix, in contrast, were redundant, sanctimonious, unwelcome, and distressing. Whoever it was that posted them, I think he's a royal jerk.
I'm reminded of an art object that a friend of my aunt's made shortly after the event. It was a tourist-kitsch clock in the shape of an apple, with the New York skyline in the background. On the end of the second and minute hands there were little airplanes, flying round and round. It looked very convincingly like a pre-911 work, something with enough plausible deniability that you wondered if it was just a coincidence... I thought it was a brilliant take on how innocence can be made sinister.
The cake is sort of the opposite. The sinister made innocent again. It's a process that catches my eye wherever it occurs - say with pirates, or vikings, who are for some reason forgiven for all the unspeakably horrible things they did and are now used for marketing products to children.
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This is my response, because I assume it will be deleted:
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It was me who posted them, you selfish, self-centered, dismissive piece-of-shit jerk.
Have at it. Haven't we been through this once before?
I'm so glad that you're so highly-evolved as to find this redundant, unwelcome. and distressing. Because that's exactly what it is, as much as it seems to make you feel superior to be able to warp it into ironic kitsch.
Just another situation where your privilege and entitlement and insularity is being nipped at the heels by reality and you just can't seem to kick it to the curb along with all the other non-Tony-serving annoyances of the real world.
The sinister made innocent. How *clever*. How *individual*.
Fuck off. Real people with lives far more real than yours have suffered and died because of this.
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There. Stake in the ground.
I am appalled at what I've seen in the last two days. People who I thought of as reasonably intelligent and reasonably sensitive posting such offensive shit.
I'm really at a loss as to what to make of all this. I tried backing away but I couldn't. I don't normally feel this strongly about things, and when I do I trust those feelings and it's difficult for me to see them at such odds with people who would rather make it all go away.
Fuck you, you're not my friends.
To the people who think that an appropriate response to this anniversary is baking cakes with little planes flying into them:
Fuck you, you're assholes.
To
that_dang_otter who posted this in happy-cake-making themonkeybear's journal in response to what I had posted:--------------
Hmm, it seems that the tragi-pix posted in response to your cake are deleted. Too bad - or perhaps just as well - because I wanted to give him a piece of my mind.
In short: your cake made my day. The tragi-pix, in contrast, were redundant, sanctimonious, unwelcome, and distressing. Whoever it was that posted them, I think he's a royal jerk.
I'm reminded of an art object that a friend of my aunt's made shortly after the event. It was a tourist-kitsch clock in the shape of an apple, with the New York skyline in the background. On the end of the second and minute hands there were little airplanes, flying round and round. It looked very convincingly like a pre-911 work, something with enough plausible deniability that you wondered if it was just a coincidence... I thought it was a brilliant take on how innocence can be made sinister.
The cake is sort of the opposite. The sinister made innocent again. It's a process that catches my eye wherever it occurs - say with pirates, or vikings, who are for some reason forgiven for all the unspeakably horrible things they did and are now used for marketing products to children.
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This is my response, because I assume it will be deleted:
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It was me who posted them, you selfish, self-centered, dismissive piece-of-shit jerk.
Have at it. Haven't we been through this once before?
I'm so glad that you're so highly-evolved as to find this redundant, unwelcome. and distressing. Because that's exactly what it is, as much as it seems to make you feel superior to be able to warp it into ironic kitsch.
Just another situation where your privilege and entitlement and insularity is being nipped at the heels by reality and you just can't seem to kick it to the curb along with all the other non-Tony-serving annoyances of the real world.
The sinister made innocent. How *clever*. How *individual*.
Fuck off. Real people with lives far more real than yours have suffered and died because of this.
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There. Stake in the ground.
I am appalled at what I've seen in the last two days. People who I thought of as reasonably intelligent and reasonably sensitive posting such offensive shit.
I'm really at a loss as to what to make of all this. I tried backing away but I couldn't. I don't normally feel this strongly about things, and when I do I trust those feelings and it's difficult for me to see them at such odds with people who would rather make it all go away.