Oh, but it is

Girl. Twenty-something. So West Coast.

Get the word out. Yes, academia is suffering from ‘adjunctivitis’. Or, rather, adjunct faculty members are suffering from a fucked up system of contingency and exploitation in order for universities & colleges to spend money on things universities & colleges shouldn’t be spending money on—climbing walls, grossly inflated salaries of executives & administrators, paying celebrities to speak at commencement. Put your money where your mouth is, higher education. 

And for the goddamn record, no: no one is forcing anyone to take an adjuncting position. But teaching is what I love. It is what I am good at. If I can’t make a living doing it, that’s not an issue with my own choices, but the choices of a educative system that is more interested in the bottom line than in the academic careers of young scholars. 


I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.

Olivia Cole - Lucy: Why I’m Tired of Seeing White People on the Big Screen (via noely-g)

Makes one pause when the truth is all strung together like that.

(via jomcarlson)

Yes, it does. It should. One of the (many) facets of white privilege is that, as a white person, I have the privilege of not noticing this, not noticing that face after face after face on the big screen and in media in general is a white face, not noticing that the faces of people of color are also the faces of the bad guys, the wrong-doers, the token racial/ethnic minority that is sidelined in exchange for big-name, white faces. One of the most important things I can do as a white person trying to acknowledge this privilege and reckon with it in the face of racial discrimination is to pause, see this truth, and know that it has repercussions, know that it’s something that needs to change. 

(Source: whatwhiteswillneverknow, via jomcarlson)


Down Cellar Does :: Desserts

If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that Down Cellar has been up to some tricks again. Although I’ve been knitting a hat or a headband here & there, the move from York to Seattle this January—and the subsequent months of settling into a new home, a new job, a new life—meant a brief hiatus from insane cooking & baking adventures. But as soon as each of my baking pans and sheets and measuring cups and spoons had its place in the new kitchen, I was itching to get back to work, and was honored to be asked to provide the sweets for the wedding of a dear friend’s mother, who married her person after 17 years of being together this weekend at their beautiful home in Redmond, amongst fairy lights, a burbling pond, a fantastic outdoor fireplace, and family & friends—not to mention a whole hill of desserts by Down Cellar. 


I spent the bulk of Friday & Saturday—around 20 hours of baking, all told—beating sugar & butter, trimming miniature pie crusts, decorating several dozen sugar cookies with lemon-honey icing, and generally praying for the curd to set properly on my lemon bars. 


Patrick was an invaluable help, riding all over Fremont and Ballard on his bike to get me “just one more bag of flour,” rushing to the garden to clip 30-odd tiny sprigs of mint, or coming gallantly to the rescue when I realized with utter terror I didn’t have enough lemons for the bars and the icing for the honeycomb sugar cookies. I picked a winner, you guys. 


While there were no fiery disasters this time around, I did manage to ruin 100 sugar cookies at 11:00PM the night before the wedding with a too-thin royal icing that soaked into the cookies and left them soggy & sad. Saturday morning found me scrambling to roll out the replacements, iced just in time to dry a little before loading them into the car for delivery.


Pam was a wonderful bride to collaborate with, the kind that says she likes chocolate and her (now) husband likes lemon, and what can Down Cellar do with those guidelines? This is the best part of catering events, you must know: I could spend hours tooling through baking websites and flipping through my own cookbooks, hunting for just the right idea to make a sweets table come together just right. I proposed four desserts, on top of the cupcakes Pam was ordering from Pink Bella, which looked delicious as well: a lemon bar for the groom, a s’mores brownie for the bride, peach streusel pies for the fruit fanatics, and honeycomb lemon sugar cookies for the kid in all of us—although to be fair, the kid I gave it to while setting up (Hi Parker!) didn’t like it much. A little too much tartness for his toddler taste buds, I suspect. 


The desserts, I gathered, were a success, and the bride & groom—after 17 years of undying love—were so happy it was palpable. But that could have been just the marshmallow layer of the s’mores brownies* sticking to everyone’s fingers. 


Here’s to love, marriage, and doing it better by hand! 


*Pssst…stay tuned for a rundown on how to make these yourself soon, thanks to the request of Corrie, a fellow baker-of-everything good. 


Beyonce at the VMAs: Feminist and Flawless

Okay, Beyonce. You can use my blog name as a hashtag, as long as you’re doing THIS, making feminism accessible to the masses. Boomsies. 

(click through to read)


MTV, you do some dumb things. But this? This is not one of those dumb things. 


What White People REALLY Mean When They Talk About Ferguson

Number 5 (What White People REALLY Mean When They Say Nothing at All) is, I think, one of the more important ones—and this issue of collective white silence is something that many of the white people I do see talking about Ferguson are frustrated with. 

In my opinion, if you are not part of the dialog about the issues dividing not just America, but the entire world, you are part of the problem itself. Racism doesn’t just go away if we refuse to talk about race. 


Most of us have watched as Ferguson’s black community rose up in outrage against the almost all-white police department, demanding justice and accountability. Our disbelief and heartache turned to collective anger and fear as the response to the protests became more militarized, with the deployment of police dogs, riot gear, tear gas and rubber bullets. And we’ve started speaking out in opposition to these developments, all of which have the hallmarks of being rooted in systemic, institutionalized racism.

Yet some people, especially some white people, have not yet become engaged. Perhaps they don’t know what to say or how to say it or are concerned about backlash from other white people. This is understandable but not acceptable when the continuation of white silence and inaction means the oppression and death of black people.

So let’s talk about an active role for white people in the fight against racism, because racism burdens all of us and is destroying our communities. White people have a role in undoing racism because white people created and, for the most part, currently maintain (whether they want to or not) the racist system that benefits white people to the detriment of people of color.

—From this article at the Root. I’m pretty sure I posted this article like two days ago, but this quote bears reading & re-reading. 


When The Media Treats White Suspects And Killers Better Than Black Victims

If this doesn’t demonstrate that there is a problem with race in America, I don’t know what does. 


Patrick found this man, Belton Sutherland, while tooling around Youtube today, and has been sending me links to songs this morning. 

There’s so much soul in even just the first few seconds that you can already tell it’s going to blow any music created today out of the damn water. 


The Last Words Of Michael Brown & 8 Other Black Men Killed By Law Enforcement

I don’t have a gun, stop shooting. 

Mom, I’m going to college. 

I can’t breathe. 

Why did you shoot me? 

Please don’t let me die. 

You shot me. You shot me!