Wait, so the character that Benedict Cumbersnatch plays in Star Trek is supposed to be of North Indian ancestry and was originally played by a Mexican actor? Just when I think I could not hate J.J. Abrams anymore than I already do.
Summer is finally here and I could not be more excited. I am the best version of myself when it’s summertime, planning weekend adventures with my man and wearing dresses and riding my bike and growing basil and eating fruit and drinking iced coffee and running in the park and watching tv on the couch with the windows open and hiking up mountains and making reading lists and having patio drinks with friends and falling asleep to the whir of the fan and generally feeling light and happy and hopeful.
The first immigrants to Europe arrived thousands of years ago from central Asia. Most pre-contact Europeans lived together in small villages. Because the continent was very crowded, their lives were ruled by strict hierarchies within the family and outside it to control resources. Europe was highly multi-ethnic, and most tribes were ruled by hereditary leaders who commanded the majority “commoners.” These groups were engaged in near constant warfare.
Pre-contact Europeans wore clothing made of natural materials such as animal skin and plant and animal-based textiles. Women wore long dresses and covered their hair, and men wore tunics and leggings. Both men and women liked to wear jewelry made from precious stones and metals as a sign of status. Before contact, Europeans had very poor diets. Most people were farmers and grew wheat and vegetables and raised cows and sheep to eat. They rarely washed themselves, and had many diseases because they often let their animals live with them.
Religion infused every part of Europeans’ lives. Europeans believed in one supreme deity, a father figure, who they believed was made of three parts, and they particularly worshiped the deity’s son. They claimed that their god had given humans domination over the earth. They built elaborate temples to him and performed ceremonies in which they ate crackers and drank wine and believed it was the body and blood of their god, who would provide them with entrance into a wondrous afterlife called heaven when they died. Many wars were fought over disagreements about the details of this religion, each group believing their interpretation was the right one that should be spread across the land."
“Ethnic” whites are still white. White Jews are still white. So are white muslims. White privilege is white privilege is white privilege. You can experience anti-Semitism or xenophobia or religious persecution and still be white. Remember intersectionality? You can be a non-American, but if you read as white to Americans, congratulations, you have white privilege. If you come from a country where you perceive race differently than in the US, or you are considered an ethnic minority there, or you don’t personally ID as “white,” that doesn’t change the privileges that come with how you are perceived in the U.S. Like it or not, you are excluded from or consumed into whiteness based on things that have little to do with your own personal racial identification or cultural heritage. That’s how whiteness operates. It consolidates its power by stretching to contain as many disparate people as possible, to make itself a false majority, and then it makes membership so attractive and otherness so abhorrant that the power structure upholds itself.
This is beer brewed at Wynkoop from Kurt Vonnegut’s grandfather’s recipe, you guys. Years ago KV gave the recipe to John Hickenlooper (as if I couldn’t love our geologist-turned-beer-man-turned-mayor-turned-governor anymore than I already do), and Wynkoop has brewed it only twice before. Named “Kurt’s Mile High Malt,” it’s a lager infused with coffee and Kurt actually references it in Timequake. And it’s really, really good. Wynkoop was also giving away these rad posters of the original the beer label for free.
All of the snow and dreary cold of late have rendered me so fed up with Colorado, but then this city went and reminded me why I love it so damn much.
I saw him do this bit in person! Love u Louie.