You want me to kill her?
If there was a movie with this tagline about a kid having to kill their Bond-Villian-esque mom, I would watch the hell out of that.
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A group portrait of female punk and new wave musicians in London, August 1980, L-R (back) Debbie Harry of Blondie, Viv Albertine of The Slits, Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie And The Banshees, (Front) Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders, Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex, and Pauline Black of The Selecter. (Photo by Michael Putland/Getty Images)
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65 years ago my grandparents were violently driven as children from their birth land and placed into a world of perpetual statelessness and subjugation. I am proud of my heritage, proud to carry on the Palestinian legacy of resistance to white supremacy and colonialism; we will continue to tell the world our stories and we will return one day.
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Capitalism would have us believe that we only deserve to be here because of what we produce, and even in our counter- cultures, even in our movements we reproduce the same idea. We only deserve to be here because of what we can produce that other people will buy with their money, time or attention. Our experience of our own lives is secondary, it is only the means of production, it is the products that matter, and unless we make ourselves into both factories and widgets we are not valuable.
do you ever get into one of those situations where you’re like “I need to stop hating this particular person it’s not going to get me anywhere I’m just going to grow up and move on with my life” but then they do the tiniest thing to piss you off and then you’re like “nope fuck you right off I want to throw you off a bridge”
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