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Link: Not Worth It: Huge majority regret war in Iraq, exclusive poll shows


A divided nation finally agrees on something overwhelmingly: the war in Iraq was simply not worth fighting.

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Ever since I moved out of the USA I don’t really care what I eat. Mind you, I don’t drink soda, nor do I drink excessively or eat tons of junk food. I barely eat any junk food at all, actually. However, there’s plenty of pizza in Buenos Aires. It’s a great place to just pack on the carbs. The city has a lot of Italian heritage and it reminds me of how Los Angeles is permeated with Mexican culture everywhere (though that’s a different topic, since LA was once indeed a part of MX….). There are a lot of sweets, and I’ve developed a slight sweet tooth here.

I don’t know how much of the food here is genetically modified, but I know it’s far less genetically modified than in the states. I noticed this during my first month here, when I would buy a lot of groceries and they would rot a lot faster than I’m accustomed to. In the USA, it’s typically for a family that is economically able to, to buy enough food for a week or even two at a time. It’s common to expect produce to last a bit, maybe an entire week. I once bought lettuce in Mississippi that lasted about two weeks without showing any signs of rotting (it wasn’t organic, I was rarely able to afford to organic food in Mississippi). Here, I remember things would start rotting on the third day. Cheese here doesn’t last as long, and restaurants serve smaller portions.

The pizza here tastes homemade, as do many of the sweets, such as alfajores. Milk here is sold is small one litre cartons and the taste begins to change in about 3-4 days once you open it and put it in the fridge. This is why I now only use powdered milk. And speaking of milk, at about the age of 22 I stopped be able to drink milk in the USA. I won’t describe the reasons why (use your imagination, folks!) but my body would just see the gallons of milk and scream NO! In Argentina, I’ve been able to down submarinos, and have once again enjoyed the joy of lattes, adding some milk to espressos, and making hot chocolate with fresh milk. Is it because the milk here isn’t treated with hormones? 

In my neighbourhood, which is considered middle to upper middle class, there are few obese people. In working classes neighbourhoods, there are a bit more, but not like in the USA. Is it because of choices?

I walk a lot more here. I walk to the bus stop, the metro station, the grocery store. I walk everywhere. The city of Buenos Aires even has health events in random spots all over the city, and when you eat at a restaurant, something about the food feels different (besides the smaller portions). 

I write about this because in the USA, people are busy fat-shaming others instead of working to make systemic changes to the food choices people in the working class have to make regarding what they put into their bodies. I grew up in a weight conscious family, and if I gained a few pounds I was always quickly berated by someone in my family. We were privileged enough so I could make healthy food choices, and I never had an excuse to eat off the dollar menu because “there are rice and beans in the house, and go make yourself a salad if you’re hungry.” After living in Mississippi, where I met white people who made less money than I did (for the first time in my life) I realized that the time spent on fat-shaming others is better spent on contacting legislators and calling out Monsanto. Not only that, fat-shaming has detrimental effects on women and children, who are expected to fulfill exaggerated beauty ideals, but who are often not provided with safe spaces in which to exercise, who are subject to harassment in streets and gyms, or who aren’t economically independent enough to pay for expensive gym memberships or to live in areas safe enough in which to ride a bicycle, walk, or run without fearing for their lives.

As for food choices in the South, I was always a strict vegetarian. I didn’t care about the weird looks. It was my choice to make. Some people didn’t have it, and that was their deal. I’m lucky to be here, for all the crap people like to talk about Latin America, Buenos Aires is quite safe enough to make healthy choices. It’s common to just cook with friends instead of eating out, and you end up exercising here whether you choose to or not.

Link: Is it You or Is it Racist? The Insidious Impact of Microaggressions on Mental Health


http://psychologybenefits.org/2013/07/31/is-it-you-or-is-it-racist-the-insidious-impact-of-microaggressions-on-mental-health/

White privilege means you don’t need to constantly read things like this to 1. take some or all of the advice given there 2. to feel like you’re not alone 3. to feel a bit more sane. Though the person who dealt with the microaggression in this article in question is African-American, I KNOW all other POC/minorities can relate. Even outside the USA, I need articles like this at times. 

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What does the NPIC do with our data?

I haven’t been involved in the immigrants rights movement—-or any movement—since I left the USA, except a few art collaborations upon invitation, a few e-mail exchanges here and there, and a few petitions I’ve signed (normally for END cases, Bring Them Home, DACA expansion, etc). 

I will confess that I’m one of those people who has a “petition e-mail” because so many organizations abuse the power of data and I’ve had bad experiences with having too many e-mails from some of them. Having worked in the NPIC I’ve seen how data is important to keep the Non-Profit Industrial Complex running smoothly. Granted, not every org in the NPIC is terrible, but over the years I’ve noticed how many are becoming the opposite of what they say they are, and instead they become tools to silence people who are directly affected. (If you aren’t one of *those* orgs please don’t feel offended by my comment and keep being awesome).

Data helps organizations get grants, outreach, find volunteers and possibly run voter registration campaigns. All of these are good intentions, and I won’t get into my mixed feelings about them for now. 

I’ve noticed how many petitions nowadays not only want your full name and e-mail (totally normal), but others want your cell phone number so they can send you texts, full home address, etc. I understand that for certain petitions having to do with policy, a zip code may be necessary to prove that residents from a certain district support something. This can be useful for lobbyists, people in deportation proceedings, etc. So I don’t freak out when I’m asked to provide my zip code because I’ve used this information first-hand while lobbying in the past. I can attest that it isn’t very invasive, but very handy.

I am; however, against the practice of asking for people’s numbers and home addresses. It’s become so common to demand this information that I’m sure many petition signers don’t even notice it. Many people rarely sign petitions at all. But for those who feel strongly about a lot of issues; or who can only speak out from online platforms (such as myself, because of distance, or for other reasons), this is a huge invasion of privacy.

I won’t name the organizations that engage in this practice, but I find it alarming that so many people feel entitled to have stranger’s information on hand after just a click of a mouse. What happens to this information? What are the IT measures that protect this information to keep it safe? As I said, it’s understandable that organizations and causes need some info about those who support an issue (name, e-mail, zip code), but an address? A phone number? How can people be sure that our number or address won’t end up in the wrong hands? At the very least adding this information should be optional, but more and more petition platforms are making it mandatory. 

I also imagine that many online petition platforms request this info, and perhaps this isn’t the choice of the non-profit. I encourage the NPIC to look into the motives of petition web sites who you require users to get this information from petition signers. What are their motives? Who is the CEO? Who runs their Board? What if the values of a petition platform are contrary to yours? Can you switch to a less invasive platform? 

Organizations who are designated as non-profits usually pay no taxes, and constituencies have a right to know what is happening with our personal information and why it’s even required to begin with. 

:::::::this was a totally random thought::::::::

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the world needs people who do what they do because they love it. 

that being said, you may have to build things with a hammer all day,
or baby sit a child.
it doesn’t make you into less of a poet, musician or friend.
you may build the roofs that keep us from getting wet in the rain
or pick the grapes i just ate five minutes ago
the simple act of tending to creation 
makes you no less of an artist
you may clench your teeth
while hauling bails of cotton on your back
the words you yell at the top of your spiritual lungs
the songs you sing as you yearn for freedom don’t make you 
less of a human.

though hipsters think that only 
their computers and apps are worth their labor
as they take over your homes
hire you to tend to the weeds in their garden
while they sit back with their cup of coffee
and you burn your coffee-coloured skin
it is you who keeps the world turning
in the midst of this
neo-colonialist madness

though your time may be worth little to 
those who break your back
plot to melt your brain and
break your spirit
the rains of the earth are tearing up for
the home(s) you left behind

the world may say you need to take 
pictures of the hills of patagonia to be an adventurer
and you need to have a reality tv show to 
afford to dream
but nothing is a bigger dream than changing 
the world one grain of sand at a time
it is because of your sweat that 
flowers bloom
children grow
and artists paint

the world may try to teach you to sing only sad songs
to cry only sad tears
and it may spend centuries teaching you
that the blood in your veins isn’t red
others may think they’ve got the world wrapped around
their finger
as they extract diamonds from your mines
but the truth is the world doesn’t turn without you
and you can make it stop or turn around,
whenever you wish.
for without you their gardens burn
and leave only worthless ashes behind.

9 June 2013 

I, Ingrid Cruz, wrote this 5 minutes ago. So if you steal it I *will* know. but reblogging or republishing and citing me is a-ok ;)