A man said this to me the other day, with absolutely no provocation.
I’ve been spoiling for a fight ever since. Normally I can ignore the “Ni hao” and the “Can you speak Asian?” (I’m sorry, no, but do you speak Caucasian?) and the times my best friend’s boyfriend would call me flat-chested and say “I smell spring rolls— oh wait no, it’s just Cass here.”
Rolling with my friends’ ethnic jokes? I can do that. Sometimes. But right now I’m fighting a sugar hangover and hating on the heteronormative paradigm, and there’s too much cranky in my system to play nice. The next bigot who incorrectly assumes I’m an international student, and therefore easy prey, will find me getting ghetto Asian gangster on their ass. And then I’ll correct their grammar.
- vegan cooks
- male knitters
- tarantella dancers
Imagine the parties we could have!
It sort of worked both ways. Not only did blog rock become mainstream chart fodder, but mainstream chart fodder became the subject of hipster blogs.
It’s not generally a bad thing, it seems that music is being judged more on its merits rather than its genre. Mainstream pop isn’t being shut out of serious music discussion, and some quite obscure indie is making it onto the charts.” —Commentor on Heartbreak No. 3: The Blogosphere As The New Status Quo [Idolator]. Social media platforms, label wars and hipster ‘tude; I am liking this post.
- rain on hot sidewalks
- warm newsprint
- baking (also: cinnamon toast)
- night air, after the alcoholic stickiness of gig venues
- sunburnt skin layered with sweat and sun-lotion and the sea
1. Founded a student paper
2. Resigned from a student paper
3. Featured in a national paper
4. Founded another student paper
5. Topped my writing course
6. Was asked to contribute to next year’s Scope (media department) magazine
7. Scored an internship
8. Went on three roadtrips
9. Lost friends, made new friends, lost them again
10. Got two things wrong, but one thing right.
pretty modest as lists go, but it was a bit of an emotional trainwreck of a year so I’ll excuse the lack of awesomeness in myself. counting the number of gigs I went to, now there’s another challenge.
So, what about one place that has everything… Where you can get your opinion-eds with your fashion fix, and both will be worthwhile, intelligent and provocative, and brought to you by emerging Australian writers. A place where editorial content isn’t governed by high paying advertisers, where refinement of thought and sophistication of expression is encouraged and where you can spend hours relishing articles that you will actually remember and take heart in.
It is time to wade out of the mindless, boring and manipulated editorial you are unwittingly swamped in, and make education an everyday thing.” —Trespass Magazine: “smart gloss”. Recently launched and billed as a new intellectual pop culture site. It was recommended to me by a fellow student media hack whose judgement I usually trust, but I’ll wait for more content before I hold forth on it.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.” —W.B. Yeats
My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. That is the one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.