Pieces I’ve enjoyed reading in the last few days:
The Nation’s Michelle Goldberg on when liberal-driven political correctness goes wrong
The New Yorker’s Jay Caspian Kang on the legitimate mindset driving Suey Park to spearhead such an unhelpful “campaign”
To my ears, “ching chong” is less a slur than it is a confirmation that the person using it as one is as basic as dirt. People say “ching chong” when they want to make fun of Chinese—meaning any kind of Asian—people but don’t want to take even the second of effort to come up with something more specific. The last time “ching chong” was a big deal in mainstream culture, I think, was when Shaquille O’Neal spoke to Yao Ming through a beat reporter and said, “Tell him Shaq says ‘Ching chong yang, wah, ah soh.’” Since Shaq on his best day is as good a critical thinker as a sack of flour, it’s not too hard to see why he’d use it. When people got offended, even Yao said—for whatever reason, but let’s take him at face value—that Shaq was just being Shaq.
So this is just Colbert—a parody of a right-wing idiot—being Colbert. Sure, it’s funny and I laughed. On the other hand, it’s hard to imagine the form this joke would’ve taken were he making it about any other race, and there’s something to be said about defaulting toward Asian people for jokes like these. My own experience growing up in a diverse environment with friends of all colors and creeds taught me that tolerance is most effectively created when people feel comfortable making these kinds of jokes around each other. But it’s undoubtedly difficult to replicate that small-scale intimacy on a national level, and unfortunately I’ve had the recent experience of knowing that not everyone is completely in on the joke when it comes to acknowledging stereotypes and the sensitive ways in which race separates us in 2014. On the other hand, we don’t know how much of Colbert’s audience is made up of that demographic. But at which point is careful too careful?
No Exit (Coktel Vision/Tomahawk - Amiga - 1990)
there was a mood in the Coktel Vision offices to call the sequel “L’Étranger” instead of “No Exit II” but cooler heads prevailed
This is a sick game, it really adheres to Sartre’s vision
(Source: nostalgia64, via jordansargent)
The only things that interest me in the US are Tupac Shakur, Allen Ginsberg, and Jackson Pollock. I don’t need a visa to access their work. I lose nothing. — Vladislav Surkov, top aide to Putin