honestly my favorite new phenomenon is the haiku bot coming in at the end of super serious posts. it’s like watching a supervillain come to a crushing defeat and then getting run over by a roomba.
The haikubot does not detect actual haiku. The artistry of haiku is that every line contains a thought or image that can be separated and still understood with the poem as a whole coming together to form a bigger idea or image.
The haikubot just detects sentences of 5-7-5 syllables and calls it a day. It’s an insult to the art form. Reading an actual haiku can be a spiritual experience.
You sound like a damn elitist bastard from the school of snobbery
you sound like a damn elitist bastard from the school of snobbery
^Haiku^bot^8. I detect haikus with 5-7-5 format. Sometimes I make mistakes.
last week i saw some article on buzzfeed or or the cut or wherever describing the new phrase “body-neutrality” by which they mean roughly the same thing that i call “weaponized ugliness” or my other tag “existing as revolutionary praxis”. body positivity is well-meaning but not for everyone and sometimes harmful.
i have a body, it has a certain shape and function, it has certain colors and marks and scars and curves and angles and sexy parts and unsexy parts. i don’t need to love it and i don’t have to hate it. i’m allowed to just have it be there, a tool for my use and an essential part of my humanity. i can be ugly or pretty, that’s irrelevant to my right to decent medical care and clothes that fit and respect from strangers. i can be any shape or size or color or gender and still deserve those rights.
telling me to love my body is still policing my energy and my thoughts and my spending habits and my self respect. instead tell me i’m allowed to feel however i want about my body. give me bodily autonomy. body neutrality means let me decide what i need or want to do with the skin i’m in.
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