Brittany Simon

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i have been saying this. hearing some of the things the folks in my parents’ generation have to say about this is so disturbing. they truly see us as separate and somehow “better”…. like our “hardworking” nature and piles of degrees and living in the “right” neighborhood some how protects us from state sanctioned violence.

(via atane)


Most people give the homeless change or leftovers, Mark Bustos is cutting their hair

For the past few months, New York City hairstylist Mark Bustos — who normally spends his days working at an upscale salon — has been volunteering on his days off to offer haircuts to homeless people he sees on the street. With a simple phrase, “I want to do something nice for you today,” he has been helping people get a fresh, uplifting makeover.

For people who have been trapped in a cycle of poverty, unemployment and homelessness, the makeover can also serve a useful function: looking presentable for a job.

Inspiring thanks he received from one man | Follow micdotcom

I just began crying. This is beautiful.








"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

I remember sitting on the floor in Geoff’s apartment in 2010 and listening to him describe this gas chamber exercise. He was terrified. Geoff was training to be a jet pilot and was struggling. He was depressed and suicidal. The most vivid thing I remember from that conversation was the look of sheer horror on his face as he described how this experience was likely going to be for him. He ruminated over whether he should listen to the older officers and try to hold his breath or if he should just go in and breathe as deep as possible to see if maybe he could sate that monster within him. I held his hand as he outlined the things tear gas does to human bodies. As I listened to phrases like ‘inflamed esophageal lining’ and ‘temporary blindness’, distracted by wave after wave of riot and war imagery floating through my field of vision, imagining the pain those people were enduring for their causes.

That summer taught me a lot about the American military.


"I have had friends bear witness to white people at a rally for Mike Brown in LA this past Sunday co-opt and erase antiblackness and lead chants of “We are all Mike Brown” when they will never be Mike Brown." via owning-my-truth

That is how white supremacy works. The misdirection…

We all bleed red, but only some of us are people of color, identify as queer, are women and/or considered second-class citizens. Help by educating yourself and others. Celebrate our differences while embracing each other. Read the whole post above, it’s eye-opening.


don’t forget about this

(via missbonniebunny)

Asker Anonymous Asks:
did you know that the song Respect by Aretha Franklin was originally writen by singer songwriter Odis Redding. in his vision of the song he is actually giving his lover permission to cheat on him. as long as he is not home when she does it the original lyrics are Do me wrong, honey if you wannaYou can do me wrong, honey while I am goneBut all I'm asking forIs for a little respect when I come home
brittanysimon brittanysimon Said:

Interesting. I did not know that.

Asker Anonymous Asks:
did you know football is not a useless. sport. contrary to popular belief football is not about just being a jock. and requires knowledge of mathematics. also MMA is much different then other sports where in boxers have many bad injuries. MMA doesn't because MMA is very regulated. also the human body is very resilient and can take much damage cont
brittanysimon brittanysimon Said:

People can do what they want. I’ll never understand the need to hit someone, ram into someone and then live with myself if I actually hurt them. And for what? A game? Money? Sure, it takes skills, but so what? So do sports that don’t involve hurting your competition.

Like I said, there’s a difference with instilling skills in our children without instilling this need to hurt to win.

Thanks for your comment.
Have a good day.

Asker Anonymous Asks:
did you know that according to the Supreme court of the united states of america, the police are under no obligation to serve and protect. there sole goal is to administer the law
brittanysimon brittanysimon Said:

Well, in that case, they’re useless. They shouldn’t be robots, that does no one good.

Asker Anonymous Asks:
What's your opinion on sports like MMA/Boxing/Martial Arts? I saw you said that you don't like violence so I was just wondering.
brittanysimon brittanysimon Said:

I don’t think we should encourage children to aspire to enter those fields. I don’t enjoy those types of sports. I think any sport that involves hurting others to win isn’t good. Example: Football. Useless sport.

Plus: The physical damage done in contact sports isn’t worth it to me. The information that is surfacing about brain damage is very telling.

I support skateboarding, winter sports and things that involve the person alone and no one else. That’s different. At least if you fall, you fall alone. It’s not like you’re taking your skateboard and slamming it into someones face to win.

Make sense?

Rape culture was intertwined with colonization from the very beginning. Rape of Native women was one of the colonizers’ tools of oppression. None of this is new. This is older than America. When we talk about rape culture in America, we are talking about something that has a legacy wrapped up in the genocide of Native peoples. This does not affect only Native American women; this affects all American women.
Elissa Washuta, on her new memoir My Body is a Book of Rules, which explores her identity as a bipolar Native woman survivor of sexual violence [source] (via nitanahkohe)

(via teacheremmalee)


A woman walks up, fluffs my fro, and walks away. Minute or so later she comes back and complains that her hand itches and she wants to know what I put in my hair. Turns out she has a coconut allergy and I use coconut oil as a leave in conditioner. Sucks to be you ma’am.

Karma is a bitch


A woman walks up, fluffs my fro, and walks away. Minute or so later she comes back and complains that her hand itches and she wants to know what I put in my hair. Turns out she has a coconut allergy and I use coconut oil as a leave in conditioner. Sucks to be you ma’am.

Karma is a bitch
white power =/= black power.. I hope you get hate mail about this till the day you abandon this blog you double standard loving POS. I'm white, I love my race, and assbreathers like YOU that demonize an entire race just to push your weekly agenda bullshit are why nobody will ever take you seriously and laugh at you.
brittanysimon brittanysimon Said:




Dear good white people, come and collect your trash.

Keep doing what you’re doing, atane!

Of course. For some bizarre reason, racist white people think sending me anonymous hate mail means something. These people will take time out from their day to write me. I wonder if they know that I don’t read their messages and it all gets deleted. Every once in a while, I’ll post one. Some of these people are writing novels of hate mail that never gets read. 

Black people are being executed on the streets and they think their hate mail has impact. The flaccid and impotent words of an online white supremacist who isn’t even brave enough to show their face or post under their real name is the least of my worries here. They can’t even stand behind their own convictions. They do it from the shadows because they are cowards.

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