cazrolime: Illustrated instructions for how to put on a gas mask. (other . civilian respirator)
I wonder if I should stop saying that I'm not judgmental. Because I don't think I am, but the last few times I heard/saw someone saying it I could instantly think of exceptions, so maybe I'm wrong and just have a mental disconnect about it. Because humans are ridiculously good at mental disconnects and god knows I can't be the only one who's immune.

And then I start thinking about how there would be so much less conflict and more actual attempts at logic if more people recognised that their brains are not flawless reasoning machines and their personal subjective experience is just that: subjective and not definitive proof of anything. Even multiple people's subjective experience matching up isn't proof that something is true; do you believe in UFOs because a lot of people claim to have been abducted by them? How could mutually exclusive religions exist if their followers' experiences (sensing/speaking to God, feeling auras/energies, etc) proved each religion to be true?

And then I realise that I sometimes judge people who act as though there's no way they can be wrong, or say stuff as fact that's easily shown to be untrue, even though I'm more than likely guilty of that stuff as well. Because brains are flawed and everyone needs a reality check sometimes, including me. And I definitely judge people who go out of their way to reject that reality check.

So I can't call myself non-judgmental. I could call myself less judgmental than a lot of people. I could even say that I perceive myself as less judgmental than a lot of people and have had that perception reinforced by the observations of other people, though that doesn't roll off the tongue as nicely.

Anyway, this got long and rambling and I have cooking and washing up to do.
cazrolime: (simple dog . literally the alexes irl)
There are people on tumblr getting furious because a little girl wore a fauxhawk while being white. According to the folks who keep their oppression radars on too sensitive a setting, her parents are teaching her to steal and commit genocide because they let her get a haircut she likes.

For crying out loud, tumblr.

Why is it wrong to like something because it’s good? Why should people only be allowed to wear or like or do something if they happened to be born into the culture that originated it?

I make burritos all the damn time because they’re delicious, and because I’m in Mexico right now so the ingredients are easy to come by. But wait, I’m white, so should I not be allowed to do that? And should I start getting pissed off and offended whenever someone from the USA writes about Jack the Giant Killer and other British myths and legends, or eats fish and chips, or drinks tea, or — but wait, tea wasn’t originally English, so I should stop drinking that as well I guess.

Obviously people will have different ideas about where the limit of good taste is: for instance, I find it strange to romanticise and long after a whole culture based on liking one part of it (the way some people do with Japan). And I know I’m kinda privileged in the sense that nobody’s come into my country recently and carried off all the nicest stuff. But I have serious trouble understanding why some people think there should be these rigidly drawn lines between cultures that can never ever be crossed or else you’re being horrible and racist.

If cultures were never allowed to mix, there would be no Elvis, no TexMex, no pre-packed sushi in Tesco or tortillas in WalMart, and a hell of a lot more people who see other cultures as weird and alien because they've never been allowed to see them as familiar.

If something is good, I don’t think someone should be insulted and ridiculed for liking it because they have the wrong parents or the wrong colour skin.

And that’s my effortpost on the whole thing, I guess.
cazrolime: Alexander from Amnesia gives great advice: "Torture is ok" (amnesia . Alexander is good people)
Daniel from Amnesia: The Dark Descent this time. This includes trying to reverse-engineer his insanity meter into something that actually makes sense in real life, so trigger warnings for that and domestic abuse talk (for all the zero people who actually read this blog). Oh, and game spoilers, obviously.

Victorian stuff and Wikipedia ahoy! )
cazrolime: The Slender Man stalking some poor sod through the forest. ((x) . if you go down to the woods)
(Originally posted on LJ on the 14th November 2011.)

Stream-of-consciousness. Fairly long. Largely not yet fact-checked against entries, as I've been going by memory for the most part. Contains associated discussion of what I might do with Kralie in the roleplay I have him in, because I'm that kind of lamentable person.

Big McLargehuge spoilers up to Entry 52. )


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