OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD HELP.
OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD HELP.
Violence Against Transgender People and People of Color is Disproportionately High, LGBTQH Murder Rate Peaks
The murder rate of people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, and HIV-affected (LGBTQH) is at its highest, according to a recently released 2011 report from the National Coalition of Anti-Violence Programs (NCAVP). The report also shows that transgender women, people of color, and youth and young adults are at a disproportionately high risk of being victims of what the NCAVP terms hate violence.
Can’t… stop… laughing…
Let’s go back. One year back. Back when the New Directions deservedly lost at Nationals, when Finn and Rachel had an excruciatingly drawn out night together to cap off their excruciatingly dull, tensionless romance, kissed on stage to the displeasure of the non-mouthbreathing slice of America, when the combination of tired original music and tepid original lyrics made us collectively reconsider our stance on the combination of sharp instruments and our own ears, when Brittany and Santana had a talk about how much they loved each other after half a season of angsty beating around the bush and then kissed, effectively resolving nothing. Eh. For this viewer it was… unsatisfying.
But, after a week or two, my frustration over the anti-climax that was the season 2 finale evaporated. The future felt bright, and I was filled with a shallow, wholly unjustified buoyancy about season 3. I know, I know, hold your laughter please.
It seemed plausible that the writers could clean up their act. They had the whole summer to tune up their show, re-watch tapes, find what worked, find what worked less, and fix it. And if this were a normal show, with normal writers who don’t huff lighter fluid before deciding on the best ways to both reverse the progresses made by the institution of television over the last 50 odd years and personally insult the intelligence of every last member of their audience, (again, let’s disregard the mouthbreather contingent) that’s what would have happened.
However, then in the throws of my summery optimism I put together this- a wish list of I wanted to see changed from season 2 going forward into season 3.
So, as my end of year review, I will be comparing, point by point, what I wanted for the third season one year ago against what we got. Afterwards, I’ll discuss anything I have overlooked and compile a list of what I want from season 4, assuming of course that I will actually be able to endure another year of being repeatedly kicked in the crotch by a television show. Let’s go!
do you guys remember that episodfe of the magic school bus where the class gets transformed into fish eggs and get fertilized with fish semen
so calm as they get doused
im cryinhg oh my ogd