Yes. Coke had a commercial called “It’s Beautiful.” It featured the classic American standard “America, the Beautiful, but sung in English, Spanish, Arabic, and several other languages that pre-date the USA by centuries.
Apparently a group of people on twitter saw this and were like “MURRICA!” “WE SPEAK ENGLISH HERE!” and “Nice to see that coke likes to sing an AMERICAN song in the terrorist’s language. Way to go coke. You can leave America.”
Now, our country has had a long-standing history of racism the likes of which some countries have never experienced. My grandmother, when asked about racism and the classics of INNA and the like, she could confirm the INNA signs as late as the 30s in some parts of rural Iowa. I only wish I’d pried further into these stories as I want to know if she was outspoken about any of this stuff or not.
What most people don’t know, because history classes have failed them miserably, is that our forefathers — you know, those people who created this great Christian, Queen’s English speaking society — actually spoke several languages, and were NOT Christian. Most of them were deists, or polytheists, but they didn’t let that govern their decisions.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, —That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness." —Declaration of Independence.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Endowed by their Creator. Assuming that men and women had a divine Creator. Not naming names. Never stating God, Jehovah, or Allah. Unalienable rights. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Life, you have the right to live here. Later, in the Constitution, it talks about natural-born or naturalized citizens, but in this document, referring to those who immigrate here and live here. Liberty, to be free of Government oppression and tyranny. The pursuit of happiness.
"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." —Preamble to the Constitution.
The pursuit of happiness, defined as having liberty and general Welfare. In establishing Justice, they meant to secure the blessings of liberty, and posterity of the nation.
When people post backwards, ignorant shit like “This is America, we speak English here.” You are denigrating the meaning of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Because someone else’s pursuit is shockingly not defined by your own, and you don’t know how to deal with that. The meaning of life in this country is to assimilate to the general culture of the country. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave who you are at the door.
The beautiful aspect of our nation that Coke was trying to point out, was that we are all different people united under a common goal. Life, liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. That people come from around the world, and still want to come here — albeit at a slower rate — despite our economic downturn, is still impressive to me.
These people who are part of the “Fuck off, we’re full” crowd make my stomach churn, my blood boil, and my rage incomprehensibly explode. If you can’t stand that we don’t have one unified language that everyone speaks at all times, then you have no comprehension of what this country stands for. And for that, I pity your existence.
If you’ve made it this far, and still think that the commercial was out of line, and none of what I wrote makes sense. Kindly delete me and I hope you fuck off and die.
If you’ve made it this far without deleting me, congrats. You are not a complete waste of air and blood.
by Erik van Rheenen
Laura Jane Grace came out as a transgender woman a pair of summers ago in a watershed interview with Rolling Stone, having grappled with gender dysphoria throughout her entire life. The first record Against Me! released since Grace courageously shared her coming out story, my first few listens to Transgender Dysphoria Blues also reminded me of a different interview — one where Grace conversed with Grantland about drunkenly confessing her gender dysphoria to The Lawrence Arms’ Brendan Kelly two years before her Rolling Stone interview went to print. “Blackout drunk, I confessed to him,” Grace states in the interview. “I told him everything I was going through, and that I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
And that’s just the kind of record Transgender Dysphoria Blues is — wholly unapologetic, unabashedly honest, and incredibly poignant. Like the sharply pointed political statements of Against Me! albums past, Blues is downright blunt in its statements, relentless in its refusal to tiptoe around its subject matter. Starting with a signature rollicking Atom Willard drum beat (the recording of Blues marked an Against Me! lineup in flux), “Transgender Dysphoria Blues” kicks in listeners’ teeth a hot-blooded vocal turn from Grace that, well, it just fucking rocks. Grace sings lines like “You’ve got no cunt in your strut/You’ve got no hips to shake” with brutal, vocal cord-rending honesty. Though Grace frames Blues in terms of a concept record spinning the yarn of a transgender prostitute, it’s tough to listen to the title track and not think of Grace’s struggle for “them to see you like any other girl,” and Grace’s imagery of a ragged summer dress and a rocky coastline cut as deeply as the jagged guitar riff from Against Me! mainstay James Bowman.
Blues rarely lets off the gas pedal during its half-hour sprint, and when the record does decide to take a few breaths, those more reflective tracks mark some of the most emotionally cuts in the Against Me! discography. The clarity of Grace’s harrowing lyrics, waxing on her fear of loss, on the acoustic “Two Coffins” sent me reeling and reaching to my pocket for a tissue, and it’s hard to shake the heartache when Against Me! tackles self-doubt and discovery (“FUCKMYLIFE666”) through a pop-punk lens that falls pretty closely to the more hook-heavy end of the spectrum, and a reflection on losing a friend (“Dead Friend”) played with a power-pop touch.
things they don’t show you in porn:
- elbowing each other in the face
- leg cramps
- accidentally pulling each other’s hair
- ass pubes
things they also don’t show in porn:
- sleepy morning sex
- mutual giggle fits over awkward situations
- sex fading into cuddles fading into sex and back into cuddles
- your lover’s o face
so don’t ever compare yourself to porn thank you