I have been spending a lot of time at a local Starbucks, using their internet and drinking way too much coffee. One of the new baristas commented on my Sleater-Kinney t-shirt, and we got to talking about girl-punk bands and indie rock. I warned him that I was into fanfiction -- I am getting way more open about my embarrassing hobby, it's ridiculous -- and then gave him my livejournal address. If he's here: hi Matt! Julie Ruin rules!
On a separate, but very important note,
forthwritten is working on an interesting and, I think, important project. I would appreciate it if you took the time to take a look.
Skin Coloured is intended to be a collaborative, visual exploration of what it is to be non-white in a white culture. Make-up, plasters and tights - even when they're marked "flesh-coloured" - are not the colour of skin that isn't white. And whilst white women may have trouble matching these items to their skin, for women who don't class themselves as white, this inconvenience is symptomatic of a wider problem.
To help illustrate this problem, therefore, Skin Coloured is looking for submissions. Send us photographs that illustrate the inadequacy of provisions for non-white people, and we'll post them on the blog, and hopefully both those submitting, and those who’re here to learn, will gain something from it.
Further information can be found
here. Please help us by
reposting this.
If you copy and paste the reposting information from the website, you should take a moment and fix the quotation marks; they paste in as smartquotes, which screws up the links. If you don't want to repost or put the full materials in your blog, but you want to advertise the project, please feel free to link to this post; I'll be setting it as public.