notquiteisraeli: (Default)
Dear Greta Thunberg:

You were not kidnapped.

The 55 hostages still in Gaza were kidnapped.

The Bibas family was kidnapped. Shiri Bibas and her two young sons were brutally murdered after being kidnapped. Women and men were kidnapped and sexually assaulted. One young man from Kiryat Bialik was kidnapped and tortured with electricity. All the hostages were kidnapped and starved.

Your boat was boarded by the Israeli Navy, after a message was broadcast in English that they were not going to harm any of you in any way. Despite all of the passengers on the "selfie yacht" being virulently anti-semitic, the sailors were polite and cordial. They passed out sandwiches and water, making sure all passengers had adequate food and drink.

The boat was towed to the port of Ashdod. I know Ashdod doesn't look like much, but what were you expecting? At that time you and your fellow passengers were examined by physicians to make sure you were in good health after your journey.

Many people wanted you and your comrades to be made to sit and watch the video of the horrors of October 7, 2023. You and all your comrades declined. Why?

It was decided not to force any of you to watch the video. At this point you and four others voluntarily agreed to leave Israel, at which point all of you were put on the next flight out. (Did that stick in your craw? How much carbon was wasted on that?)

Yes, the rest of your shipmates are being detained in Ramle, but that is because they are fighting their deportation orders. This is procedure. They are not being mistreated.

One of my friends is wondering why the young man from Kiryat Bialik, his hometown, where he still lives, isn't in the news. No one cares about him, he said bitterly, only a spoiled brat with an unhealthy fixation, one of the world's oldest and most pervasive hatreds.

I wonder, too, why the world doesn't care about people who were kidnapped. People like Avraham "Avera" Mengistu, a mentally ill young man who spent over a decade in Hamas captivity. Or Hisham Al-Sayed, a schizophrenic Israeli citizen who spent almost ten years held captive by Hamas. Or identical twins Gali and Ziv Berman, who are still held hostage by Hamas.

I would really like for someone, anyone, to make you watch that footage. Those were people with names. People with families and friends.

In short, I hope one day you see reality. Until then, rot in hell, you spoiled brat.
notquiteisraeli: (alice side eye)
I never really got into Neil Gaiman as deeply as the people around me in the 2000s. Nearly all of them were huge fans. I didn't dislike his work - I enjoyed Good Omens, and some short stories. His poem "Locks" moved me deeply, as did the Doctor Who episode "The Doctor's Wife." But nothing ever really prompted me to go out and read everything he ever wrote. And his short story "Troll Bridge" made me deeply uncomfortable - I realize that characters aren't (always) author avatars, but something in it told me Gaiman was very familiar with being banally amoral. I don't know. His association with Amanda Palmer also put me off. I don't care for her actions. I don't care for a lot of her actions. Still, fine, whatevs. I made one snarky comment about her "social climbing" (it wasn't received at all well) and afterward kept my mouth shut and concentrated on other things.

Fast forward. Yes, I heard the allegations last year. And thanks to my subscription, I read the article in New York.

After reading that article, I really wanted a shower. A long one.

What do you say to all of that? It fits. It fits. It's consistent.

I believe them.

I don't have anything to throw out. I don't have anything to burn. Mostly I'm questioning myself and why I chose the social circles I did, where Neil Gaiman was pretty much a sacred cow. A lot of those people - not all, but a lot - were sketchy and shady, too, in one way or another. Not implying they did anything this heinous, but frankly they weren't nice people - and while I was certainly no saint, most of them dropped me when I was no longer of any kind of use to them. (That may have been the most sketchy thing about them - friendship for them was all about what you could do for them. Either that, or they required certain views that I do not hold.)

My few readers here are longterm friends who obviously don't fit that. My few friends - and I don't have many - don't fit that. I'm down to a slim online circle and a slim meatspace circle, but I like it that way.

I'm not saying you were suspect if you liked Neil Gaiman. Abusers are great at hiding out under a cover of beneficence. Nearly every one of them that I've encountered in real life has - or had - most people convinced of their kindness, their generosity, their sweetness.

Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
notquiteisraeli: (my log does not judge)
Awhile back I posted about aesthetics and how I don't really identify with any.

Today I read an article saying that heroin chic is back.

Wait, wut?

I remember that from the first time around. I was a teenager then. Teen magazines praising Kate Moss for looking "ethereal". Lank, greasy hair. Eyes ringed by dark circles. Bones, bones everywhere. Skin not pale but sickly sallow.

Maybe my definition of ethereal differs from teen magazines. Then again, I expect angels to look either completely ordinary or to be so scary as to make one shit one's drawers. I always pictured ethereal as otherworldly and inhumanly beauty, not all-too-human decay and sickness.

Besides, I didn't tick most of the boxes of heroin chic. I was chubby. I didn't have dark circles. I washed my hair as often as necessary and it was full and healthy. Sure, my skin was pale - but it was rosy. And yes, I smoked cigarettes, but I was hardly a chain smoker (I went through two packs per week) and also, you know, ate food occasionally. While I still had enormous self-image issues, I was still grateful I didn't look like that.

Most importantly, I never touched heroin. Ever. I never did anything stronger than pot and didn't touch booze until I was 18. Even then I wasn't much of a drinker.

Heroin chic coming back in the wake of the opioid epidemic offends me on a deeply personal level. I'm from Appalachia. That shit is not chic. That shit destroys families and whole communities.

People die. That's not so chic when it's your friend, your neighbor, your family.

Some speculate that it's a backlash to body positivity. That people want thin to be back in.

Thin never went out, folks. Last year my brother suggested that fat-shaming wasn't such a bad thing, though in fairness that's entirely in-character for Ben - he fat-shamed me all through my adolescence. If you're fat and living your life, you're promoting unhealthiness. But looking actually sick and addicted is "chic."

Sure thing. I'm kinda glad this isn't coming back in Israel. Not that we don't have our share of body shaming, just that...well, right now, folks have more on their minds.
notquiteisraeli: (witch with a b)
Just uploaded a fuckton of new icons. Among them: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, Life On Mars, Twin Peaks, and my favorite women from the Tanakh. (Okay, technically Judith isn't in the Tanakh, but I do like her style. Fuck around and find out indeed.) I had to include Miriam, because I sing and play the tambourine. My namesake Hannah, of course. And Yael. Yael kicks ass. There's a whole entry could be written on my feelings about the women in the Tanakh, but I'll spare you.

Had to go to the pharmacy to pick up something for Eyal. I also had a package waiting at a nearby gaming store, so while he was in the pharmacy I grabbed it. Then I got my daily dose of outrage reading about Natasha Frost, the New York Times reporter who leaked chatlogs, names, and social media accounts from a WhatsApp group of Australian Jews that led to hundreds of Jews in Australia being doxxed. Frost claims it was inadvertent. Bullshit, baby; you knew what you were doing. The Grey Lady claims it's taken appropriate action but hasn't fired her. Apparently their definition of appropriate and mine differ considerably.

I'm off Freakbook, but shit still filters through. I refuse to read about the Democratic National Convention, though. The last time that happened in Chicago...well, just Google it. I don't have the spoons to get into that shitshow.

Meanwhile my fingers are numb from too much typing. I'm out.

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