Morgen (1 december) begint de top 2000 stemweek en als je me volgt weet je waarschijnlijk al wat ik je ga vragen te doen.
Het zou mij echt ontzettend gelukkig maken als we dit jaar K3 in de top 2000 krijgen en specifiek Oya Lélé.
Waarom?
Vind het leuk of niet, K3 is al 25 jaar een groot onderdeel van de Nederlandstalige cultuur. Ik durf te wedden dat bijna iedereen in Nederland wel een paar K3 nummers kent en toch staan ze niet in de top 2000 terwijl een super niche nummer als Tubular Bells, Part One dat 25 en een halve minuut duurt er wel in staat!
K3 viert dit jaar hun 25 jarig bestaan, Oya Lélé is zelf 20 jaar oud dit jaar K3 de top 2000 in stemmen is een goede manier om dit te vieren (en dit wordt ook de 25ste editie van de top 2000)
Eerder dit jaar heb ik op mijn side blog een toernooi gehouden voor het beste K3 nummer. Oya Lélé heeft dit met overmacht gewonnen, wat mij bevestigd in de keuze om campagne te voeren voor Oya Lélé
Oya Lélé heeft in 2003 ook 18 weken in de Nederlandse top 40 gestaan, het langst van alle K3 nummers
Stem K3 als wraak op Spotify omdat ze K3 blijven negeren in de Wrapped lijstjes
Tl;Dr: STEM OYA LÉLÉ DE TOP 2000 IN
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every girl should be given a 6tb hard drive for free so she can store her little collection of illegally obtained 4k ultra hd movies
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the thing about having been really broke. averaging $500 a month in a good year broke. using a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for to buy taco bell gift cards for food broke. is that i am SO bad with money. i have a degree in accounting and i am so bad with money. i do not think of myself as superstitious at all but money feels so cursed. not in a spiritual way, i mean literally. practically.
having 'too much' money feels so bad. money is a thing you spend as soon as you get it because it's so cursed. the more it is the more cursed it is. i save too much money and bad things will happen that cost all my money. money is a thing that summons expenses. if i have no money and the car breaks down i find a way to make it work. i scrounge and resell and pass the hat and talk to my mom's friend's friend who knows a guy and in the end i'm so relieved to be right back where i started. but if i were saving my money for a new computer and then the car broke down, the money is just gone. i spent the money i saved for a thing i wanted on a thing i needed instead and after all that hoping i'm right back where i started.
i get a windfall and i set the money aside because if i'm careful that's enough to pay for gas for months. but then i need to pay for heat and i apply for assistance and they look at my bank account and see i have money and now they won't help pay for heat. soon it's just a habit. i get the money and i spend the money. immediately, as soon as possible, get this money away from me. don't even save enough for cigarettes. i can find money for cigarettes, somehow i can always find money for cigarettes. cigarette money is a weird magical fake money i summon from dark corners whenever i run out of cigarettes. i don't know how it works either. i've tried to summon the cigarette money for things that aren't cigarettes and it never works. just get this out of my bank account. get it out of here before something notices there's money here.
anyway i'm working on it but god it's hard
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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My favorite joke to make whilst still strongly in egg status, was to respond to every single situation i was directly gendered in, with, "i could be a girl. You don't know. You didn't ask."
No one ever asked after either xD i said it with such strong, sarcastic, "I'm clearly just being a little shit about this. Ignore me." energy. That everyone simply further cemented in their head that i wasn't just a guy, i was the kinda guy who gives 0 fucks about anyone's gender.
Now my coming out as trans, wasn't. It's not my job to let anyone know, They can figure it out themself. Combined with the previous interpretation of me everyone had, Meant That as i slowly became more and more feminine, With 0 indication or warning, others begun to realize.
I might not have been kidding.
...but they didn't *know*. You know?
What's the correct way to refer to me? Can they just ask? Maybe i don't know myself? Does anyone else know? Oh, god what if they get it wrong? Does that make them the asshole??? Their anxiety was palpable And delicious.
The truth is, i AM the kinda person to not care too much about gender as a social construct. I largely dislike societal constructs, especially the ones built around a bunch of neurotypical garbage. But I'm also the kinda person who loves to watch those constructs *break* >3
So i didn't, and never have helped any of them.
My sex change. Is me. changing my sex. For my personal reasons. I don't give a fuck if the gender others decided i was, changes with it or not. I don't give a fuck if you call me girl or guy. Or anything else. That's *your* business. I am what i am. And nothing you call me changes that.
Gender is an illusion. Some of us wear various one's for fun, others try to force them on others to control those others, but ultimately, they're just an illusion. They're not real.
So when i say, i don't really have a gender. I don't mean I'm nonbinary. I don't mean it's the same it always was. I don't mean anything except, that i don't have one. I refuse to participate in your societal garbage of labeling others.
I am me. Only me. Just me.
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