How do you clean without a vacuum cleaner? Who cleans without a vacuum cleaner? No one. Really? Can you smell the new smell?

I have a cleaning dilemma which is ideological, not that much that I didn’t know what to do. Is it also a gender issue, environmental? Do I dare to ask? Can you imagine living without a vacuum cleaner? It is a similar kind of question as could you live without a car or two. It very often is for many unimaginable. Why is it so unimaginable? Life would get difficult and uneasy if we didn’t keep it together with helping equipment. Our everyday problems are solved and we don’t have to think much about it just. Sigh of relief. One could almost feel like a freak without the basic tools, left without lacking something important which is meant to be with us organically like a friend. Almost, hey. Of course this is a question of how much space one has to do clean and what kind of dirt we are talking about. When it comes to professional cleaning ladies, who clean for living, it is good for their health to have ergonomic light tools, essentially important. Cleaning ladies’ work is hazardous, unappreciated, loathed even. Something you do not easily see, stay interested in unless the job is not done. To pay attention to those people who take care of our spaces is therefore important. They are many and invisible as long as they stay quiet and do their jobs. Cleaning personnel get paid poorly, pay which does not enough include to the fact it is a dangerous job to maintain surfaces. Health risks are there how the work is done and what kind of poisonous cleaning detergents are used, not to mention people looking down on you as you haven’t moved up in the world. Detergents can smell good for a minute. Spraying detergents is the same as breathing them so you can imagine what the shit can do in the long run. As garbage men, cleaning ladies and janitors are doing socially extremely important work, think about it what they could do: stop the whole of society. Can you smell the new smell?
Interesting point here is how we assume, forget, do not think, see the obvious or ignore completely because we don’t have to pay attention. All we have to do is to know the necessity of technology and total superiority of things we own, their unquestionable value to us, that we know they are right for the job they are designed to and we can have them. Tasks and needs which cannot be done otherwise, who would want to anymore. We would soon be asthmatic and living in filth like our ancestors going nowhere. It is the power of advertising, powerful collective suction and consuming mindset to owning, to expertise, re-organizing, planning and performing proper civilized human beings who maintain themselves. Especially herself who has to know how to maintain this perfect image, how to be in it. It is so precise of an image holding on to us tightly. Letting go is overwhelmingly problematic. We have our reasoning which is part of the problem. Effectiveness is all. This reasoning is solving only the surface of things without wanting look inside.
If we lost machines like washing machines and vacuum cleaners it would mean cleaning work renaissance with laundry and household staff. Would it be class society all over again? Nevertheless there would be work if there were people who needed the service and paid for it. It is easy to see how important hygiene is for our everyday lives and how easily we ignore this fact.
What do you know about vacuum cleaners is another question and I bet nothing much. Where do they come from and where do they go? They, our tools, do the job just as well and much better than the old ones. New ones keep on appearing, designed, manufactured and they look amazing matching our interior of chrome and glass which need to be spotless. We are instructed how to plug-in, put on and how to operate. If you are not able to there is something wrong with you no doubt. To get rid of the things when they have lived their lives with us can be a bit tricky if you are willing to put effort and time in to that not so tiny ecological dilemma. We don’t have to know machines we use well, we don’t have to know where the materials come from, how the cost of machines get made and who profit the most. Vacuum cleaners are made super easy to use, everybody can use them, everybody can have them and will have a vacuum cleaner. What other this machine does than suck dirt and dust and what kind of life does a vacuum cleaner as an object represent is the easy comfortable living without dirt without effort. It provides and represents health. Even our apartments have closets for the thing with a long tube and heavy body. It is an essential tool cleaning your car, sofa, carpets quickly without too many extra movements and tricks.
Why I talk about vacuum cleaner is that I don’t own one and I happened to ask the cleaning lady who works our building could I borrow the one she uses. (I got a face) Nobody asks such questions because everybody has their own. So I think it is a very interesting cultural question of how we consume, how we maintain our standard of living and take care of our property, homes and which items belong to a modern household. I am in many ways a minority, by far.
Can you imagine people who live without vacuum cleaners, what they are like? At what point imagining life without those essential machines in our lives has become almost impossible?
To get stuck with ideas of how modern life is arranged and should be lived is where the closed society is born. Not that societies were not closed before, but there is a large problem waiting to be solved about how we evolve or do not and in some ways it is not new and some way it is terrible isolation which is almost impossible to change. What kind of society is closed and how do we open it or better yet encourage people to open up society as a culture and as a structure?
Yes it is a bit perverse question, psychological, and you can begin to imagine all kinds of alternatives, horrors, To think what do I mean with cleaning can too be very different than idea of cleaning to a super hygienist. Why do I even ask is because we assume too much. We have vacuum cleaners and they work perfectly fine, mostly. A machine almost all households have like a self-evident equipment so much so that to think cleaning without this noisy part of home would be unthinkably. To me it strongly seems people as modern population have come to a point where we do not see the opportunities there are. We like to be stuck and like our comfort.
http://home.howstuffworks.com/vacuum-cleaner.htm ”2. As the fan blades turn, they force air forward, toward the exhaust port(check out How Airplanes Work to find out what causes this).”
 

Jacqueline Rose on Zionism, Freud, Sylvia Plath and more with Justin Clemens.

P.S.

Hillary Clinton’s Empowerment

Hillary Clinton isn’t a champion of women’s rights. She’s the embodiment of corporate feminism.
”Clinton recounts in her 2003 book Living History that Walmart CEO Sam Walton “taught me a great deal about corporate integrity and success”

Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique

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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame. Women didn’t have to be ashamed of their bodies.

Indecent exposure

 

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Censoring nudity is the weirdest rule of all in our time of openness and sell off… All seeing eye is watching.

Time of hypocrisy is obviously never-ending. I wonder why is that? We are terrified of uncovering. What is frightening about truth? It must be ugly. It is so terrifying that there are those who wish to act as watching men and women to preserve our civilized cultured fun and good times. What is so disturbing in nude human body that it is feared, loathed and made a root of all problems especially female body? Or is it, the human body and sexuality which follows us, such a troubled and sensitive area we simply cannot tolerate it as everyday imagery. This root of all human behavior and mess of ours we have to deal with and accept as part of us is under constant pressure, but not to be seen as it is.

We are grown into our intolerance. Plain nakedness is primitive and an abomination revealing us in a way we do not want to be revealed. Nudity means something (what does it mean?). It is the fucking, the never-fading animal, sexuality and desire, sin and corruption, shame and humiliation. That we have to hide it unless we are selling a product with the help of sexing up. That is ok. It is even more than ok when money is involved. Logic gets even more strange. We do like the sterile atmosphere of human contact and thought unless it is an ad of a large corporation. Taboos are and remain there left without permission to deal with them. The inescapable taboos torment us for a reason, often without logic we hide them and avoid reasoning with them. It is mind-boggling trying to understand the restrictions, fears, silence, inhibitions, bigotry.

It is also almost impossible to make a fascist change. When there is a restriction of expression how far can it go? What kind of expression is accepted? Where do we draw the line? How depended are of the scene we are at? We are dictated by our scene unless we make the rules change. How much can we pursue to change a mindset no matter how much there is opposition and oppression? If a scene is a jail, we enjoy the work we do, but the jail is prohibiting us from doing our work well, what is there to do? One creates a conflict and deals with it, makes most everybody to deal with the issue. It can get ridiculous if the opposition is of the mind that it is absolutely right and there is no need for change. Ideas of achieved perfection can be blinding.

What comes to those who watch us and why are they given power over freedom of expression, it is them we should be scared of.

Nudity is the loss of privacy, we accept is as a rip off.

Q&Why is cleavage ok but nipples are not? Obsession with breasts with fear of damaging something delicate.
http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/blogs/philip-ball/are-we-living-in-the-age-of-the-brain

 

Odd everyday logic of humans. Odd in the sense of no logic in the assumed logic in use. What reason, what sense.

Laughter as a stating gesture of approving and belonging, making a character, a persona who knows fun, who is fun. Sounds of laughter are very typically human. Why we laugh varies from feeling extremely happy to feeling insecure. Sometimes posing position of having the last laugh, ridiculing for being superior over someone, knowing something of someone, something secretive and having contempt for that person who has done something shameful, something you would not dare or would not be stupid enough to do. We laugh because of stupidity, to stupidity, to clever and witty jokes and tales. We laugh if there is nothing to laugh about, but because we feel like it. To laugh too much is kind of stupid. It is more clever to be serious and have a straight face without much expression on. To show emotions on your face is to be vulnerable, to care, to connect. To be vulnerable under attacks of those who see vulnerability as an opportunity to attack and state their clever seriousness, their chance of showing what they are made of. To laugh with a crowd at someone in a mass, because it is good fun. To be different from that crowd endangers any one who does any different gesture from the crowd. What happens to those who step aside, who speak against the cheering crowd? That someone can make a crowd laugh, because she is a comedian or because she is a laughable tart, who deserves to be subjected to hate, ridicule and contempt. There is nothing new in this dynamics of people making a difference. What kind of difference do we want to make and is a mechanical predictable crowd and common mind we want to be?

It is so easy to make fun of other people, to point a finger. How far laughter takes us is important to notice, because it is probably the most important emotional and intellectual expression we make. Power of laughter changes an atmosphere, mindsets and thoughts. Where do we draw the line of ridiculing, bullying and comedy that is there to entertain in the good sense, because life is ridiculous, horrible, unjust, violent, cruel, boring and the same unchanging shit forever? Laughter can be extremely sad. It can be there to hide the sadness. Laughter is more valuable, a gesture of a good guy and characteristics of an acceptable good woman, who is so good and nice company. The difficulty of knowing what is the right reaction and action and what to feel, what to do with sorrow, what to do with joy.

Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.

 

Do you see in the dark?

It gets mighty dark among people as they do not see themselves, or if they see themselves, are what they want to be and like their image, it is a pretty fucked up picture. What happens when people have an object value only? When our world becomes webbed with help of technology, becomes more and more abstract and hidden, more and more we think we are cleverer than we are, groups of those geniuses support each other doing the same thing and looking for mastering of other people. Mastering people takes masters of technology. What kind of gangs of people rule our spaces? Who gave them power over spaces all people are free to use? What kinds of assets and skills are appreciated, what kind of characters and personalities? They are usually the loud ones, who seek attention and appreciation within their group. 

My theory is that these men and boys who do cyber bullying do not have much contact with women, do not know different kinds of women, do not want to know. For them woman is an image with few dimensions. An image that is done and closed up without any change, without variety, without any other meaning than to please silently and pose. These males come from a world of chauvinism, sexism and tradition thinking they are funny, intelligent, righteous and manly. They are appreciated as they are continuation to tradition of being men.

Within their group they may seem strong, alone they are nothing which is a strange contradiction in image of appreciation they may be in. Hiding behind fake names anonymously is a coward act itself. That is the manhood of theirs, fear of losing it. They game in a way they can nothing but win, which is in a group anonymously. Greatest fear is to be beaten by a woman, a woman who has more skills than they do. This is very clear as men want to be on top to manifest their manhood. It is no surprise that women have to be better than men on any field.

For such men woman is merely a sex object, typically stereotypical, child-like, incapable. A repetition of a repetition, just like Hollywood film and mainstream entertainment want to show women over and over again, as needy and weak, overly sexual sub-beings, who are still contradictory demons not to be trusted, wicked and evil. In this kind of culture woman is something to take over and rule, tame to be obedient. To actually face a woman as equal or superior would be losing strength, losing an old ideology that has prevailed too long. Ideology of place of a woman and use of a woman is now to be changed. Woman is still used and treated as she has no will of her own, therefore it is a shock in a community when there are women who act up, use, speak up, make and do regardless of do they get respect and are they acknowledged or not. Such women need to exist for culture to change. Women need to do what they wish, not what other people wish they’d do.

Yes fear of violence keeps women in place. I hope women would learn to be fearless and stand up for themselves. Do it now!

http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2014/10/the-unsafety-net-how-social-media-turned-against-women/381261/2/
Danielle Keats Citron, law professor at the University of Maryland and author of the recently released book Hate Crimes in Cyberspace, explained, “Time and time again, these women have no idea often who it is attacking them. A cybermob jumps on board, and one can imagine that the only thing the attackers know about the victim is that she’s female.”


 

The thought that violence solves something prevails. Violence on the internet, in the news, in Europe and in the Middle East. Are there things that combine all the on going slaughter?

Violence does make a clear statement. To use violence is a competition of who will win. Battle that can take a lot of lives, dollars, destroyed cities and energy that could be used more wisely if man was wise, history that will be not be forgotten. That hurt brings justice, puts people in their place and gives satisfaction of revenge and power is a dead end. It has proved itself that violence brings more violence. Some people like it that way. It is provoking way to live, beg for it, to fight like it was the meaning of existence and some kind of destiny that repeats itself no matter what the circumstances, platforms, dilemmas and arms. Now is the golden age of arms dealers. It has been so many decades and to manufacture most imaginable artillery and machinery to kill is a substantial employer and money making strategy that has no limit in the horizon. There is no stop to it unless someone stops it, this madness. Regulation of arms sales is difficult, almost impossible. Someone has to be a person who runs a state and decide how it is run. Protect it. It is protected with arms. Leader as a dictator and as a head of state has power to decide whether the state attacks, invades, oppresses or violates people anywhere. Reasons to attack seem distant until it happens.
Thought that violence would do anything to make things better in the future and good for any nation is an idea of man that cannot live with what he has got, cannot forgive and let go of hurt, does not want his people to thrive but wants to create a power nation. Mental and physical violence are constant and threatening even to people who read the news somewhere of what is happening over there in Ukraine, Sudan, Eritrea, Egypt, Russia, Afghanistan etc. that violence would ease a pain caused, bring a stable and powerful state, keep people as they are wanted to be, obedient and silent. By using force over anything is a weird thought, that destruction would give power, be a win. Retaliation to bring peace, democracy, equality and respectability. It seems so that religious fanatics cause the most wars, religious fundamentalism, disagreements between religious tribes and camps, religious rights, who has the right to kill in the name of God and what kind of God allows killing in his or her name. Are those war-loving Gods men themselves, bearded and muscular, righteous, ancient and angry. Never giving in nor changing. God that wants us to live the ancient times over and over.

Rites attracting the male attention? Not entirely true.

Big ass movement women standing on their hands legs spread face against the wall, all attention on the large wobbling butts. Acrobatics of asses. It is for me the most outrageous dance move at the moment which of course first caught my attention on music videos of many artists. It repeats, it raises attention and stir. The same reaction of wtf I get of a woman clinging on a fence again legs apart as she is wobbling herself. I don’t know if it is ancient times meeting the future or just pure suburban rage of colored women. They are the ones inventing dance at the moment as ever and they have got the sexiest bodies with figures to show. It is a mind-blowing act, space invading total awareness of one’s sexuality and building it in public. The whole woman is a vulva. Complete stating of self-confidence, claiming of self, expressing creatively without authority by grabbing the obstacles like steel fences, walls and poles (penises to rub against) and take over a sexist state of mind making sexism belong to the target of oppression. This I understand as control. Controlling what kind of pleasure is given, who has the most pleasure and fun is the one who has new tricks. Who owns this body you are watching, why are you watching, I like that you are watching, what do you dare to do fucking pussy.
It is a dazzling moment of I don’t know what to think of this invasion of bodies, but I don’t wish it to go away. It is a kind of street-wise dance revolution. It is purely decadent, pornographic and filthy, willingly. That is where the money is, in stripping, porn, prostitution, music business etc. Was it the first issue of butt dance when women were rubbing their asses against male crotches especially in r&b- and rap-music videos, which I found extremely sexist scenes. Maybe not, phenomenons repeat. Big body parts used as they are looked at to be looked at more without any shame. Dancers imitating sex on dance floor as if we were going back in time when the main reason for dancing was to attract and find a partner to breed, when there was no shame in having sex and liking it.
Ok, I’m a fan.
http://www.laweekly.com/westcoastsound/2012/08/28/meet-brooke-candy-rapper-stripper-warrior