Last week I started a petition requesting that Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert (or anyone, really) stop making transphobic jokes on The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. You can read all about it here and here.
Today, with the help of my friends (Thank you for being a friend, Ryan!) and despite my inferior spelling skills (No Thank you for being a fiend, Autocorrect!), we flew past our initial goal of 100 signatures.
Onward and upward. Tomorrow’s goal is the front page of change.org, so I’m thinking 50,000-100,000 signatures would be fine. Seriously though, 100K signatures would be awesome but it will probably take more than a day or two, so let’s say 1000 is next. In the meantime, please continue to share the petition far and wide. I will continue to work on making sure that your voices reach the decision makers. Also, I have no idea what I am doing. If you’ve run a successful petition or similar project and have some protips, I will listen.
Jon, Stephen, Sumner, I know you read my blog so please allow me to share just a few of the many excellent, relevant, perspective-inducing, comments on the petition:
I’m a veteran, a liberal, and a transsexual woman. It bothers me that Mr Stewart and Mr. Colbert are so willing to respect me for my term of military service while simultaneously thoughtless enough to disrespect me and other trans people on a regular basis. I don’t believe they do this out of malice, but I think this kind of humor is beneath them and inconsistent with their politics.
Jokes made at the expense of marginalized and vulnerable people, and which reinforce pernicious myths about them, are cheap, easy jokes. The proper targets of satire–as you should know, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert–are the complacent, comfortable and powerful, not the vulnerable and disenfranchised. Please don’t resort to lazy humour which devalues and endangers the lives of those who are its targets.
Several people I love and hold in greatest esteem have been physically and emotionally assaulted because of their gender orientation. I strongly believe that everyone has the responsibility to end transphobia.
These are such intelligent guys that are doing a whole lot of good- I’m sure they only need to be aware of this to change it for the better. I respect them immensely and doubt they’re being intentionally hateful, but this is important to be aware of.
“Satire” should punch up, not further hurt and marginalized people who are already treated as less-than-human by much of society. Telling transphobic jokes is not progressive, it’s not cool, it’s not funny.
I’m a transwoman. I watch your shows. I like your shows. But these things make me feel bad about being who i am. And i just want you to realize that what you are saying isn’t funny, just hurtful.
I’m a trans woman and frequent Colbert Report and Daily Show viewer. I love the commentary and humor but hate never knowing if I’m going to be dehumanized for a cheap laugh.
I’m a transgender person who regularly views both shows, although I honestly watch Colbert less now because of his frequent use of transphobic humor. I’d like to see more of Stewart’s segments mocking transphobic bigots, rather than more segments where we’re the punchline for a cheap joke. Remember, there’s a lot of scared, closeted trans teenagers watching your shows, and those little jokes can do more damage than someone who hasn’t gone through it can possibly imagine.
Good comedy punches up. Bullies punch down.
Yo guys if you could help spread this around and sign it, it’s kind of a big deal. These guys are sort of held as the epitome of what being a good “progressive” is in this country, and if they can get away with throwing tr*nny out as often as they do, then they’re setting an example that says casual transphobia is not just A-OK, but cute and funny.
Love takes so much courage. It takes so much strength to love people in your life without worry or fear. In my immediate family I see the fear of loosing each other and the fear of seeing each other sad. But it’s beautiful and it holds us together. The hardships I see them go through are unbearable sometime. What can I do?
I’m falling in love with someone really special. Someone so pure and genuine, every time we’re close I feel this surge of energy like we’re a circuit that’s just been complete as we radiate off each others joy.
I’m SO lucky for the people in my life that I love so much.
I’m on a dark smelly bus making this tumblr note for my lack of pen and paper! Ahhg! So many emotions! Goodnite
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
”—“A Myth of Devotion,” Louise Glück (via mirroir)
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“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is— particularly the artist— particularly myself!”—Herman Hesse (via fuckyeahexistentialism)