Welcome to my short form Tumblr blog. My name is Flavia Tamara Dzodan, I am a business developer, writer, public speaker, ideas instigator, content creator, media facilitator and trend watcher living in Amsterdam.
This Tumblr is about the spaces and intersections between politics, culture, race and gender matters with some humor and pop culture thrown in the mix.
My long reads blog is Red Light Politics.
I also blog at Tiger Beatdown.
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I’ve decided that I am not even going to try to catch up on Tumblr since Friday. Nope. Not gonna do it.
So, did anything important...
Just got a job offer? I know the company, it has a good reputation. And awesome downtown offices.But it’s not quite my style - their...
Heroism in the Supermarket:
Vitamin Water wants me to believe that drinking their sugary concoction will help to make me a superhero rather than...
…and The Onion for the win, forever.
Tl;dr: All 10 ways are “Revolutionary Terror.”
(via TheNoobYorker)
These women were totally awesome. Total girl crush!

I just got an email advertising the conference “Africa Works”. The first sentence in their website illustrates the premise behind the event:
Africa in the 21th century has already proven to be the source of endless possibilities and trends. In the first decade of the 21st century, the perception of Africa has changed dramatically from being the ‘hopeless continent’ to being a continent of ‘lion economies’, analogous to the Asian tigers.
“African lions”! “Asian Tigers!”. And of course, because I love to look for context, I checked who’s in the board of the Netherlands-African Business Council organizing this. And then I shook my head to the point of dislocation.
How post is this colonial gaze?
Yesterday I attended the book launches for Changing Perspectives & UNFIXED, two different projects that seek to interrogate art in a post colonial framework. The topics of the books themselves interest me less for this particular post than the round table/ debate that followed the presentations by the book editors. For this debate, they invited three rather important names in the Northern European arts scene: Leen Beijers, Coordinator of the Museum aan de Stroom (MAS) in Antwerp, Belgium; Jonathan Harris, Director of Research at Winchester School of Art in the UK and Els van der Plas, from the Dutch Platform for Design and Fashion and the first managing director (now no longer part of the organization) of the Prince Claus Fund, quite possibly, the most important Dutch non governmental institution to manage subsidies and grants for artists and institutions from around the world.
Mr. Harris gave a presentation about globalization in the art world where he treated us to all sorts of rhetorical pirouettes, including profuse mentions of the Cold War in the context of post colonialism, but he carefully avoided even mentioning both the Dutch and British colonial pasts. Which, you know, left some of us scratching our heads because how can you even start to address globalization and post colonial analysis if you won’t even mention the slave trade as one of the founding moments of globalized capitalism, with the transatlantic trade of African bodies as means of production?
Later on, Ms. van der Plas, in response to how can the Dutch art world move forward in the context of post colonial theory, said that, for her, “the world had always been post colonial because the Chinese had been invading other lands for millennia and other civilizations had also been colonizing neighboring territories so, she believed that we had been post colonial for ever”. Yes. Do not roll your eyes as they might come out of their sockets.
So, since we were in a museum, a Dutch institution that is in charge of what I usually refer to as “the administration of knowledge” (both as an institution that produces knowledge in the form of symposia, books, seminars, etc and in the sense that the curating process is an administration of knowledge by itself), I took a look around in the room where all these debates about the post colonial gaze were taking place. Currently, the museum is hosting an exhibition by three Dutch artists: Bart Groenendaal, Stefan Ruitenbeek and Quinsy Gario. The room had been stripped of all the exhibition items to make space for the chairs and the stage where the debate was taking place. In doing so, the organizers arranged the platform so that the event could be filmed and, to do so, they removed the name of one of the artists who was part of the exhibition, Quinsy Gario’s. Now, because we are in a museum and because this administration of knowledge is neither innocent, nor ideology free, I should point to the most telling and substantial aspect in this name erasing exercise: of the three artists, the only name that was covered and erased was Gario’s. Also, of all the three artists, the only one of Color, a Dutch Black man who interrogates the Dutch self perception as a sexually open and tolerant nation. In the context of these debates about the post colonial gaze, about the role of “the subaltern” in art production, the symbolic value of this single name erasure does not escape me.
And “unpublishable”. Those were the words of two editors from two separate major media outlets in The Netherlands in response to something I co-wrote about racism in this country, as a social ecosystem (leaving out incriminating details to protect the innocent). And to think we had even tried to simplify our ideas to make them more accessible for a general audience.
Maybe this should now be my byline?
My Tumblr posts are not always very well thought out (well, not that my non Tumblr posts are, but that’s another topic altogether). I sometimes respond to comments on the fly and don’t necessarily flesh out style or proper paragraph breaks. My Tumblr posts sometimes contain typos or kinda broken grammar (especially if I am working with sources in a language other than English and translating them as I type). However, even though some of the posts can have a draft-like quality, I do consider the words I use. So, yesterday I vented about the European boycott over the Eurovision Song Festival. Now, I fully acknowledge that it wasn’t a ground breaking post or super meaningful or even all that original. It was written in a couple of minutes just to share immediacy, to express something that was relevant to yesterday’s news cycle.
In the post I used the expression “these Othered bodies” to refer to the way the EU deals with undocumented immigrants and internment camps. This wasn’t a typo. This wasn’t a mistake or something that I misused. This was fully intentional and central to my politics. So, when someone reblogs this post and changes the expression to “these other bodies”, they are actually changing the very basis of my politics. I know it is a trivial and a small issue, pretty inconsequential, etc. However, it is worth noting that these changes in meaning (which we cannot control) are also of a political nature. And I’d say not exactly free of ideology either.
I read this Guardian review of his latest exhibition in London and all I have is a visual recreation of my reaction:

“Several dozen masked individuals attacked the first sanctioned gay demonstration in St. Petersburg and vented their anger on migrant workers after police drove the gays from the scene.”
Attack on Gays in St. Petersburg Spreads to Migrant Workers | Society | RIA Novosti
From the article:
Police moved quickly and placed all the gays on a bus, which then drove off.
The frustrated homophobes attacked another bus stopped at a traffic light that they mistook for the departed vehicle. But the bus was carrying migrant workers from Central Asia. The attackers hurled stones at the bus and somebody tossed smoke bombs on the road in front of it. They also broke windows and started beating the passengers.
There were no police in the area during the bus attack. Police said later they were accompanying the bus with the gay activists.
The police wouldn’t actually think to appease the homophobes by letting them take their rage on the “less valuable” brown bodies employed for manual labor, would they? Also, I love the lack of commentary on the chance that in that bus full of Asian migrants, there might as well be queer folks.
And then, right below the story, there is this comment:
LGBT people cannot destroy Russia. That is such sillyness [SIC]. If you want more babies pay Ethiopians to have your babies through IVF.
I just can’t.
14kgoldnyc replied to your photo: I am out of Smints and this is a disgrace. Also,…
Are these like Altoids?
Kinda in that they are small minty lozenges. I prefer them to Altoids though because the flavor is slightly less intense.

iamthecrime replied to your video: Just a reminder: tonight is the first Eurovision…
Plus there’s this matter: humanrightswatch.tumblr…
True. However, I am kind of exhausted with Europe presenting itself as a beacon of freedom and consequently, Europeans “boycotting” stuff to feel good about “doing something”. My contempt over this stems from the fact that the EU supports and upholds more detention camps than any other governing body in the world. These detention camps for undocumented migrants and asylum seekers are presented as a “necessity”, while Europeans point fingers at Azerbaijan for being so oppressive. Now, here is the thing, I have absolutely no doubt that Azerbaijan engages in oppressive practices and State policies. However, I am done with Europe’s supposed “moral superiority” while people die under the care of official institutions and when those deaths are neither reported or downplayed because these Othered bodies are not worth protecting, cherishing or being cared for. So, under that light, I side eye these boycotts as diverting tactics that continue the endless marketing campaign of Europe as a champion of human rights, which is simply a lie.
Just a reminder: tonight is the first Eurovision semi-final, when they pick bunch of countries to compete at the big Eurovision final on Saturday. This hot mess, in headdress and everything is representing The Netherlands. Even if I did not look at the headdress disaster (or if I had never seen the video and only heard the song), this is awful. Bland and inane pop of the kind that puts me to sleep. Bah.
Point out that there are deep rooted racist depiction in porn that are hardly ever addressed by sex positive feminists, be told to STAY AWAY FROM MY SEXUALITY!!!@@@###$!!!!!
Had to take time off because I had to lead a workshop this past Saturday (it went great, and I was surprised at how crowded it was) but now I feel meh. It’s like going back to a job you dislike after a vacation. I suppose I am mostly put off by trivial infighting, the endless loop of call out culture (did anyone ever change their ways by being called out? No, I am not asking, just wondering here because I mostly operate under the assumption that nobody changes their mind through reading stuff on the internet; those who already believed something or were inclined to a certain mindset will deepen their understanding, those who are far off the spectrum will just disagree and move on). And I guess I am kind of burned out from Tumblr. I am not leaving Tumblr or anything like that, just venting here so, you know… a bit of navel gazing (what is Tumblr for if I cannot indulge in navel gazing?)
I’ve been invited to speak at the Humanity in Action Fellowship Program (which is an international program for graduates and young professionals that has produced great research about racial issues both in The Netherlands and abroad), so I am thinking of my presentation in a couple of weeks. I am also working on a project for a multi voiced, collective, European media site focused on issues of racism and social analysis of racial issues. So, you know, I am kinda overwhelmed and as usual, dealing with my lack of focus. And the internet does not help with that much. Meh.
Just spotted this new ad campaign in Amsterdam’s Leidseplein. Because nothing says “Barbecue and a touch of hot flavor” like an Indian Prince and Princess, right?
That page that cannot be found? IT’S MY ENTIRE FREAKING TUMBLR! AAAARGH
I got the weirdest error message involving suspicious activity in my account and an instruction to reset my password. After I did so, all the customizations, my theme, my settings were gone. WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME? WHY DO COMPUTERS AND SERVERS CONSPIRE AGAINST ME? HAAAALP EVEN MY OWN TUMBLR WANTS TO ABANDON ME!
No, but really, I hope this is fixed because I dread the mere thought of having to reconfigure everything again. Ugh.
I didn’t write anything about Avengers since I saw it a week ago, but whatever, this is timeless and not bound by “date of exposure”. So, under the cut so as not to spoil it for those who might not have seen it yet.
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