in my experience, white people love white people jokes, but it’s a very particular type of white people joke where it’s more like “look at me implicitly affirming my “otherness” by acknowledging your whiteness” as opposed to “white people, no.” y’know? you say things like, “white people” at a gathering where someone blasts Taylor Swift and the PoC (if you’re not the only one) are outnumbered in the room, and they love it. like, I think it makes them feel like they’re in on something with you and super progressive for being able to laugh at themselves, only no, because it stops the second you casually explicitly drop a joke that exposes the screw-ups. they laugh “with” you laughing at how they can’t take spicy food, but you’re out of line when you get into the spice trade, colonisation, reframing the way we look at foreign cuisine in popular culture to suit their palates etc. they’re okay with being the deserving butt of the joke, but on their terms. and it just makes me incredibly sceptical of a lot of white people who laugh along, because if I make a white people joke, I sure as hell don’t do it so you can use it as evidence of how down with me you are.
it reminds me of when I’d make jokes related to being Indian in secondary school, not self-deprecating or aimed at others, but as shared expressions of shared experiences. and the white girls who laughed along were the same ones who couldn’t take being called out, and I’m sure people laughing at you when you think they’re laughing with you sucks, but there are few things that unnerve me more than people laughing at you who think themselves they’re laughing with you.
but those are like internet groupie stories? every rock musician has those. is there like a case against him or a person that actually came forth to accuse him? thanks for answering, google isn't helping me!
no, there isn’t a legal case against him
but no, ‘every’ rock musician does not have stories like those. and maybe the ones that do are rapists????
like, i believe those girls. if you don’t you can fuck off
“[T]here are female Conservative MPs who are happy to call themselves feminists. Why, they even wear T-shirts saying that they’re feminists, just so that we know. I saw a photo of Theresa May wearing one, right, and on the front, it said, ‘This is what a feminist looks like.’ And on the back of her one, it said, ‘Not really! I’m a Tory!’ And then underneath that, it said, ‘I axed the Health In Pregnancy Grant. I closed Sure Start Centres.’ That one had a smiley face next to it. ‘I cut child benefit and slashed tax credits. I shut down shelters for battered wives and children. I cut rape counselling and legal aid.’ Winking face. ‘I closed down all twenty-three specialist domestic violence courts. I cut benefits for disabled children. I tried to amend the Abortion Act so that women received one-to-one abortion counselling from the Pope before they go ahead with it. LOL.’ The back is much longer than the front, by the way. It’s a tailcoat, basically. The new Tory feminists are wearing tailcoats.”—Bridget Christie, episode 2 of Radio 4’s Bridget Christie Minds The Gap (via stalungrad)
“I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.”—
I’ve been consistent with my water drinking and skincare regime these past few weeks, only my hayfever was the rudest it has ever been a couple days ago, and I was out so had to make do with barely balmed tissues all day. and now my nose has just submitted to my usual levels of general crustiness. it’s okay because if you focus on the middle of my face and draw back, I do actually get progressively less reptilian, but for now.
for now I’m gonna have a bowl of leftover biryani and maybe some mango pulp. this is the latest gif that speaks to me:
i sometimes question what we consider ‘eurocentric features’ when it comes to PoC. Like i get that people (even myself) consider things like slender noses, light colored eyes, straight long hair, and lighter skin in some ways ‘eurocentric’ but its like there are plenty PoC have those features naturally and have had them forever. It makes me feel weird when I hear people say things like ‘oh jourdan dunn is a top model right now because she has eurocentric features, she looks like a white girl with dark skin’ or ‘beyonce/rihanna/any light skin wit light eyes fits eurocentric beauty standards’ even though i totally understand and agree (on the surface any way because yes we know whites favor those features as opposed to other features PoC have) but its like i wonder who decided that these features where eurocentric?
especially when there are european people who don’t have light eyes and straight hair and slender noses, heck some of them don’t even have light skin and are considered ‘tan’ or ‘swarthy’.
like who decided those types of features belong to white people so much that they should always be associated with whiteness even tho not all white people look like that and there are so many PoC who have had those features for just as long as white people (not even talking about mixed poc)
idk it boggles my mind.
like who started that?
I was thinking about this the other day a lot. I get so annoyed when people say someone has eurocentric features, when really what they have are features that fit the white standardof beauty. but most people have gotten into this very gross habit of applying narrow/thin features and looser hair textures with white people; esp black americans, bc I think we have a very narrow view of what other black people look like and we tend to think our features are universal, and when other black people in the diaspora don’t have those, we other them and tell them they look like other races/ethnicities
if I take a really long time to reply to a compliment on here, like, a message or post comment, it’s not because I’m ignoring you or anything, I just crumple at the sweetness and take forever to come up with a response that adequately sums up how happy it made me without sounding like I wanna lean over your shoulder and just rub my face on yours.
I woke up from a nap and realised my mum made biryani for dinner, and now I’m having a white chocolate magnum, and my sister gave me three nail polishes albeit ones she didn’t like after buying on impulse, and my heart feels like this.
I just feel like turquoise is the hardest colour to put across. turquoise jewellery. is this aesthetic sparkling mermaid emerging from crisp lagoon, or grandmother in m&s finding some comfortable per una slacks and a dairy milk purple wraparound shirt for the office party? we’ll never know.
some things on here, like the last post I just reblogged, I wonder if I’m overstepping any boundaries? like, there are a lot of instances where I feel like some things just aren’t yours to take on, you just listen, and I guess it gets blurred a little when it addresses a harmful attitude that people who aren’t in that community have. because if you’re not in that community, you need to hear that stuff and be an active participant in stopping other people in the same position as you. but also some things just aren’t yours, so if I ever do overstep any boundaries or if I ever do something detrimental to you, you can tell me, and please do. x
eh, i don’t like when people be like “black girls watch out cause white girls getting booty these days” cause to a black girl’s ears it kinda sounds like “watch out because your only value is your fetishized body and once that’s gone you’ll truly be worthless”
Tell me when was the last time you ever spoke with an Islamophobe who seemed genuinely interested in helping combat misogyny in not only Muslim, but all communities in a productive and non vouyeristic manner instead of smugly citing Muslim womens’ struggles as a backdrop to proliferate racial hatred - which, you guessed it - assists Muslim women in no way.
I ended up telling my mum about the general shitstorm that was second year, and how it’s the real reason I wanna take a year off, because things are better but I feel like I’m making up for lost time. like, we were talking last night and then I just came out with everything and started crying which was kind of embarrassing but really relieving, and she just gave me a big hug and was really supportive and told me she can handle anything in the world and I can always talk to her, which is obviously a lie because she’d keel over in a second if I told her about this past term, but she doesn’t need to know everything lol. it was nice. and it was really sunny today and we went out shopping and stopped for ice cream and she bought me some make-up I ran out of, and I told her I’ve been wanting to start a YT channel for a while, and she was really supportive of that too. and like, there’s still things to be fixed and dealt with, but I have a really clear head now, and maybe it won’t last, but I think I’m getting the hang of not letting potential future upset invalidate whatever happiness there is now. and my hair is super soft and the nails on my toes look pretty.
sometimes I wonder if maybe I’m telling myself I’m not a “believer”, and whenever I feel like something’s missing, maybe it is religion. like, the feeling fades pretty quickly when I think about it, and I suppose it has failed every time I’ve really tried to force it, but I think I get it. I’ve been wondering a lot what things would be like if I was that sort of person and had that sort of life.
Saying things like “we’ve gone from white hoods to business suits” is one way to seem to speak to contemporary racism’s less vocal, yet still insidious nature. But it does a disservice to the public understanding of racism, and in the process undercuts the mission of drawing attention to contemporary racism’s severity.
It wasn’t the KKK that wrote the slave codes. It wasn’t the armed vigilantes who conceived of convict leasing, postemancipation. It wasn’t hooded men who purposefully left black people out of New Deal legislation. Redlining wasn’t conceived at a Klan meeting in rural Georgia. It wasn’t “the real racists” who bulldozed black communities in order to build America’s highway system. The Grand Wizard didn’t run COINTELPRO in order to dismantle the Black Panthers. The men who raped black women hired to clean their homes and care for their children didn’t hide their faces.
The ones in the hoods did commit violent acts of racist terrorism that shouldn’t be overlooked, but they weren’t alone. Everyday citizens participated in and attended lynchings as if they were state fairs, bringing their children and leaving with souvenirs. These spectacles, if not outright endorsed, were silently sanctioned by elected officials and respected members of the community.
It’s easy to focus on the most vicious and dramatic forms of racist violence faced by past generations as the site of “real” racism. If we do, we can also point out the perpetrators of that violence and rightly condemn them for their actions. But we can’t lose sight of the fact that those individuals alone didn’t write America’s racial codes. It’s much harder to talk about how that violence was only reinforcing the system of political, economic and cultural racism that made America possible. That history indicts far more people, both past and present.
easter/spring break started three weeks ago, and term starts next monday (or tuesday, technically). I wanted to use this holiday to just be really good to myself, like, eat and sleep well, get back into the routine of drinking lots of water daily, being consistent with oiling my hair and doing face masks etc. I have, and I’ve noticed the difference, like minus the allergic reaction this morning which has gone down pretty well, my skin has cleared up, my hair feels a little healthier, I have more energy and that. but I have this voice at the back of my head reminding me how badly I fucked up academically last term, and I feel like I should have just let myself be really unhappy and useless because what’s the point of feeling good if I failed so spectacularly otherwise?
and like, I know it’s ridiculous, because anything I can do to feel happy is worth it, but I still feel like I must have some nerve painting my nails and deep conditioning my hair when I couldn’t even do an essay worth so much of my final grade. I dunno. I just hate feeling like I’m in limbo until other things are sorted out, and having to wait there. but if I can’t do anything about it, I might as well make the most of the time I have until then. so I’m going to paint the nails on my toes some spring colours and start the reading for this other essay and try to be really good to myself, still.
I’m pretty sure I have oral allergy syndrome or something, because I get these rash flare-ups on my hands and super itchy in my mouth and throat whenever I eat and handle certain nuts and a lot of raw/fresh vegetables and fruits, especially carrots, apples, nectarines, potatoes and that. my sister went to Scotland recently and bought this bunch of handmade soaps, so I used one to lather up and shave my legs half an hour ago, and the front said it was really gentle and could be used as a face soap, so I tried it, only
I am a dipshit
and didn’t read the ingredients
so guess who now has mild hives all over their cheeks and legs?