| — | A Facebook friend’s fantastic observation (via lizisbored) |
This is the picture I’m using as my birthday party event photo on facebook.
I’m happy with it.
I have to write an evaluative essay on an article about population growth by tomorrow night, which I was suppose to start mid semester. And then I have to edit together a video.
I LOVE HER!
(Source: sallyintheskywithdiamonds)
Discussing my article with my grandmother, and this argument comes up.
I’ve heard this argument from her before - in the case of sexism against male footballers - yup, she thinks women who scream ‘rape’ in relation to footballers - are being sexist.
And I got into an argument with my mum the other day about the very same article - as she believes aboriginal people have been given lots of good things and they’re not appreciative, so fuck them.
My family is doing well this week…
“I’ve got an entire room dedicated to James Van Der Beek action figures.”
(Source: echofades)
fireworks on the street
all summer
maybe even in the fall
just
fireworks
Whenever Marxisforbros heard fireworks at our old house,he used to shout out : JESUS CHRIST - I FORGOT IT WAS TUESDAY or SHIT, IT’S THE 4TH OF APRIL!!
23.01.11
I had a really interesting discussion about identity, self hate, cultural capital etc with my BFF today and it got me thinking of Margaret Bowland’s selection of paintings of young black girls in white face. When asked to comment on ‘Kenyetta and Brianna’ Bowland that ‘It is a commentary on how women still have to jump through all these hoops to be desirable. These girls are still visible beneath all those layers of crap … they’re still looking back at you.’ I think that a lot of black girls looking at Bowland’s paintings would say that the metaphor transcends beyond the art world. For many black girls Bowland’s paintings are a life metaphor - reflecting a reality where black girls are often marginalised by European standards of beauty. I agree with Cherise Kramarae when she states that ‘For women of color who are viewers, trying to achieve idealised femininity entails not only adjusting or refining one’s body, but also rejecting one’s identity and certain characteristics altogether. To resist this artificial standard is to stand apart from beauty as defined by society’. The frustrating thing for me is that even if you put the fact that there is very little aesthetic diversity across all media platforms to the side, in the black community we impose European standards of beauty on each other with a vengeance. It’s black men that make fun of Alek Wek and it’s black girls arguing about natural hair v relaxer/weave war (e.g ‘These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator’ - Nicki Minaj) etc. It’s this infighting that is the real tragedy.
Somebody told a lie and we believed it.
I love her work.
unreal
Anonymous asked: What's your boyfriend like in bed?
| — | Houston judge Lanny Moriarty • On his decision to sentence a 17-year-old honor student, who (since her parents divorced and both skipped town) has had to work both a full and a part time job just to support two siblings, to spend a day in jail, after she missed school recently. Diane Tran, who also takes dual-credit college-level courses, says that she’s often so tired that she finds it difficult to wake up for school. But that didn’t sway Moriarty, who chose to make an example of Tran. If you think this sucks, we direct you to this Change.org petition. (via shortformblog) Trying to live up to the name ‘Moriarty’, I suppose? (via imaurel) They probably should let them all go, actually. (via dotcomslashpost) The state of Texas is sentencing a young girl to a night of jail for being too emotionally and physically exhausted to go to school. The institutions that are to provide resources to youth and ensure justice are punishing her with a $100 fine and a criminal record. What the actual fuck? |
remember when inflatable furniture was the coolest?
i’m bringing that back
I went to the Melbourne Show when I was ten just so I could pick up the showbag with all the inflatable furniture. It was purple, there was a couch, a pillow, a footrest and a dog. I got it home and set it up in my room, it just fit between my bed and my set of shelves which housed my Playstation and my black and white television - and no the playstation didn’t work with the black and white TV… the only way to change the channel on that TV - which previously belonged to my Ama, was to use a pair of pliers. Eventually I chucked the pliers on to the inflatable couch and it left a huge gash, which meant the end of the dream, and the end of an era.
I was letting Kolker stretch her legs around the car park at a petrol station pit stop, along the freeway.
I’m assuming they called me a slang word for Muslim, because I was wearing a long skirt..and a beanie, and because muslims are known for taking good care of their dogs…
