Zodiac Signs As A Holiday, Leo - Christmas.
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BRINGING THIS BACK FOR SATURDAY
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(maybe worst) thing that has ever happened to me
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Why I Will Not Join You in the Color Run
[Please bear in mind that I am not Hindu, therefore this is going to be more “Why the Run Makes Me Uncomfortable and I Won’t Participate” and not “Why the Run is a Horrific Awful Thing that Shouldn’t Exist.” That isn’t my call to make.]
After reblogging a link to the article “Dye-ing Culture,” I received a lot of questions about why the Color Run is problematic. The short answer is that this is a form of cultural appropriation.
We have to remember that this entire situation exists within the context of colonialism. There was a huge period of time in modern history where India was under British Imperial rule. The British pillaged Indian society for it’s “exotic” value, exploiting every possible aspect for their own monetary benefit. What wasn’t deemed as valuable was then stamped out so that the British could push their own culture and convictions onto the natives.
For many of us in the USA, this may seem like unrelated history, but it is still incredibly relevant to the way that both Hinduism and Indian cultural practices are interpreted today. After all, India’s independence only occurred in 1947.That is not a long time ago! There are still people who were alive during India’s colonial period and suffered from the direct effects of cultural imperialism.
Many Hindu communities had difficulty practicing festivals like Holi because of white interference. Even now, non-Christian religions continue to face huge amounts of discrimination and even violence. The difference here is that when (primarily) white people find Holi’s colored powder to be fun and silly, and they seek to commercialize it by charging people to participate, it’s somehow an acceptable and trendy event. But rather than celebrate Holi as it’s intended to be, organizations like the Color Run have picked and chosen the aspects that seem fun while stripping them of their religious and cultural significance. You cannot remove such a huge aspect of the festival and still expect it to retain its significance and respect.
The Color Run plays directly into this history by using some very specific practices and wording. Throwing the colored powder onto your friends and new acquaintances is the biggest one. But phrases like “the Color Festival” and “your gray outlook will turn green like a spring morning” are huge nods to Holi without actually giving credit where it is due.
The run doesn’t raise appreciation for Holi because no where does the organization educate people about Holi. As the article stated, the Color Run website doesn’t mention any of the religious or cultural significance, nor even the Hindu history behind the celebration. It’s harmful to downplay the importance and influence that Holi has had on the Run - By failing to acknowledge where this celebration with colored powder came from, the Run is erasing the many contributions that people of color have given to modern society.
The cultural commodification of minorities is a huge area of academic study right now. If anyone else would like to step in to discuss it, whether to give personal examples or explain the theory more clearly, I’d appreciate it quite a bit.
So it isn’t that the Color Run is a horrible horrible event that’s run by repulsive racists. It’s that when we look at the historical relationship between Indian Hindus and Western white society, it is the Hindu who constantly have their heritage and culture stolen without permission or proper credit, only to see it watered down and removed of its intended significance. The Color Run is just one theft in a long line of many. It has the potential to be very inclusive, respectful and informative while still retaining all of its joy and wonder, but the organizations that plan runs like this have yet to take any steps forward.
Magical Books’ covers: “Hogwarts, A History”
Reminder how much Walmart takes from taxpayers, even those who don’t shop there. (via @sarah_clem)
Also a reminder that many people on public assistance have jobs. Keep that in mind next time some GOP empty suit tries to play the “lazy colored people” card.
#FuckWalmart this Christmas season
Marina Sirtis talks about Deanna Troi and the inverse relation between cleavage and brains in TNG
There are certain rules in Hollywood. One of the rules is not written anywhere, but you just know: if you’re doing an action-adventure show, you gotta have chicks on the show for the boys to look at when they’re not blowing up other spaceships. Second rule: if the chick has a cleavage, she cannot have a brain.
So, [after wearing a uniform in the first episode] I got a cleavage, and all my gray matter departed. Which was sad, because originally (I know this is gonna shock you), Troi was supposed to be the brains of the Enterprise. So when the cleavage came, all that left, and I became decorative, like a potted palm on the bridge.
Then of course came the second season, and I was the only young one left. We had me and we had Diana, and so I had to become all things to all men. And so I got the red outfit, and and then we got the lilac outfit and then we got the green dress. Under the green dress I got to wear a corset, a satin corset, with bones in, like Scarlet O’Hara.
Now, as you know, with a corset everything gets pushed up or down. What was pushed down was kind of enclosed in the skirt and what was pushed up was enclosed in what I named “the Industrial Strength Starfleet Brassiere”, which was a wonder of modern engineering. I mean, I used to take it off at night and go "oh blimey, where did they go?". In fact, we had guest stars - and I’m no Twiggy - who would come and see me in the morning as Marina and then they would see me two hours later as Troi, and they’d go to costume and go "I want that bra!"
So then we got to season six, and there was the episode “Chain of Command" where we were trying out the new captain, Captain Jellico (just in case Patrick wanted too much money for next season, we were auditioning other captains), and he said to Troi “Go put on a uniform”. And lo and behold, there was one in her closet. So I put it on, and by then I was skinny, and the director and all the producers were like "she looks good in that, why wasn’t she been wearing that for the last six years?"
So I started to wear my spacesuit. I was thrilled to finally be in a spacesuit. First of all, my pips - cause I had a rank, you know. And then, it was very flattering actually, it looked really good.
Suddenly, I was smart again. My cleavage had gone. My gray matter came flooding back. I was on away teams! I was the leader of one away team! I had a medical tricorder! And unlike Beverly, I seemed to know what was wrong with people.
And, in this one particular episode, where we were on the Romulan ship - because suddenly I am the expert in Romulan technology - I had this line: "That’s impossible. The Romulans use an artificial quantum singularity as their power source". Who did I say it to? Geordi and Data! They didn’t know this. To be honest, when we were shooting the scene and I was saying the line, I was sneaking looks to my right and left to make sure they hadn’t developed a cleavage while I wasn’t looking.
~ The brilliant and hilarious Marina Sirtis at DragonCon 2010: Star Trek TNG Panel (Abridged from this video. The panel begins here, go check it out, it’s totally worth it).
Americans and Mexicans playing volleyball over the border in Arizona
the only thing a “border” is good for
so embarrassed I don’t wanna talk about it
I refuse to blur this mans name, because this is beautiful
It’s funny that no one has complained about how other mannequins condone anorexia.
Posts like this confuse me because in an attempt to combat body-shaming, it marginalizes bodies anyway by claiming sizes 12-16 as “normal.”
Bodies are bodies, and women’s bodies are so diverse. All the women in my family each have a different “type”; there is no uniform shape, and trying to live up to one and make our bodies try to fit into shapes they aren’t meant to twist into can be harmful.
So listen to your body and understand its beauty, whether you are a double zero like my cousin, or a size 12 like myself. Love your body, because it loves you. And please don’t try to tell me what a “normal body” is supposed to look like.
Dear revisionists, Mandela will never, ever be your minstrel. Over the next few days you will try so, so hard to make him something he was not, and you will fail. You will try to smooth him, to sandblast him, to take away his Malcolm X. You will try to hide his anger from view. Right now, you are anxiously pacing the corridors of your condos and country estates, looking for the right words, the right tributes, the right-wing tributes. You will say that Mandela was not about race. You will say that Mandela was not about politics. You will say that Mandela was about nothing but one love, you will try to reduce him to a lilting reggae tune. ‘Let’s get together, and feel alright.’ Yes, you will do that. You will make out that apartheid was just some sort of evil mystical space disease that suddenly fell from the heavens and settled on all of us, had us all, black or white, in its thrall, until Mandela appeared from the ether to redeem us. You will try to make Mandela a Magic Negro and you will fail. You will say that Mandela stood above all for forgiveness whilst scuttling swiftly over the details of the perversity that he had the grace to forgive.
Nelson Mandela was not a god, floating elegantly above us and saving us. He was utterly, thoroughly human, and he did all he did in spite of people like you. There is no need to name you because you know who you are, we know who you are, and you know we know that too. You didn’t break him in life, and you won’t shape him in death.—
Excerpts from his brilliant essay Mandela Will Never, Ever Be Your Minstrel. I love that he included Bob Marley’s lyrics, because he too like so many very much so human yet very much so remarkable people have been turned into memes and reframed to serve White supremacy and make the status quo and the State comfortable, literally what these people were fighting or singing or marching or writing or speaking etc. against.
When sentiment doesn’t allow for complexity and seeks to serve White supremacy, it cannot respect Mandela’s legacy. It cannot respect Black lives. It cannot be truthful in relation to justice—the justice still needed today for the racism and oppression that still thrives today.
Nelson Mandela was a human being and a complex one who fought with people, not alone, for a justice that cannot be separated from both the desire for peace and the necessity of self-defense from the State, both unity and the reality of racism so virulent and so pungent that we still smell and experience that stench today. His enemies—people who wanted him imprisoned or dead—are the same ones (literally, by name, in some cases) who are desperate and thirsty to reframe his life and legacy in a way where “peaceful” means “sought White approval; didn’t believe in self-defense.” Let’s remember him for who he actually was and what he did, with all of its complicated, difficult, radical and glorious complexity.(via gradientlair)