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Reblogged from reckless-relentless
“My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was. I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy.
Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of” - My Medical Choice by Angelina Jolie, New York Times (14 May, 2013)
Reblogged from myownofme
Madonna should be include in this since she started that whole craze in the 1990s.
When I see posts like this I get really frustrated. I have no cultural roots, because I am a fucking american. I don’t have a colorful native land, I have consumerism. If I am to paint myself up to look beautiful it is suggested that I cake on makeup like a pin-up girl. I am not allowed to borrow from other cultures because I’m not part of them. On the flip side, if I discourage other cultures who want to copy my stupidfuckingamericanshit, I’m being disrespectful about the choices they’re making.
I just want to run around in a sari, paint my face like an african woman’s, do my hair up like a geisha, and pretend that I’m a beautiful woman from another culture. I mean them no disrespect. I just love their beauty so much that I want to emulate it.
How. Is. That. Wrong.
BECAUSE YOU DIMWIT IT IS RACIST AND YOU CAN APPRECIATE THE CULTURE WITHOUT BEING A FUCKING DUMBASS AND PAINT YOUR OWN FACE BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE BLACK JESUS CHRIST
and every damn person in this world has consumerism, america isn’t a wasteland of just material shit smh you need to stop exotifying other cultures
you cant ~pretend~ to be another culture without making a caricature and stereotyped version of it. appreciate the culture all you want but when you want to do blackface which is literally the most racist shit ever in order to glorify women you need to stop
Tragicblessing, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re white, right? Which means your cultural roots are in Europe. Just because you don’t have some “exotic” or “colorful” culture (which would be incorrect since there are all kinds of cultures and histories in Europe, but for some reason, a lot of culture appropriators think that), doesn’t mean you get to pilfer other people’s because you want to look cute. You mean no respect, but your statement pretty much proves you don’t mind being disrespectful. You just want everyone to be okay with it with so you can keep doing what you’re doing.
My culture is NOT interchangeable w/ other cultures from sub-Saharan Africa or East Asia. You want to appreciate Indian culture? Then fucking study some Hindi or Tamil, read South Asian novels, support Desi artists (such as ME!!!), writers, filmmakers, and learn all about South Asian cultures and histories. And do NOT, DO NOT PUT MY CULTURE IN THE SAME GROUP WITH MILLIONS OF OTHER CULTURES FROM AFRICA OR ASIA. How dare you think it’s OK to interchange and treat our cultures like it’s some fashion statement? Do you have any idea about the THOUSANDS of languages and cultures in India alone?
And no, you are NOT allowed to wear the saree, bindi, sindoor, tikka, or any other Indian clothes because you are NOT a part of my culture.
And guess what? I admire Mexican, Native American, Central American, Indigenous, and South American cultures yet I have NO DESIRE to copy their styles or wear their clothes. Because I know that’s DISRESPECTFUL.
Rather, I appreciate other cultures by SUPPORTING their people and their communities and their artistic works, and their social outreach projects.
P.S dipshit, many women of color all around the world plaster their faces with a lot of make-up and wear pin-up style fashion. Oh the horror.
“Paint my face like an African woman?”
Which African woman oyinbo?
Because Africa is a continent with over 60+ countries, thousands of ethnic groups, sub-ethnic groups, languages, and cultures/traditions/customs.
I mean…if you want to do your face like some deranged bush woman, please do so we know to avoid your ass. Mtcheeeeew.
“Pretend that I’m a woman from another culture.” Uh, you sure you want to deal with that? Getting shit on for not just being a woman, but also a person of color is honestly really fucking shitty (not going to go into how black women have it a lot worse than I do).. so, by all means, if you can somehow turn into a woc, please go right ahead. I’d like to see how you cope with the shit we’re handed on a daily basis, and I’d like to see you continue to spout bullshit like how much you want to “emulate” our beauty in the midst of all that. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people, ugh.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
Reblogged from imperfeklycool
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons."
Reblogged from nic0lllette
J.K. Rowling (via dearscarlet)