If I’m nannying your kid for more than 30 minutes you need to give me your wifi password! That’s just rude!
Before she became known as the “replacement” mom on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Daphne Maxwell Reid was the first African American woman named Homecoming Queen at Northwestern University and the first Black woman to grace the cover of Glamour Magazine.
I met her at a NU homecoming event. she shared with us the racism she experienced at our school. how her first roommate saw her walk into the dorm room and stormed out because she didn’t want to live with a nigger. how when she won the crown for homecoming, the president of the university refused to place it on her head. and how when she walked on stage no one clapped for her, it was complete silence except for the black students.
Northwestern’s history is very ugly and I’m glad that I was a part of the legacy of black students that fought to make changes at NU
That, my friends is what its like to be “the first”.
White feminism is “Miley can dress however she wants, don’t slut shame her”
Actual feminism is “Miley can dress however she wants but she crossed a line when she started using another culture as a means to rebel and utilized black women and little people as shocking accessories in her music videos and live performances”
the only thing you need to know about public school is that people go hard as shit during classroom jeopardy review games. there are no friends here
sometimes white moms go hard
one time when i was like 10 i was in the backseat with my best friend at the time, her mom said we couldn’t go to the mall alone
little katie was like wow mom don’t be such a bitch
and katie’s mama must have prayed for jesus to take the wheel because she managed to take off her sandal and had one hand on the wheel and one hand swinging that shoe around the backseat and katie caught every lick
- The intro is entirely too long & Justin Timberlake sounds horrible
- What the fuck is Justin Timberlake shouting about
- The production is definitely some sort of scheme to set up an incredible song but once JT starts singing it declines immediately and that’s at the 0:01 mark
- Jay Z’s lyrics & flow are incredibly mediocre for someone who’s supposed to be one of the best rappers in the game
- worst intro to an album since on sight on kanye album
- Justin Timberlake
- SHOUTING ABOUT
((goes the fuck off to kelly clarkson’s because of you in the car crying and punching the dashboard))
nothing is ever offensive people only CHOOSE to be offended
a white person with dreadlocks probably (via rudemaid)
“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” Oscar Wilde
This gif’s widespread use as shorthand for the concept of ~weaponized femininity~ has always bothered me, and I’ve never understood why it’s become so popular. I mean, sure, at first brush, it seems obvious: here is a studiedly beautiful woman who, with the simple gesture of placing a cigarette between her lips, has dozens of men wrapped around her finger, vying for her favor. But just take a minute here and look at her face. She’s not reveling in this, you get the feeling that she didn’t even expect it, this woman is upset and overwhelmed by the amount of male attention she’s getting.
Because this is a pivotal moment in a movie about a woman who is forced into prostitution.
Giuseppe Tornatore’s Malena came out in 2000, and starred Monica Bellucci as the titular Malena, a young wife whose husband is off fighting for the Axis Powers in WWII. Beautiful and shy, Malena tries to keep to herself, but finds it increasingly difficult as word of her husband’s absence attracts not only the attention of all the men in town, but the bitter jealousy of their wives and lovers. She does nothing to encourage any of her suitors, and instead spends her days caring for her aging father. But this uneasy peace in her life is shattered when she receives word of her husband’s death, and she’s left to fend for herself in a town where half the people only care for her body, and the other half hate her for it.
In the rest of the film we see the following: Malena’s relationship with her father destroyed as a result of sexual slander, Malena taken to court by a jealous neighbor who swears the young woman was sleeping with her husband, Malena’s rape by her lawyer as “payment” for her legal fees, Malena’s entry into the world of prostitution, and Melena’s public beating, stripping, and humiliation at the hands of the town’s women when the Americans arrive at the end of the war. Her husband appears in the third act, somehow alive, and he reclaims his wife, restoring her to respectability, and the townspeople begin to accept her once more, now that she is on the arm of her husband, and has, as some of the women whisper, ‘put on a little weight”.
But in spite of all of that, the film isn’t Malena’s story. Instead, we see her life through the eyes of our narrator, a young boy who by turns worships her and is disgusted by her “fall”. This is his coming of age, his discovery of himself through Malena’s trauma and the specter of female sexual jealousy.
In short, this is not a woman’s movie. Malena’s beauty is a cage, something that draws awful, selfish responses from the men around her, responses that she is forced to endure as a result of her situation. And what’s worse, her looks isolate her from women, none of whom can see past her smoky eyes and hourglass figure to the heartbroken widow who needs a friend.
So you know. Use gifs if you like, weaponize that femininity in the most numbskulled, reductively simple way possible, because lipstick is ~how you control men~ and Sex Is About Power, like Oscar Wilde said. Just remember that in this film, and so tragically often in real life, that power doesn’t rest in women’s hands.
Tumblr: “Here’s a study that shows how race affects [x] in America for not just black and white but all the others as well”
*Study did not bother to include Indigenous Americans*