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I'm 22, figuring out my life one day at a time. I like pretty things and cupcakes. Also boobs. Boobs are nice. And so are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs with boobs....not so much.

#YES

"reThe thing that sucks about Girls and Seinfeld and Sex and the City and every other TV show like them isn’t that they don’t include strong characters focusing on the problems facing blacks and Latinos in America today. The thing that sucks about those shows is that millions of black people look at them and can relate on so many levels to Hannah Horvath and Charlotte York and George Costanza, and yet those characters never look like us. The guys begging for money look like us. The mad black chicks telling white ladies to stay away from their families look like us. Always a gangster, never a rich kid whose parents are both college professors. After a while, the disparity between our affinity for these shows and their lack of affinity towards us puts reality into stark relief: When we look at Lena Dunham and Jerry Seinfeld, we see people with whom we have a lot in common. When they look at us, they see strangers."

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Hipster Racism Runoff And The Search for The Black Costanza by Cord Jefferson @ Gawker

When they look at us, they see strangers.

(via darkdarkgirlvashti)

I was trying to find this quote recently. I don’t think most white people understand how it feels to be thought of as only as a dehumanized stereotype or a token. Never as someone like you who can be relatable and have things in common with you. It’s always a surprise to people online and offline when people find out that I like things that they do, too ; that I’m not just some angry activism-obsessed woman. When people like Lena Dunham  say they don’t know how to write Black people, it’s pretty much saying that she doesn’t think that Black people are also fully complex human beings like her. Sure, there are cultural considerations to be made, but it’s ignoring the fact that people of color are diverse and not a monolith, so it’s not like the only girls who are like her are white.

(via wretchedoftheearth)

This is important. 

(via sequinsandsideeye)

I love it when people put things into perspective like this. 

(via experiencethewarmth)

(via jhenne-bean)

"Those of us who’ve experienced abuse, rape and other violations don’t keep it quiet because we’re ashamed. Or because it’s intensely personal. The main reason we keep it quiet is because we know how you’ll treat us if we tell you. We know you have a culturally-granted privilege to remain ignorant. To not know, and therefore not to be responsible. Not to bother. Not to think about it."

-Non-survivor privilege and silence (The whole article is well worth reading, seriously.)

(via cemeterymink)

"White people don’t like to believe that they practice identity politics. The defining part of being white in America is the assumption that, as a white person, you are a regular, individual human being. Other demographic groups set themselves apart, to pursue their distinctive identities and interests and agendas. Whiteness, to white people, is the American default."

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Tom Scocca

Aaaaand there you have it. The one racial group that does not want to be viewed as a “group” in politics, but as its boiler plate/default, not only in politics, but in life. Read the entire article here: Why Do White People Think Mitt Romney Should Be President? Read this.

(via gradientlair)

(via cemeterymink)

indeathonly:

sorrystateofmind:

the-bitch-goddess-success:

veronox:

This is how it’s supposed to be, Tumblr.
Not death threats, not insults.
People have different viewpoints. Accept them for that fact.

No.
NO.
Politics are not just about “differering viewpoints.”
If you wanted Romney to win that means you don’t give a fuck about me, my family, my rights, my right to marry whoever the fuck I want. Just because you can borrow a cup of sugar from me doesn’t mean you’re my FRIEND. Friends have friends’ best interests at heart. Keep that kumbaya bullshit.

Thank you!

#you can’t shit on me and then tell me we’re friends #hell no

indeathonly:

sorrystateofmind:

the-bitch-goddess-success:

veronox:

This is how it’s supposed to be, Tumblr.

Not death threats, not insults.

People have different viewpoints. Accept them for that fact.

No.

NO.

Politics are not just about “differering viewpoints.”

If you wanted Romney to win that means you don’t give a fuck about me, my family, my rights, my right to marry whoever the fuck I want. Just because you can borrow a cup of sugar from me doesn’t mean you’re my FRIEND. Friends have friends’ best interests at heart. Keep that kumbaya bullshit.

Thank you!

#you can’t shit on me and then tell me we’re friends #hell no

(via jhenne-bean)

The daily life of a headscarf wearer

timeturner:

loseaknutfindagalleon:

In this read more, you’ll find 100% legit questions, statements and other things told to me or asked at me for wearing a headscarf. Let’s begin.

“Do you have ears?”

“Do you wear it at home?”

“Why did you bomb the people in 9/11?”

“Do you take a shower in it?” (my absolute favourite if I do say so myself.)

“Were you forced into wearing it?”

It can be argued that some of these are genuine questions from curious people, if that was the case then I would not be at all mentioning this in my read more, these questions have been asked at me maliciously - in particular the 9/11 one. (Bro I was a four year old living in London when it happened, could I even operate a toy car?) 

I’m now getting a bit lazy, but I’m particularly excited in explaining the story that happened a few days ago, 

On Wednesday night, my little brother and I went out to go sort out his little football league thing. Sounds quite normal right? Until we were sort of slowed down by an old man with crutches. Instead of carrying his limping gait without acknowledging us (such as typical Londoners do), he actually stopped and stared at us. Only to burst into curses and swears because we are “dirty, stinking Muslims.” At first I thought he was genuinely speaking about my headscarf, which was both creased and stained (I was in a rush okay). But then I realised he was in fact, talking about our religion. Which is nice. Because if an old man is willing to stop his painful walk of shame to you know, start slagging off your religion then you’re doing something right. Continuing on, I smiled beningly at the man and carried our power-walk race.

I had to tell my eleven year old brother about the people in the world who judged you from what they heard and not what they see. He was a bit shocked, but then he beat me in a race so I’m guessing he wasn’t too cut up.

A moral to the story? Always wear trainers when in a running race.

Oh look, a genuine post from a Muslim girl who wears the hijab for her own true personal reasons, talking about the real discrimination and mistreatment she faces on a regular basis. Will this get as many posts as a white girl wearing a hijab for no other reason than to perform a “social experiment”? I think not.

(via hamburgerjack)

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