Tumblr users are often so arrogant and it shows. They can draw a full cast of POC characters but when POC say “Hey we want more than just our skin tone” they’re suddenly deaf as shit.
Representation on Tumblr has become a way for white people to win brownie points just because they took a Hershey’s bar and slapped it onto a person’s skin tone.
The most disgusting thing is that they insist on making JUST African-Americans. They insist on making JUST one facial type, one nose type, one lip type, one hair type, one slang type, one skin tone.
And when they make a person Asian, it’s Japanese. And when they make a person Hispanic, it’s Mexican. And when they make a person indigenous, they never specify on which tribe/nation they came from, but you’ll bet they’re Native AMERICAN.
But my favorite part is when other POC demand representation and those same fucking white people are like “But but but look at all my black characters!!!!”
POC isn’t just confined to America.
POC isn’t just black.
POC isn’t just Japanese.
POC isn’t just Mexican.
POC isn’t just Native American.
It’s from the Miskitu in Nicaragua, from the highlands of Ethiopia, from the deserts of Saudi Arabia, from the mountains of Indonesia. It’s from the arroz con gandules, from the folk music, from the festivals. It’s many cultures blending, it’s speaking more than just English, it’s dealing with racism unique to our countries of origin.
It’s more than just one universal experience, and white Tumblr isn’t willing to show that.
9 million people fucking love dogs
See this picture? This comes from a town in Canada where a 24 pack of water bottles is 104 dollars and formula milk for a baby is priced at 55 dollars a pack. What’s more, a pack of diapers is 95 dollars and one head of lettuce is 26 dollars. Inuit people are starving in a country known for it’s generosity.
If you don’t believe this is true, you can find more images like this here. This is the only grocery store these people have in their small towns, and many people are going hungry & elderly are dying faster.
You’ll send aid to foreign children that are starving, so why won’t you pay a little extra to feed the people in your own country who work hard & still can’t afford the prices for healthy food for their families?
Please have a heart and reblog this photo to raise awareness that even in our own countries people are starving, join the movement and show the government that we won’t sit by and watch people starve.
If you think this will make your blog ugly you’re wrong. Children in a first world country are getting sick & starving, and nobody is even aware it’s happening. You can let people know by reblogging and showing you care. People I am close to, my friends and future in-laws are going through this.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
The 45th president of the United States just said “I love you, you’re very special” to actual fucking terrorists. Never forget this.
Evelyn is trans and afro-indigenous. She's out of HRT and lives with four other QPOC in a household experiencing food insecurity.
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this yellow submarine scene always makes me laugh
“John loved his Uncle George, who was a big soft-hearted gentleman. He could speak fluent French and was a wonderful artist who’d won scholarships at school.
He was very attentive to John. He bought him his first bicycle and would take him for walks into the Woolton countryside and tell him about nature.”
“He was well read and would read entire books out loud to John.”
“He was particularly fond of John and when the boy was four and a half years old, taught him to read by reciting the headlines from the Liverpool Echo to him. He also taught John how to draw and paint and bought him his first mouth organ.”
Oh god. I find Uncle George’s death absolutely one of the saddest parts of John. I think it changed his life so much. And he barely speaks about him. (Or when he does it’s often as part of this pattern of loss and grief that would last all his life, not really about his uncle in particular.)
I’d be so interested to know how much Paul and John ever spoke about him, but especially when John was young. When Paul talks about their connection it’s always ‘we’d lost our mums’ - and I know it’s a huge thing between them, I am not trying to lessen Julia’s death - but when they first knew each other John hadn’t lost his mum. But he’d already lost his father-figure, aged 14, the parental figure he was closest to by all accounts. And lost him in a similar way - not the exact circumstances, but where he was kept somewhat removed from it - they didn’t tell him for a few days until he came home from holiday - and he felt shame/guilt about his initial reaction which was nervous laughter. In some ways it’s more the mirror image with Paul’s situation than Julia is - although admittedly not the mirror image in how much emotional importance John puts on it. I wish we had so much more information about it. I really wonder if he and Paul talked about it at that time, or if he was able to be open about his feelings with himself, much less with Paul.
(I also wonder if Paul knew that when John said that heartless thing about ‘how can you sit there with your mum dead’, it was coming from a place where John did know some of how he was doing that, of being forced to get on with things, despite this huge loss in your life, that strange sense of unreality. I’m not saying that makes it better, it’s still a very cruel thing to do. But I think it changes colour a little bit.)
And all the evidence there is suggests that John was really close with George. He supported John in basically all the things he loved: books, writing, art, music. He bought him his dog. There’s a lovely thing Mimi says about them leaving her a chocolate bar and a note that said ‘have a happy day’ while they went off for their days out. And John leaving George notes asking him to come and tuck him into bed. When he died, didn’t John keep George’s coat and wear it everywhere for years after? But there is so little weight to him in John’s emotional story. And I just never know if John didn’t talk about him because it was just one thing that the press and his terrible biographers left him alone about, so he didn’t feed it to them, or if he genuinely didn’t connect with it very much.
Every biographer rushes over Uncle George’s death to get to Julia, and I think some of that is because John’s emotions rush over it, to get to Julia. But he raised John from 4 to 14. I think it’s easy to forget that calling him ‘Uncle George’ doesn’t mean he wasn’t his dad in a lot of ways that matter.
February 27, 1964 at EMI Studios (Abbey Road) / June 12, 1964 Adelaide press conference
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