Listening to Heavy Metal and Reflective like
Dear White People (2014) dir. Justin Simien
this nigga had so many angles. who directed this video lmao
get out your VCR’s it’s time to watch The Prince of Egypt. or you can watch it here.
please don’t watch exodus: gods and kings because it’s icky and racist. you deserve better. you deserve the prince of egypt.
Hey, so, uh. I’m deaf. They deafened me. I’m deaf and we need to talk. So… So I’m gonna sign what I have to say. I need the practice and I’m not gonna hide anymore. Barney’ll translate. It’ll be okay. Okay? Okay.
This is why non black people with ‘dreads’ or some sad attempt at locs piss black people off so much. Black people are normal people. Our hair is normal hair. Whether it is in locs, braids, twists, coils, an afro or any other style under the sun. This ‘othering’ of aspects of our beings, this way of making something that is natural to black people into something that can be ‘alternative’ or ‘cool’ for white people to try is especially tiresome when you remember that many of us have been discriminated against for having our hair in these styles.
I deliberately removed personal identifiers from this photo (it was publicly posted) because it’s not about this individual person. Do NOT send her hate mail. I’m glad she’s happy with her hair and that its healthy again. (forcing straight hair into styles that work best on kinky hair CAN be damaging!) I’m not fighting against her. I am fighting the mentality that white/straight hair = normal and black/kinky/loc’ed hair = other/abnormal. I want for us to not be told our natural hair is unprofessional, for our daughters to not have their hair cut by racist teachers in the middle of class, for natural hair styles to not be against the dress code in school. I want people to stop pretending that we aren’t under attack simply for being who we are. I want for loc’ed hair to not be ‘cool & alternative’ on a white woman’s head yet ‘unprofessional/unkempt/dirty’ on a black person’s.
a headline i never thought i would see
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away…
Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.