my name is melody anne. sometimes i think things would be easier if people didn't have hair.
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pitter patter
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ununitedstatesoftina)
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Game: Radiant Historia
Song: Memories of the World
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I am getting really fed up with the fucking special snowflake boys* who are all “YOU DON’T NEED MAKE UP AND PRETTY CLOTHES TO BE BEAUTIFUL. YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE”.
1) Did I ask for you opinion? No? Ok, well, when I want it, I’ll ask for it.
2) I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that my body image hinged ON YOUR FUCKING APPROVAL.
God. Go away.
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If a fat person dies and one more person says to me, “Fat Person died because s/he was FAT!” I’m gonna sit my fat behind on that person’s unfat face.
If you must be a condescending pseudo doctor know-it-all fuckwad, please, let’s be more appropriate about diagnosing.
Try: That Fat Person died because s/he was eating poisonous garbage that our food system has passed off as food for the past 40 years!
Or: That Fat Person died because there were no grocery stores or running public transportation in her neighborhood!
Or: That Fat Person died because soceity treats obesity as if it were a personal choice rather than a reflection of the addictive additive ingredients in our food chain that have been present for the past 40 years.
Or: That Fat Person died because she worked three jobs and never had time to prepare her own meals!
Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that got it’s funding from soda corporations and was blasted with Coca Cola advertising from the time she was in middle school until the time she graduated!
Or: That Fat Person died because she went to a school that stopped offering gym classes and lived with working class parents that had no choice but to sit her in front of a t.v. after school so she would stay out of trouble and off the streets.
Or: That Fat Person died because I’m an asshole and made her feel like shit about herself, so she did the only thing that kept her safe and made her feel good.
Or: That Fat Person died because seven of her friends died after being shot at walking to/from school/the store/etc and it was safer for her to stay inside watching t.v. than “go for a walk.”
Or: That Fat Person died because she grew up being told that “Princesses” must always stay clean, wear pretty clothes, be little ladies, etc. And she’s a princess, right?
Or: That Fat Person died because s/he couldn’t afford high quality food and even if she could, I’m too big of an asshole to show stupid Fat People how to cook high quality food!
Or: That Fat Person died because she was black, and racism is a motherfucker on the body.
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Flip Floppin’ Joy. Absolutely face-slappingly, spot on, incredible. (via pluseyes)
I’ve got one to add:
That Fat Person died because they decided killing themselves was the only way to stop the bullying they received from their peers at school since the teachers didn’t feel the need to say anything.
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![cosmopolitan-fascist:
Claudia Cumberbatch Jones (15 February 1915—24 December 1964) was a Trinidadian journalist, who applied her skills to becoming a political activist and black nationalist through Communism.
After her family emigrated to New York City when she was aged 9, she graduated from high school, and then trained as a journalist. Deported from the United States as a result of communist political activism during the period of McCarthyism political witch hunts, she eventually found a base in London, England. There she founded and organised various black nationalist activities, including in 1959 and annual Caribbean celebration that evolved into the Notting Hill Carnival. She is buried in Highgate Cemetery, next to and left of her hero, Karl Marx.
Despite being academically bright, classed as an immigrant woman she was severely limited in her career choices, and so instead of going to college Jones began working in a laundry, and subsequently found other retail work in Harlem. During this time she joined a drama group, and began to write a column called “Claudia Comments” for a Harlem journal.[2]
In 1936, in light of trying to find organisations supporting the Scottsboro Boys, she joined the American Communist Party (ACP). As a result, in 1937 she joined the editorial staff of the Daily Worker, rising by 1938 to became editor of the Weekly Review. After the Young Communist League became American Youth for Democracy during World War II, Jones became editor of its monthly journal, Spotlight. After the second world war, Jones became executive secretary of the Women’s National Commission, secretary for the Women’s Commission of the Communist Party USA (CPUSA), and in 1952 took the same position at the National Peace Council. In 1953, she took over the editorship of Negro Affairs.
Jones’ most well known piece of writing, “An End to the Neglect of the Problems of the Negro Woman!” appeared in 1949 in Political Affairs, and today is collected in several anthologies. It exhibits Jones’ development of what would decades later come to be termed “intersectional” analysis within a Marxist framework. In it, Jones wrote:[4]
“The bourgeoisie is fearful of the militancy of the Negro woman, and for good reason. The capitalists know, far better than many progressives seem to know, that once Negro women begin to take action, the militancy of the whole Negro people, and thus of the anti-imperialist coalition, is greatly enhanced…
As mother, as Negro, and as worker, the Negro woman fights against the wiping out of the Negro family, against the Jim Crow ghetto existence which destroys the health, morale, and very life of millions of her sisters, brothers, and children.
Viewed in this light, it is not accidental that the American bourgeoisie has intensified its oppression, not only of the Negro people in general, but of Negro women in particular. Nothing so exposes the drive to fascization in the nation as the callous attitude which the bourgeoisie displays and cultivates toward Negro women.
Jones’s most well-known lasting contribution in the UK is considered to be the Notting Hill Carnival. Four months after launching WIG, racial riots broke out in Nottinghill, London and Robin Hood Chase, Nottingham; followed a few months later by the murder of young West Indian carpenter Kelso Cochrane by six white youths in a racially motivated attack.[2]
In light of the “black on white” racially driven analysis by the existing British daily newspapers, Jones began receiving visits from both members of the black British community, as well as various national leaders responding to the concern of their citizens, including: Cheddi Jagan of British Guiana; Norman Manley of Jamaica; Eric Williams of Trinidad and Tobago; plus Phyllis Shand Allfrey and Carl La Corbinière of the West Indies Federation.[3]
As a result, Jones identified the need to “wash the taste of Notting Hill and Nottingham out of our mouths”. It was suggested that the British black community should have a carnival; it was December 1958, so the next question was: “In the winter?” Jones used her connections to gain use of St Pancras town hall in January 1959 for the first Mardi-Gras-based carnival, which headlined the Boscoe Holder Dance Troupe, jazz guitarist Fitzroy Coleman and singer Cleo Laine;[2] and was televised nationally by the BBC. These early celebrations were epitomised by the slogan “A people’s art is the genesis of their freedom”.[2]
Funds raised from the event were used to pay the court fees and fines of convicted young black men.
TLDR: CLADIA JONES DID INTERSECTIONAL FEMINIST FIRST, SHE DID IT BETTER, SHE IS BURIED NEXT TO KARL MARX, SHE WAS AN EMBODIMENT OF EVERY AWESOME PRAXIS (RESISTING ANTI-BLACKNESS, IMPERIALISM, AND SEXISM ALL TOGETHER, AND EVEN PRODUCING A BRAND NEW CARNIVAL SETTING THAT IS STILL PUT ON TO CELEBRATE THE AWESOMENESS OF THE WEST INDIAN COMMUNITY)BUT NO ONE REALLY REMEMBERS HER. HMM I WONDER WHY.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ldtvaTVL1qkr8vco1_1280.jpg)
Claudia Cumberbatch Jones (15 February 1915—24 December 1964) was a Trinidadian journalist, who applied her skills to becoming a political activist and black nationalist through Communism.
After her family emigrated to New York City when she was aged 9, she graduated from high school, and then trained as a journalist. Deported from the United States as a result of communist political activism during the period of McCarthyism political witch hunts, she eventually found a base in London, England. There she founded and organised various black nationalist activities, including in 1959 and annual Caribbean celebration that evolved into the Notting Hill Carnival. She is buried in Highgate Cemetery, next to and left of her hero, Karl Marx.
Despite being academically bright, classed as an immigrant woman she was severely limited in her career choices, and so instead of going to college Jones began working in a laundry, and subsequently found other retail work in Harlem. During this time she joined a drama group, and began to write a column called “Claudia Comments” for a Harlem journal.[2]
In 1936, in light of trying to find organisations supporting the Scottsboro Boys, she joined the American Communist Party (ACP). As a result, in 1937 she joined the editorial staff of the Daily Worker, rising by 1938 to became editor of the Weekly Review. After the Young Communist League became American Youth for Democracy during World War II, Jones became editor of its monthly journal, Spotlight. After the second world war, Jones became executive secretary of the Women’s National Commission, secretary for the Women’s Commission of the Communist Party USA (CPUSA), and in 1952 took the same position at the National Peace Council. In 1953, she took over the editorship of Negro Affairs.
Jones’ most well known piece of writing, “An End to the Neglect of the Problems of the Negro Woman!” appeared in 1949 in Political Affairs, and today is collected in several anthologies. It exhibits Jones’ development of what would decades later come to be termed “intersectional” analysis within a Marxist framework. In it, Jones wrote:[4]
“The bourgeoisie is fearful of the militancy of the Negro woman, and for good reason. The capitalists know, far better than many progressives seem to know, that once Negro women begin to take action, the militancy of the whole Negro people, and thus of the anti-imperialist coalition, is greatly enhanced…
As mother, as Negro, and as worker, the Negro woman fights against the wiping out of the Negro family, against the Jim Crow ghetto existence which destroys the health, morale, and very life of millions of her sisters, brothers, and children.
Viewed in this light, it is not accidental that the American bourgeoisie has intensified its oppression, not only of the Negro people in general, but of Negro women in particular. Nothing so exposes the drive to fascization in the nation as the callous attitude which the bourgeoisie displays and cultivates toward Negro women.
Jones’s most well-known lasting contribution in the UK is considered to be the Notting Hill Carnival. Four months after launching WIG, racial riots broke out in Nottinghill, London and Robin Hood Chase, Nottingham; followed a few months later by the murder of young West Indian carpenter Kelso Cochrane by six white youths in a racially motivated attack.[2]
In light of the “black on white” racially driven analysis by the existing British daily newspapers, Jones began receiving visits from both members of the black British community, as well as various national leaders responding to the concern of their citizens, including: Cheddi Jagan of British Guiana; Norman Manley of Jamaica; Eric Williams of Trinidad and Tobago; plus Phyllis Shand Allfrey and Carl La Corbinière of the West Indies Federation.[3]
As a result, Jones identified the need to “wash the taste of Notting Hill and Nottingham out of our mouths”. It was suggested that the British black community should have a carnival; it was December 1958, so the next question was: “In the winter?” Jones used her connections to gain use of St Pancras town hall in January 1959 for the first Mardi-Gras-based carnival, which headlined the Boscoe Holder Dance Troupe, jazz guitarist Fitzroy Coleman and singer Cleo Laine;[2] and was televised nationally by the BBC. These early celebrations were epitomised by the slogan “A people’s art is the genesis of their freedom”.[2]
Funds raised from the event were used to pay the court fees and fines of convicted young black men.
TLDR: CLADIA JONES DID INTERSECTIONAL FEMINIST FIRST, SHE DID IT BETTER, SHE IS BURIED NEXT TO KARL MARX, SHE WAS AN EMBODIMENT OF EVERY AWESOME PRAXIS (RESISTING ANTI-BLACKNESS, IMPERIALISM, AND SEXISM ALL TOGETHER, AND EVEN PRODUCING A BRAND NEW CARNIVAL SETTING THAT IS STILL PUT ON TO CELEBRATE THE AWESOMENESS OF THE WEST INDIAN COMMUNITY)BUT NO ONE REALLY REMEMBERS HER. HMM I WONDER WHY.
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“oh, you don’t want kids? hahaha, you think that now, but you’ll change your mind when you get older, you’ll eventually want kids when——”
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“It sounds like you are just upset that you don’t have a monopoly on oppression” ~An actual quote
Here’s a few things everyone should know about oppression:
- Oppressed people haven’t “Won” something
- Talking about oppression is not a joyful activity people do to rub your nose in your…
This comic is about how there are two sides to every story.
guys who say their ex-gf went crazy get the extreme sideeye from me
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If you happily associate with known and unapologetic rapists you are a truly fucked individual and I hope bad things happen to you and your fucking friend.
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gqid:
I can’t vouch for how well this works out since I haven’t tried it, but I’ve just found a leopard print binder on-line, which manages to combine two of my favorite things in one - leopard glam fabulousness and a flatter chest!
I came.
oh wow if there are any reliable reviews of this i need them holy crap
I’m jiggy with it.
