You literally cut off half of what she was saying the full sentence was, “I was reading an article written by a black writer saying that Race films are made for liberal white filmgoers because they’ll end up feeling guilty…” SHE WAS POINTING OUT SOMETHING THAT ANOTHER BLACK MAN HAD SAID SHE DOESN’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT HERSELF.
But of course Tumblr loves to mock white people so I bet half of you fuckers just reblogged it without checking the original content.
i know it’s hard being twelve and white on a rough-and-tumble site like this but honey i am here for u, come into my bosom and tell me all about how mean kid at the playground called u cracker. mama will make things all better
"All my ex-girlfriends are Asian."
If you’ve ever come across this charming come-on, you’ve probably been exposed to yellow fever
YES, THERE IS NOW A MUCH NEEDED GIF SET FOR THIS!
I removed the word rant from the link, because I felt it dismissive of what she was actually trying to communicate.
In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman
See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.
That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.
So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it.
See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.
But nah, sorry boo boo.
You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —
Why did this seriously become a thing?
This should be an open letter to Iggy Azaelea, Katy Perry, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lily Allen.
This is disgusting and it annoys me so much
For its problems, I can’t deny that the Hunger Games is the best YA adaptation in the game and I can only hope a POC-dominated one can top it. Divergent hew?
Thank you, John Oliver, for taking down the “she’s someone’s daughter/sister/mother” thing at the root. I get the intention behind it is not bad, but seriously-my value as a human should not be defined by how my being hurt would affect my father, brother, or male partner. It should be defined by how it would affect ME. I am someone with worth and value independent of the men in my life, as are all women. We are not tangential sub-people who only exist as we are related to me, we are people. Full stop.