I'm a college girl with many feels for many fandoms, and a strange love for diatoms. They're just so pretty, you know? With their shiny silicon casing, and their symmetry, and- that doesn't have anything to do with anything. MOVING ON. I'm from Texas, ya'll!
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
FCKH8, PETA, and Femen are the holy trinity of bad representation of good causes.
i’m glad the shit that lives in the ocean lacks the ability to leave the ocean because most of it is scary as fuck
This is too important for me not to mention.
The book states: "Give 10 licks at a time, more if the child resists. Be careful about using it in front of others — even at church; nosy neighbors might call social workers."
This is literally a how-to manual on how to abuse and beat your children.
OH MY GOD. Okay stop scrolling and look at me. My mother actually used this book. I am a victim of this piece of literary evil, and let me tell you, it has left me with some seriously deep scars. It got to the point that my brother and I couldn’t even laugh. Laughter was considered “foolishness” and we would literally be struck ten times for it if she heard it. Let me reiterate that.
We could not enjoy ourselves or even be happy without being beaten.
One of the “Christian” cult families introduced this to her and yes, it is basically condoning serious child abuse. I actually personally believe in corporal punishment and let me tell you, THIS IS NOT CORPORAL PUNISHMENT. It is heavy abuse and it’s evil, evil, evil. I’m going to go sign that petition, and so help me, if you know of someone using this book, call Child Protective services immediately. The children of that cult family are now actually being rehabilitated because they grew up like robots. It’s a sick fucking book, okay? Sick. Let’s get this thing banned before it ruins anymore lives.
I am the way I am today because of this hideous thing. I cry every time someone even gently reprimands me. I’m afraid of cutting up in public because I think someone is going to hit me. Worst of all: It taught me to tolerate abuse, that I deserved abuse, and that if someone abused me, I was clearly in the wrong. I can’t possibly begin to tell you how dangerous it has been for me. Thanks to people around me who were raised right, I am only now starting to learn to stand up for myself and that, no, I am not an idiot who deserves verbal, physical, emotional, or mental abuse. I am not just a child who will forever be subject to her power-hungry mother.
Most of all… Children are not animals. And really, who the fuck even treats an animal like that??? Please, if you reblog one thing from me, please let it be this. I don’t want anyone else to go through what I did.
This is the best patron troll to have. Just sayin’.
God I fucking love Kanaya….
And oh my god I fucking love how people like this woman right here can make bad ass lyrics
what pisses me off is when girls are literally sexist towards their own gender. in my civics class we were asked why we never had a female president and all the girls said it was because we pms. wtf? wtf is that shit? and then when girls say that other girls shouldnt participate in no shave november its like? wtf? WHAT THE FUCK?????
obviously you havent seen the snake hips
i guess you could say that those chains were
/puts on sunglasses/
imagine saying “i’m dad” to a dad. he responds with “hi dad, i’m—” but then he stops. fear strikes up in his eyes. YOU’re dad? he thought he was dad all along? what is his true identity? who is dad? what horrible mistake has he made
but if YOU’RE dad… and I’M dad…
WHO’S FLYING THE PLANE
For the last three years, Disney has been prepping its musical adaptation of Aladdin for Broadway—without bothering to cast any Middle Eastern actors in any of its 34 roles.
Almost no one has noticed.
In 1942, Bing Crosby and Bob Hope bantered their way through the third and most famous of their popular Road pictures. As usual, The Road to Morocco found them hamming it up with the locals in an “exotic” locale—on this occasion the stereotype-filled North African desert. A jazz comedy featuring Anthony Quinn as a comically violent sheik, it was nominated for the 1943 Oscar for Best Screenplay. The hit title song, which describes Morocco as a place where “the men eat fire, sleep on nails, and saw their wives in half,” was voted one of the 100 greatest songs of all time by the American Film Institute in 2004.
Thankfully, in the 70 years since Hope and Crosby sang and danced across a sound stage made to look like a desert, we’ve moved away from garish stereotypes and actors in yellowface.
It marks a return to the authors’ original vision: a loving homage to the Hope-Crosby road pictures with a score invoking the jazz sound of stars like Cab Calloway and Fats Waller.
So reads the casting breakdown for the 2013 open casting call for the New York production of Aladdin. If the preview is anything to go by, it’s more of what we got in the original animated film: a return to vintage exoticism, sword-wielding barbarism, and cultural appropriation.
Aladdin first came to movie theatres in 1992. It included a dizzying array of racist stereotypes, including an opening number which riffed off “The Road to Morocco” with a line that incensed Middle Eastern viewers: the fictional land of Agrabah is a “barbaric” place “where they cut off your ear if they don’t like your face.” All in all, the film stayed true to its purpose: Aladdin could easily have been written in 1942.
Aladdin’s big hit, “A Whole New World,” was sung in the film by Filipino actress Lea Salonga. Salonga, a former child star, had exploded onto the U.S. musical scene the year before, in the latest extravaganza from the British theatre invasion, Miss Saigon.
Miss Saigon brought with it what was then the biggest production budget in Broadway history—as well as what remains its biggest casting controversy. Powerful theatre producer Cameron Mackintosh was determined to have star Jonathan Pryce reprise his role as a French-Vietnamese pimp alongside Salonga. Actors Equity, the theatre actors union, insisted that Mackintosh do a casting search for an Asian actor to play the part. Instead, Mackintosh threatened to cancel the whole production.
Equity ultimately backed down, and Jonathan Pryce won a Tony for the role, which he acted in literal yellowface—wearing bronzer.
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?