21 10 / 2014

wheresagnes:

aztec-princesss:

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday

ohmygosh and the one from Ethiopia has natural hair which you can’t get from the American Girl “just like you” dolls!

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21 10 / 2014

yyuks:

w0l0w1zard:

fitandhealthyforlifee:

friendlyneighborhoodcurmudgeon:

Two MSU basketball players raped a woman in the dorms then one admitted to it. Their only consequence was that they had to move out of the dorms. This picture is of me and one other woman holding up this banner during Midnight Madness. Two other brave souls had a banner on the other side for a while before some jerk started playing tug or war with them over it. This was taken before we got booed at by 10,000 people and police escorted from the stadium. 

How screwed up are people to boo at this? 

Let’s keep reposting this. Rapists should be charged.

how is sport more important than the lives of women? like honestly baffling

yyuks:

w0l0w1zard:

fitandhealthyforlifee:

friendlyneighborhoodcurmudgeon:

Two MSU basketball players raped a woman in the dorms then one admitted to it. Their only consequence was that they had to move out of the dorms. This picture is of me and one other woman holding up this banner during Midnight Madness. Two other brave souls had a banner on the other side for a while before some jerk started playing tug or war with them over it. This was taken before we got booed at by 10,000 people and police escorted from the stadium. 

How screwed up are people to boo at this? 

Let’s keep reposting this. Rapists should be charged.

how is sport more important than the lives of women?
like honestly baffling

(Source: goforthandagitate, via j0ye)

21 10 / 2014

rubyetc:

I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff. 

(Source: rubyetc)

21 10 / 2014

20 10 / 2014

tranarchistbitch:

giveslessons:

teknikrevolt:

giveslessons

you already know

It is so fucked up that this is still a relatable thing to so many folks

tranarchistbitch:

giveslessons:

teknikrevolt:

giveslessons

you already know

It is so fucked up that this is still a relatable thing to so many folks

(Source: vistavisions)

20 10 / 2014

mordmardok:

Columns / Oszlopok III. (2001)
ISTVAN OROSZ

mordmardok:

Columns / Oszlopok III. (2001)
ISTVAN OROSZ

20 10 / 2014

superlinguo:

Have you ever found yourself in a foreign place, without knowledge of the local language and in need of a chicken leg? This travel tool has got you covered!
But seriously, beyond its usefulness to chicken connoisseurs, the Point It travel aid book (now also an app) seems quite nifty.
It’s a picture dictionary that contains images of 1300 common items to assist travellers with making themselves understood when they don’t know the local language. 
It’s not the only tool of its type - there a few other publishers who have similar versions of this type of wordless dictionary product on the market, as well. 
While some reviewers on online retail outlets say Point It’s value is diminished because it lacks an index, we note one reviewer on Amazon says:”I was in Umbria at a deli counter once and knew how to say that I wanted cheese, but didn’t know how to specify “goat” cheese. I pointed to the picture of a goat in “Point It” and my dilemma was instantly solved.”For our money, any tool that facilitates enjoyment of Umbrian goat’s cheese is worth its weight in gold.
And this online user review, from a speech pathologist, praises the book for its use outside travel:
"I am a speech pathologist and have actually had great success getting my aphasia patients to use it. It’s so portable and has such a vast array of items/ situations — it’s a perfect low-tech augmentative communication solution."
Have you used Point It or similar pictorial tools when you haven’t got the words you need? Did you find it useful? Hit us up in the comments or our ask box.

superlinguo:

Have you ever found yourself in a foreign place, without knowledge of the local language and in need of a chicken leg? This travel tool has got you covered!

But seriously, beyond its usefulness to chicken connoisseurs, the Point It travel aid book (now also an app) seems quite nifty.

It’s a picture dictionary that contains images of 1300 common items to assist travellers with making themselves understood when they don’t know the local language. 

It’s not the only tool of its type - there a few other publishers who have similar versions of this type of wordless dictionary product on the market, as well. 

While some reviewers on online retail outlets say Point It’s value is diminished because it lacks an index, we note one reviewer on Amazon says:

I was in Umbria at a deli counter once and knew how to say that I wanted cheese, but didn’t know how to specify “goat” cheese. I pointed to the picture of a goat in “Point It” and my dilemma was instantly solved.

For our money, any tool that facilitates enjoyment of Umbrian goat’s cheese is worth its weight in gold.

And this online user review, from a speech pathologist, praises the book for its use outside travel:

"I am a speech pathologist and have actually had great success getting my aphasia patients to use it. It’s so portable and has such a vast array of items/ situations — it’s a perfect low-tech augmentative communication solution."

Have you used Point It or similar pictorial tools when you haven’t got the words you need? Did you find it useful? Hit us up in the comments or our ask box.

19 10 / 2014

ari-abroad:

This Gerhard Richter piece, on the other hand, gave me a sense of what doing mushrooms must feel like. #nofilter via Instagram http://ift.tt/1ulYfsR

ari-abroad:

This Gerhard Richter piece, on the other hand, gave me a sense of what doing mushrooms must feel like. #nofilter via Instagram http://ift.tt/1ulYfsR

19 10 / 2014

bobbycaputo:

Kids in Love

Twenty year old Olivia Bee is a self-taught photographer and director based in Brooklyn, New York. She’s shot assignments for The New York Times and VICE as well as campaigns for Hermès, in which she cast herself as one of the models. She was fifteen years old when she shot her first advertising campaign—for Converse. Her work features her friends, doing what teenagers and young adults do, but in a well-composed, beautiful way. 

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19 10 / 2014

tranarchistbitch:

conchesumadres:

I’m gonna do that first thing like tomorrow

19 10 / 2014

punklagertha:

i like how cis people act like it would be the worst thing in the world not to assume people’s genders i mean we don’t assume people’s names what if you just met someone and you were like “hey emily” and they were like “thats not my name its megan” and you were like “oh well how was i supposed to know. you look like an emily to me. i guess i can try to call you megan but its gonna be hard because i just see you as such an emily”

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19 10 / 2014

misandry-mermaid:

scandalouslyfollowing:

nuric:

cap-out-of-time:

schwoozie:

[x]

ooc: Reblogging because holy shit.

I aspire to be this woman when I’m older. 

YASSSSSSS!

This woman was born before women were legally allowed to vote.

So don’t think for a second that she’s joking when she sees you trying to take that right away, Republicans.

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19 10 / 2014

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18 10 / 2014

furbearingbrick:

unnaturally-tall-moose:

lordrobotnik:

charcoal-charmander:

isaia:

serenity-fails:

on the subjects of boobs and shirts and boobs in shirts

OH GOD THANK YOU.

YES THANK YOU

I’m looking at you PROFESSIONAL COMIC BOOK ARTISTS.

That last comment      ^^ THANK ^^

savin’ this for future use

furbearingbrick:

unnaturally-tall-moose:

lordrobotnik:

charcoal-charmander:

isaia:

serenity-fails:

on the subjects of boobs and shirts and boobs in shirts

OH GOD THANK YOU.

YES THANK YOU

I’m looking at you PROFESSIONAL COMIC BOOK ARTISTS.

That last comment      ^^ THANK ^^

savin’ this for future use

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18 10 / 2014

sensiblyinsane:

a-little-bi-furious:

natashiyaa:

shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

asherehsa:

samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

Oh fuck

My god this commentary is perfect. Also a reminder that it turned out this “looting” was not that at all, the police bust that window with a bullet and the staff were gracious enough to hand milk out it seems, the protestors did not break in but even if they did just look at what they were trying to do with that milk, look at what they went through. The immense endurance that’s been shown by the people of Ferguson in the face of all this is incredible.

holy shit.