[Self-portraits by Carrie Mae Weems, Käthe Kollwitz, Judy Baca, and Frida Kahlo, text “Never apologize for selfies”]
Wanted to get modern women artists and some WOC up in this one. If you reblog it would be cool if you kept the part in the brackets so these artists, two of whom are still working, will get credit—this conversational part below is nbd.
(aznnotwhiteから)
(kazukijから)
moodyroy replied to your post: jag lskar AFAD s mkt att jag vill d typ trycker…
U shouldve submitted!!!!!
i get self conscious because all the AAG:s out there are so goddamn cool!!!!!!!!
LITERALLY HOW I FELT ABOUT EVERY ASSHOLE WHITE PERSON WHO CAME WITH LEGALIZE WEED SIGNS AT MAY DAY TODAY IN LOS ANGELES.
(元記事： basednkrumah (marissavoirから))
AFAD? va ä dä?
asian face appreciation day på bloggen som heter angryasiangirlsunited!!
jag älskar AFAD så mkt att jag vill dö typ trycker sönder likeknappen den förste varje månad
Doesn’t she have, like, a job to go to or something?!
I see a billion of these statuses on WhiteWhine all the time and it’s like what the fuck is it going to kill you to go downstairs and acknowledge that your cleaning ladies are people and that you should probably say hi to them?
This type of behavior hits me hard. My mama is a cleaner, she does the most awful, grueling jobs to provide for me and she is humiliated and treated as if she is vermin. I’ll never forget the day she came home, broke down, hid her face from me and said “I’m just a cleaner”.
This track here is not a song, nor a tune. It is a sound. A sound compiled by satanists in the early 12th century to open a door to hell to willingly given their souls to Lucifer. A sound used in 13th centure Europe during Excorisms to open the gates of hell in order to send the demon within someone back to its origins. This track is a danger to play for when it opens the gates of hell, it allows demons to enter wherever you are. Play at your own risk!!! There are certain “safe” zone where this track will not play at all and these zones are usually holy places such as churches where demons would not dare to lurk.
(元記事： westindians (marsha-britneyから))
(kireinailsから)
I literally do not understand white people’s need to talk about authenticity of other people’s food.
Do you know when you’re shitting on ~fake~ ‘ethnic’ food, you are shitting on food created by people of color in this country? It’s not like a secret white man sitting in the back of the kitchen yelling at Chinese people to defrost that sweet and sour sauce faster.
Like I’m glad that making and selling food that follows more of some of the “Chinese” culinary heritages than the “Chinese American” heritage is becoming more economically viable for some Chinese people (and, lbr, more white chefs starting ‘fusion’ restaurants), but it also definitely seems racist to me how white people can fawn over ~authenticity~. It definitely seems racist to me how dim sum and then banh mi and then whatever it is now (Korean BBQ?) passes through the hands of white people like the artifacts of the colonized, to be admired and cooed over and consumed. To be preserved into a museum because the cultures of color are not living things enacted by living people who contradict each other and themselves, but historical oddities.
You know what is authentic? A Korean man bringing his wife and his parents to the United States to raise a family in a country where he believes there are more chances for his children. He studied electrical engineering in Korea but knows that he cannot take time off in the U.S. to finish his education and find an engineering job. Instead, he works twenty years in a market preparing chop suey and egg rolls and explains how he doesn’t really make friends with his neighbors because he doesn’t think he speaks English well enough. He’s happy his son and daughter are in college and have diverse friends and his son skateboards, but they can’t really understand. He asks me about my parents and where they are from (Hong Kong) and he says, “Go ask your mother and your father.”
I got all this from a twenty-minute conversation. And it’s already more real than your white asses trying to pretend to culture because your ancestors spent enough time stomping it out.
