i just saw a woman pull food stamps out of her louis vuitton purse to pay for her groceries
but that’s none of my business
It was probably a fake. Or an inheritance. Or a gift. I have a coach purse my auntie gave me but that means she’s the one with money, not me.
Or how about this: say she’s on food stamps and Medicaid. You have to keep a minimum amount in your bank account to keep qualifying for your health care (oh, and you’re also disabled, so that health care is important.) maybe she decided a designer purse would make a nice investment.
Maybe she bought herself a nice purse and then she lost her job and while she ‘s looking for a new one she, you know, kept carrying her purse to feel professional and look good at job interviews.
You don’t know her. You don’t know her story.
I’m sure the American public would rather have people in impoverished situations all get matching jumpsuits, a big red P embroidered on the back, and everyone would have to carry their keys and wallets and Chapstick in those thin throwaway plastic sacks you get buying your groceries in the dollar store. That way these people could be even MORE easily identified and discriminated against.
And remember, we’re living in an economy where a recently built WalMart had a higher rejection rate of applicants than Harvard University. That’s right. It’s easier to get admitted to Harvard than get a job at a brand new WalMart.
Judge not lest ye be judged. And don’t be an asshole.
My friend’s mom got an authentic, brand new, Coach bag for, like, $5 at Goodwill.
these freaking middle class privileged assholes thinks people who live off of food stamps are rollin’ in the dough. ignorance.
i have a coach bag and hermes wallet, both i found in the free box
traditional chinese is an actual written language used by millions of people, not symbols to be thrown around at the whim of set designers because they look cool and idk, serves to create a menacing asian atmosphere. this is so disrespectful, and made even worse by the fact that this film in set it taipei, taiwan where the official written language is traditional chinese.
it doesn’t matter that this film caters to a primarily “white” audience who won’t be able to read it, the language and culture of taiwan isn’t something for you to twist and use as you deem fit because it’s “exotic.”
lucy shoots a guy for not being able to speak english.
she l i t e r a l l y shoots this taiwanese taxi driver, in taiwan for not being able to speak english. she’s in taipei and she’s shooting people as they are of no use to her because they don’t speak english.
just think about the sort of message that’s sending out. she’s not being “bad-ass strong female character who takes no shit,” she’s saying that english is useful and better. this is the type of harmful ideology that stretches all the way back from when western countries were colonising and forcing their language and customs on other countries.
let me explain with a real life example. i was born in new zealand to two taiwanese parents. i am fluent in english, but mandarin is conversational at best. my friends in taiwan say that i am “so lucky” to speak fluent english, when they are fluent in mandarin and their english level is no worse than my mandarin. they tell me that they want to perfect their english but in the same breath tell me that mandarin isn’t worth perfecting because i have english and that’s “enough”. they also tell me how pretty my white friends are when they see pictures.
this is the type of neo imperialism ideology that they’ve grown up buying into. it honestly hurts and frustrates me that they belittle their own culture like this, honestly believing that the western world is superior. this is the type of neo imperialism ideology that this film (hopefully unintentionally) promotes: white people are better and will save the day.
if they wanted to film a movie about a white women getting back at those who had violated her, why not film it in a western country? if they wanted to film it in taiwan, why not find an asian lead actress?
i do agree that we need more women protagonists in action/superhero movies, but not like this. its not okay that the female lead needs to be kidnapped and have her body cut open without her consent in order to gain her powers, and those said those powers do not make any of this racist bullshit okay.
i am just so tired and angry of poc always being brushed off to the side as either props or villains in mainstream media.
as a poc, it’s so frustrating to see that the of the standard of beauty still white women when we live in multi-cultural societies and a diverse world.
feminism is about equality. a film in which poc are presented as evil and inferior before being killed off by a superior white woman does not promote equality.
I’m tired of seeing white people on the silver screen.
First, let me note that I am white. I am a white woman who goes to the theater to see probably a dozen films (if not more) in a given year, a white woman who readily consumes TV shows and series and often blogs/tweets about them. I love film. I love what Hollywood could be, but I must say that I don’t love what it is, and that is a machine generating story after story in which the audience is asked to root for a white (usually male) hero over and over and over (and over) again. I’m tired. I’m tired of directors pretending that white actors are the default and that people of color are a distraction when it comes to filmmaking. I’m tired of black women in Hollywood being relegated to roles of slaves and “the help” over and over again. I’m tired of films convincing themselves that they are taking on something fresh and new, the likes of which the world has never seen, but in actuality adhering to tired tropes and stereotypes.
One example that comes to mind is Avatar, a “groundbreaking” film about aliens and humanity, which, underneath it all, is the same old White Savior story. But more recently is Lucy, the film starring Scarlett Johansson in which a woman named Lucy evolves and is able to use 100 percent of her brain’s capacity after she unwittingly ingests a massive amount of drugs.
Lucy is about what humankind could be — it’s about possibilities. As Lucy’s brainpower grows stronger and the volume of knowledge she is able to access increases, she delivers monologues about how little humans understand about death, existence, and the universe, mediating on time and history. The film likes to think of itself as reimagining everything that we think we know about humanity, and presents to us their vision of what the most evolved woman on earth looks like:
A blonde white woman.
See, I just can’t get right with that.
You see, I was an anthropology major in high school and by the time I was 16 I’d learned all about Lucy (Australopithecus), the collection of bones found in Hadar and thought to have lived 3.2 million years ago, one of the oldest hominids we know of. Lucy the film doesn’t try to hide how cute they thought they were being by naming the supreme evolved being in their film “Lucy” — they show an ape-like creature crouched by a stream to illustrate just how far human beings have come, and say as much in the opening lines, depicting vast cities built up to show our progress. The original Lucy was not really an ape, though. She had small skull capacity like apes, but her skeleton shows she was bipedal and walked upright like humans. Hadar, by the way, is in the Awash Valley of Ethiopia.
So I guess what’s sticking in my craw is the assertion that while human life originated in Africa — a detail the film neatly skims over, placing the ape-like Lucy that Johansson sees in North America — somehow the way we imagine the most evolved human being is blonde and white. Even more, when Lucy gets surges of knowledge in the film, her eyes flash brightly blue. Because blue eyes, we all know, are the universal symbol of superiority, right?
How is it that in a film whose premise rests on the idea of reimagining the past, present and future, we still end up with a blonde white woman with flashing blue eyes as the stand-in for what personifies evolution and supremely fulfilled human potential? At one point the Ape-like Lucy and Evolved Lucy meet face-to-face as Evolved Lucy does a bit of time-traveling. Their fingers touch, and we see them deliberately posed to mimic the famous Creation of Adam painting, and in that moment I saw what I suppose we were supposed to see: humanity at its beginning, and then humanity at its end, at its most perfect. Blonde, white and blue-eyed.
I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.
I can’t accept that. And I can’t accept that when we think about the potential of humankind and what our brains are capable of doing and thinking and feeling, that people of color would be absent from that imagining. I can’t accept that. And I won’t. I’m tired of seeing people that look like me crowding screens both big and small: I am not what the world looks like. Hollywood, stop whitewashing characters. Give us more films like this year’s Annie. I’m no Lucy — like everyone else I’m only using a tiny amount of my brain’s capacity. But you don’t need to be a superhuman logic-machine to see that Hollywood has a major problem with depicting people of color, and it’s time to actually reimagine what the world can and should be
Gaawwwd some of the comments left under this article are depressing as fuck. BTW, the author of this article also wrote this kickass novel with a black female protagonist whose complexities are fully fleshed out and developed. She also has a love interest, but also, also, also, the three most prominent relationships in Tasha’s (our protag) story are with women of colour. Besides that, it’s just a brilliant post-apocalyptic zombie novel, the characters are truly complex, the plot is both intriguing and well-paced, and there is this one scene that is both hilariously hijinksy and thrilling…like it’d be a genius sequence to watch play out on film. If you have a Kindle, it’s only $3.06 on Amazon right now http://www.amazon.com/Panther-Hive-Olivia-Cole-ebook/dp/B00JHRYTJ0/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=
I see no lies in her statement but you know the racists are probably foaming at the mouth. Some of white America only likes diversity in food and not people.
so if you watch the star trek episode “space seed.”
you, in 2014, are watching an episode that aired in 1967, that takes place in the 23rd century, about people frozen since the 1990s, which was the future to people in the sixties, but canonically the past to the characters in TOS, and now the past to you.
so you’re watching a show from the past about the future about the past which was then the future but is now the past again.
It occurred to me recently that maybe part of the reason a lot of skinny people think fat ppl like me are gross is because they’re imagining the immense amount of food they would have to eat to become that size. To these people I would like to say 3 things:
1) Everyone’s body has a natural weight that it hovers around and will gravitate back toward if you push it to extremes. (Crystal Renn’s biography is a great example of this, btw—when she starved herself to be a model, her body eventually just noped right out of there and started gaining weight even though she was literally not eating.) Some people are naturally heavier than others and tend to stay that way, just like some people naturally find it easier to gain muscle and some people find it hard. A person who is naturally really skinny would have to try hard to gain as much fat and muscle as I carry around. (I wish I could find that article about the poor girl at Yale who was ordered to gain weight and desperately ate a fuckton of ice cream and stayed skinny.)
2) So… even if you would have to eat a huge amount to be as fat as I am, that doesn’t mean that’s what I eat. I eat vegetables; I also like burgers. There are tons of fat people who starve themselves and tons of skinny people who eat mounds of utter crap. You have no idea what my diet is like just by looking at me. (That goes for skinny people, too: please lay off the idea that skinny people “need feeding up.” Their bodies are fine the way they are.)
3) That said: my food is none of your fucking business. If I eat Twinkies 24/7, it’s not your business. If I eat nothing but kale and enjoy rolling myself around on the floor in puddles of dressing, it’s not your business. So if the foundation of your dislike is that you think you know how I eat and/or you’re judging how I eat, your dislike is some bullshit asshattery and is probably evidence that you have insecurities about your own food choices. To which I say this:
4) The sooner you accept that fat bodies are fine, the sooner you’ll be able to get rid of whatever toxic beliefs and insecurities you might be carrying around (and if you’re judging my fatness, then you’re carrying some).
The only thing that women have to do to be called a “man hater” is name male violence. That is it, any analysis they might have is brushed aside for being too “angry” or too narrowly focused.
But when was the last time you heard a man called “woman hater”? Even when men are abusive, or rapists, or johns, or even when they kill women, they are not given that label. His actions are typically explained away, or at worse shoved to the fault of his victim.
there is a plethora of hemp underwear for men, but absolutely nothing for women (at least this is what my scant internet search is revealing, anything i find is in china and you’d need to be a company to buy them, or is actually organic cotton or some other natural fiber)
Pop culture is busy gender-neutralizing away such realities as that men commit significantly far more murders against both men and women than women do, that sexual harassment by men of women far exceeds cases of the opposite, that “spouse” abuse is a crime committed by men over 90% of the time, and that anywhere from 80% to 97% of violent crimes from simple assault, to armed robbery, to sexual assault, are committed by men (data from Department of Justice statistics for 1998).
But in stark contrast to factual reality, pop culture makes it appear we are living in postfeminism: Where both women and men routinely break people’s arms in anger. Where just as many women sexually harass men in the workplace as vice versa. Where prostitutes choose their career as freely as brain surgeons do, without coercion or a web of abuse, poverty and drug addiction.
A key question to ask is whom does this confusion benefit? It benefits the system of male domination by not challenging men to take responsibility for the ways they use violence and sexism to maintain power over others. Men will go to great lengths to prevent feminists from pointing out the faults of men and masculinity. It serves men’s comfort level to keep popular culture male-centric and to label any truth-telling about men’s violence as male-bashing. And men are well positioned to control how issues are addressed in popular culture: it is by far men who control the networks, the news media, and the decision-making about what goes on TV.
When viewing pop culture, the caveat is: don’t be fooled by anecdotal evidence or by melodramatic stories trying to confuse the issue. It is simple: men commit the overwhelming majority of violent crimes. Men wage war. Men beat, murder, stalk women significantly more often than women commit these behaviors, and when men do it, it is more severe.
What You Can Do [To Name The Problem Of Male Violence]
1. Replace the phrase “violence against women,” everywhere you or your feminist organizations currently use it, with the phrase “male violence against women” or possibly “male-pattern violence against women.”
2. Specifically name the most prevalent kind of domestic violence as “male-pattern violence in the home.”
3. When writing and speaking about male-pattern violence, actively name the perpetrator or at least the gender of the perpetrator: “A man raped a woman.” Do away with expressions such as “a woman was raped,” “her rapist” and every kind of wording that focuses on rape as a problem only for women.
4. Wherever possible, present statistics about violence in ways that clearly indicate the gender of the perpetrator, not just of the victim: Instead of “Every 15 minutes a woman is raped,” which makes rape seem like a female problem, try “Every 15 minutes, a man rapes a woman.” Or better: “Every 15 minutes, a man commits a rape.”
5. Call people on their defensiveness against acknowledging male violence. Watch for the classic defenses (see Ways People Deny Male Violence) and point them out.
6. Know the statistics and cite them often.
7. Talk about male-pattern violence openly and constantly. Make sure everyone you know is aware of this particularly masculine problem. Discuss it with your children. Discuss it with male friends. Discuss it with female friends. Discuss it in classrooms, in gossip sessions, and in bars.
8. Study the phenomenon. Examine how the construction of masculinity contributes to the commission of violence. Read what researchers such as James Gilligan are finding about why men become violent.
9. Encourage men to explore and question the cult of masculinity. If you are a man, call other men on their unexamined acceptance of mainstream masculinity.
1. Drink a glass of water when you wake up. Your body loses water while you sleep, so you’re naturally dehydrated in the morning. A glass of water when you wake helps start your day fresh.
2. Define your top 3. Every morning ask yourself, “What are the top three most important tasks that I will complete today?” Prioritizes your day accordingly and don’t sleep until the Top 3 are complete.
3. The 50/10 Rule. Solo-task and do more faster by working in 50/10 increments. Use a timer to work for 50 minutes on only one important task with 10 minute breaks in between. Spend your 10 minutes getting away from your desk, going outside, calling friends, meditating, or grabbing a glass of water.
4. Move and sweat daily. Regular movement keeps us healthy and alert. It boosts energy and mood, and relieves stress.
5. Express gratitude. Gratitude fosters happiness. Each morning, think of at least five things you’re thankful for. In times of stress, pause and reflect on these things.
6. Reflect daily. Bring closure to your day through 10 minutes of reflection. Asks yourself, “What went well?” and “What needs improvement?”
Sometimes I wish I never took a women’s studies class. How, once I saw the war against us, I could not unsee it. How aware I became of the billboards and their slow twist of my arm. The lipsticks I used to collect, and love, suddenly many-hued bullets. Walking out from the midnight of a movie theatre into the shock of day, my friends laughter popping like corn, saying how great the movie was, and me, the blanket wet with phrases like, ‘the male gaze! ‘, ‘heteronormative!’ ‘complete and utter objectification of women!’
I miss the days when I could enjoy a fucking movie, or the silk of a shaven leg. I miss not having an existential crisis in the hairstylist’s chair saying, ‘no, i’m going to keep it long this summer.’ Miss the days when I wanted the men to look — when I thought ‘not like other girls’ was a compliment. I miss the days way back, further back, when I could pin a picture of a princess on my wall and feel proud—I even wished it when I was in that courtroom—when I could have still been a girl who let things go, who said the threats were not so bad, said ‘boys will be boys’ and let him tell me how pretty I’d look murdered.
But I was glad for those classes that day, in his room, when I said, ‘No’, and he said, ‘Must’, and I laced up my boots and got on a train, any train, not sure where home was but knowing damn well where it wasn’t.