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bombshellnad:

OSCAR DE LA RENTA | BRIDAL 2013

igifwhatiwant:

In today’s daily GODFREY GAO we find the remaining black and white pictures from the Earl Jeans F/W campaign of 2012. Coincidence it’s hump day? I think not.

dean-tacos-cas:

spookapple:

jackvessalius:

look what we have here

i have legitimately never laughed harder and for as long in my entire life

raveyrai:

simonefiasco:

funwithllamas:

WHY ARE YOU SO FLUFFY!

IS THIS WHAT COWS LOOK LIKE DURING WINTER!?!

WAIT. COWS CAN GET LIKE THIS?

(Source: weeaboo-chan)

simonefiasco:

rosalarian:

pleasestopbeingsad:

Street harassment is not a compliment.

Finally someone made a comic about my exact feelings

people really don’t seem to understand the goddamn difference.

siddharthasmama:

rebelion-silenciosa:

aboutmaleprivilege:

brashblacknonbeliever:

punjabi-rani:

wellhellolovely:

Had you any idea that Emmett Till’s final words were some of boldest in American history?

Milam: “You still as good as I am?”

Till: “Yeah.”

Milam: “You still ‘had’ white women?”

Till: “Yeah.”

Keep in mind that that’s after two grown men had tortured him for hours. Milam would later say that, following that exchange, he had no choice but to kill the 14-year-old boy:

“Well, what else could we do? He was hopeless. I’m no bully; I never hurt a n*gger in my life. I like n*ggers—in their place—I know how to work ‘em. But I just decided it was time a few people got put on notice. As long as I live and can do anything about it, n*ggers are gonna stay in their place. N*ggers ain’t gonna vote where I live. If they did, they’d control the government. They ain’t gonna go to school with my kids. And when a n*gger gets close to mentioning sex with a white woman, he’s tired o’ livin’. I’m likely to kill him. Me and my folks fought for this country, and we got some rights. I stood there in that shed and listened to that n*gger throw that poison at me, and I just made up my mind. ‘Chicago boy,’ I said, ‘I’m tired of ‘em sending your kind down here to stir up trouble. Goddam you, I’m going to make an example of you—just so everybody can know how me and my folks stand.’”

still less than 60 years ago white folks.

Just 57 years ago. Think long and hard about that. 57 years. That’s not that long.

That’s how privilege sounds.

“I like them, but in their place. I like them, but they’re not as good as me. I like them, but I’ll kill/assault/make life hell for them because I feel it is my right to do so.”

He calls it “poison” - being denied his ubiquitous privilege for even a moment - was venomous to his psyche.

No way in hell that fucked up mentality just evaporated from his generation - we all know, it was instilled far further back - yet that’s the beginning of every “we’re not like that” excuse: that somehow THIS time period was one of great justice and change.

If that mans words don’t make your stomach turn, you just might be a white supremacist/sympathizer. I got chills. I’ve read it before, but god damn, it is so hateful and HIS words are poisonous. Racism is a poison, a disease in society, and it has not been eradicated. I mean, my grandmother was 12 when this happened, and she’s not yet an ‘old woman’.

(Source: cordjefferson)

Most Whites find it easy to ignore residential segregation. I experienced a good example of this inattention when I told a lunch-table’s worth of White colleagues at the Center for Advanced Studies in the Behavioral Sciences about the linguist John Baugh’s project on “linguistic profiling” (Baugh 2003). Baugh has developed a matched-guise test in which a single speaker uses a “White professional,” a “Latino,” or a “Black” voice in making telephone inquiries about the availability of advertised rentals in the San Francisco Bay area. The “White professional” voice is much more likely to yield an invitation to make an appointment to look at the property, while the other accents are more likely to result in a response that the rental is no longer available. My colleagues, all sophisticated scholars, were genuinely surprised at this result; several mentioned that they had thought that this sort of discrimination had long since disappeared.

Jane H. Hill, The Everyday Language of White Racism (via wretchedoftheearth)

*****

This is like when me and my white soon-to-be husband were looking for places. I’d call up and they’d say, “Come on down! Get an application!”. Because I don’t “sound” black.

Then I’d walk in 2 minutes later and they’d be all, “Oh. Sorry, we just rented it.”

Then I’d send him in and he’d get an application. 

The best part? Walking back in while he was completing the application. “Oh, they gave you an application? But they told me it was just rented. ODD. THAT. I’m going to report them so let’s just skip this place, m’kay?” The looks on their faces and the pathetic apologies were just too much fun.

Used to deal with the same thing with road trips. Hotels would tell me that there were no vacancies, but my white roommate would go in and get us a room, usually cheaper than advertised.

*****

(via faboomama)

I do similar stuff at restauants and other places of business with my white bf. At least it makes it easier to know where not to go!

(via 23andchildfree)

Reblogging again for the commentary

(via darkjez)

But we’re just supposed to *trust* and think everything is an *isolated* incident.

(via hamburgerjack)

Not so sophisticated scholars, were they? I mean this really, really shouldn’t be all that surprising.

(via stfunithingas)

It shouldn’t be surprising, but I guarantee that most white people find it unbelievable

(via wretchedoftheearth)

I’m going to reblog this every time I see it on my dash. My parents pointed out how this phenomenon worked when we were moving to PA (they’d get steered to crummier neighborhoods and have to insist on being shown others). Housing discrimination is still pretty widespread and the gatekeepers? Tend to either intentionally or due to unchecked bias reinforce the status quo. 

(via invisiblelad)

It always floors me the things people are surprised at. Meanwhile, every person of color is sitting here like, “Oh. Must be another day that ends in Y, and in other news, water is wet.” Like, really, people are surprised by this, and whenever they show surprise at learning stuff that we go through, I have to poker face, lest I end up giving them the most disbelieving side eye in history because how do you NOT know this? But then, you know. Some people have the privilege of being able to be unaware it because it’s not a problem they have to deal with. :/ (via lori-jaye)

Reblogged again for commentary

(via covenesque)

Sounds like my friends when they were looking for a place in Midtown memphis(mostly white liberal middle class area)… they said people would invite them to see the places and then would either suddenly become unavailable or they would just ignore their phone calls.. but the Obama’s said “no more excuses.. work harder”…

(via jcoleknowsbest)

See this is the kind of thing I was just thinking about last weekend in Amsterdam. We didn’t book a room before we got there and ended up looking for places at 4 in the morning. My friend, a White male, had the most incredulous look on his face when I wondered aloud at the reason every hotel we visited was booked and whether it would be better to send him to check for rooms on his own.

alana-leonie:

if you kiss my neck, you can softly hear the sound of my clothes being thrown to the other side of the room. 

221badwolfstreet:

aswimmersparadise:

Let me tell you something about today. Today was the hottest day of the year in New Jersey, I woke up sweating despite air conditioning because it was 95 degrees. Now, i did what any logical person would do and I put on my favorite pair of shorts so i wouldn’t be sweating throughout the day.

        Even in my shorts i was sweating my balls off but I went through half of my day as normal, no boys stared at my ass or tried to grope me in public yet when i went to the the cafeteria a teacher told me to go to the office because he finds my shorts inappropriate. I head down to the office to find a group of girls wearing shorts and skirts sitting in a small room in the office, we where all ordered to call our parents or to change into the clothes they had offered us from the school store. These items of clothing included sweatpants and a large heavy sweatshirt. I obviously refused to where those because it was 95 degrees and when you are sweating the key to cool down is NOT to put on more clothes. They told me I would have to stay in that room the whole day if it came down to it.

      I was able to leave the office when my friend gave me a pair of yoga pants. The man who made me go down to the office brought down several other girls as I was leaving, at this point they didn’t care how long the shorts where they just sent everyone who was wearing a pair down. They warned me that if I put my shorts back on they would right me up. 

     I put them back on anyway because just walking down the hallway in those yoga pants made me faint, dizzy,and extremely hot. Thats the main issue, it is hot enough for people to pass out in school but to the school system they would rather a girl suffer from a heat stroke then to have a boy become  turned on. My shorts don’t say “COme fuck me in the middle of class” they say,”Its warm out”

The sexualizing of innocent students is not okay

Risking students health is not okay

and tHE LACK OF FEMINISM IN THE SCHOOL SYSTEM WILL NEVER BE OKAY

Today was literally horrible

I hate our school so much

vaginashavefeelingstoo:

planetvalium:

A gathering of pregnant men.

nature’s canon mpreg

gaptoothbitch:

NICOLE MILLER FW 2011

itaylorrae:

just-call-me-vendetta:

morphinginthepuhsea:

chrssy:

riding your man like

LMSDOPAJAIUEBUHRJEKKDFJKFD

……………………………………..I lost all my cans!

I was not expecting that, and may or may not have piddled a little bit.

circumcisions:

procrastinators are able to do 30 minutes of work in 8 hours and 8 hours of work in the 30 minutes before it’s due

Jesus…
I’m just coming out of a really bad trip that put me in an extremely negative headspace yesterday and the night before.
I’m already feeling emotional. There were some points where I didn’t want to be alive.
I’m thankful for the people in my life that cared enough to comfort me and talk me down. I honestly and truly am.
But I still feel too much like an exposed nerve to deal with the constant and casual -isms. It’s too fucking draining.
Immortals inspired me last night and my friend from Oki is coming down to see me after work, so at least I have those two as outlets. But at the same time I’m worried that I’ll still delicate today.

chekhov:

In health class we were given sheets of paper and told to write a message we would want someone of the opposite sex to know

She read some examples

The girls were like: “Hey can you please not treat me like shit”

The boys were like: “Spray tans look ugly I hate when girls wear too much makeup and don’t lead me on.”