zuky:
A great example of just how fetishized Asian women are. >:|
This honestly makes me unbelievably angry—we can work as hard as we like and succeed in whatever we can and be the best people possible, but the only thing people want to view us Asian women as are exotic, sexualized fetishes on the same level as feet and leather collars.
Just…fuck this shit.
First of all, a lot of that is just because of the word. Asian has become shorthand for Oriental or whatever you want to call east asian people. American and African doesn’t have the same connotation.
But sure asian women are perhaps for fetishized than other women. So what?
Oh boo fucking hoo. It’s better to be desired than undesired. If the complete opposite happened and asian women were the least fetishized you’d be bitching that asian women are being de-sexualized. Nothing makes you happy.
How about a “Hey my race doesn’t handicap me from dating a man of any ethnicity” and be happy about it?
Yes, haha, because I should just be happy people are paying attention to me at all. I am a worthless cunt and should just take what scraps people throw at me. I have no right to even bear an opinion in how my people are portrayed and perceived, even in a search engine as widely used and seen as Google Images HAHA I GET IT NOW DICTATE TO ME WHAT I SHOULD THINK PLEASE OH PLEASE
Get the fuck out.
And your “explanation” makes no sense.
who the fuck is this heffa on yo dash and do i gotta start swingin all on em
“…shorthand for Oriental or whatever…”
How convincing.
It’s true that “Asian”, in English, has come to refer to a racial grouping as much as a continent. There’s something to that, but it’s lost in the rest of the stupid.
An appropriate experiment would be to measure against searches on other words which refer to racial groupings. For example, a search on “Latina” isn’t much better. A search on “white women” is like celebs and stock photos, totally different.
On the subject of racial/continental signifiers, it’s also worth looking at how “Africa” and “African” are perceived. In North America and obviously Europe, when most people hear the word “Europe” they think of civilization, culture, history (and of course these days the European Union). When they hear “Africa” they think of wild animals. So Europe is associated with human beings; Africa is associated less with the human beings who live there than with the attractions and natural resources that white people can harvest from there.
Like Africa, Asia has tigers, elephants, rhinos, all kinds of wildlife, but it’s not imagined the same way. Within whiteness, Asia is associated with the mystique of exoticized human beings. Which brings us back around to the image search above.
Almost tragic and paradoxical about black folk wearing black face back in them days
Tupac also wore thugface
Someone should suggest a good book for me to read about minstrelsy
I went home and cried from anger after watching Bamboozled in class. It was heartbreaking.
b ut onlyinside my head. every. single. time.
From Me To You: Mexicali Rose -
The heat of summer explodes like a garden in full bloom, the yellow of the sun, a blue painted sky, the cool escape of water and on summer nights the cloak of deep blue around us. A fashion story for the corazón, inspired by a culture and brought to life by a woman. Art direction & styling by Kelly Framel
uhnnnnn…jamie beck! so talented.
thinking of what to make for a friend’s birthday. i say salted pistachio because it’s the cheapest kind i can get at a grocery without going spending $10 at bulk barn…
kid one told me that she put “kanye” pepper in her pho last night and it was so hot she could hardly eat it.
i know what she really meant, but i didn’t correct her. i enjoy the thought of hott ass kanye being too hott to eat.
i know i could manage it tho.
**dirty old lady leer**
[video]
i would die for this ceiling
(via sweethomestyle)
(Source: eatprayfashion, via guerrillamamamedicine)
yes poc can appropriate too.
look up b-style in japan. because you know black style is static! only fashion trend that black people are involved in is hip-hop -_-
wtf do you think is happening when a kpop artists willing shits on black folk then get up on stage and bust out a rhyme?
and as much as i love 2NE1 side-eying the fuck out of them for that fire (space version) music video. deadass Dara? throwing on a sari and dancing to a generic indian melody?
domt worry i blame the shitty american media for forcefeeding other countries warped imagery.And don’t forget the T-ara Ya Ya Ya MV where they were dressed up in faux Native garbs and hunted a dude, while doing a dance move that pats their hands over their mouths as they sing “Ya Ya Ya Ya!” and shit.
Oh, and B.A.P (who I have dubbed Black Appropriation People) who mother fucking stepped, STEPPED, on stage. And it wasn’t even a good step; most of the beats came from the song, and yet Kpop fans of all races shit their pants over it. Not to mention the general illusion of gun violence in the dance and MV for Warrior, even ganging up and pretending to shoot their youngest member at the end; something that would be “look at those violent niggers that can’t even do a MV without shooting someone” if a black hip hop artist did that.
Oh, and I have a link to something about the b-style. This dumbass Japanese girl was like “one day, my hair got frizzy.” And for some reason, that meant she should tan hardcore and dress like a “black” girl. CUZ OUR HAIR IS JUST FRIZZY GUYS. THAT’S ALL IT IS. IT’S JUST FRIZZY.
-_-
Asians appropriating blackness is a huge issue. HUGE.
absolutely no problem with east Asians enjoying and making their own hip-hop, music is fkr everybody imo. but the anti-blackness is a legit problem, only way they can lift our music amd style while shitting on black folk
Yeah, I’d like to see the Asians who talk about the cultural appropriation also talk about how fucked up it is when Asians appropriate black culture.
I mean, we know its not about appreciation, and we know its not a “fond tribute”, or whatever bullshit we might want to dress up K-pop’s antiblackness, or b-style in Japan.
We know because we laugh when white people try to defend their essentialization and exotification of us with those kinds of weak-ass arguments.
We shouldn’t play the same game.
— Hi-C
rarely ever see this called out, especially by east asians who are often some of the worst fucking offenders
oh my GOD THAT VIDEO
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
(via fascinasians)
Nicaraguan guerrinna sister breast feeding her baby during the Contra War. Orlando Valenzuela’s photography captures the femininity of revolutionary Sandinista women so beautifully.
“I have learned that a woman can be a fighter, a freedom fighter, a political activist, and that she can fall in love and be loved. She can be married, have children, be a mother. Revolution must mean life also; every aspect of life.” Leila Khaled
i mean—i love this picture. i really do. it calls to mind the other picture of a woman breast feeding her baby talking to hugo chavez. but…i’ve seen it reblogged so so so many times these past few days—and some poeple have a legitimate right to, as they are latina and this is their history or they’re women of color and i trust that they reblog this critically or aware of context— and other people …i don’t know. this picture coupled with the other pictures of women (mostly women from the global south or carribean islands that i’ve seen) in soldadera gear with guns and in formations…
i’ve been thinking a lot about this poem and wondering in what world we think that being a mami during war time is beautiful or inspiring. (p.s. also not sure how i feel about a palestinian woman being used to speak for a nicaraguan woman):
By Jo Carrillo
Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
sitting at a factory machine
wielding a machete
in our bright bandanas
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
holding machine guns bayonets bombs knives
Our white sisters
radical friends
should think
again.Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
walking to the fields in the hot sun
with straw hat on head if brown
bandana if black
in bright embroidered shirts
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
smiling.
Our white sisters
should think again.
No one smiles
at the beginning of a day spent
digging for souvenir chunks of uranium
of cleaning up after
our white sisters
radical friends.And when our white sisters
radical friends see us
in the flesh
not as a picture they own,
they are not quite sure
if
they like us as much.
We’re not as happy as we look
on
their
wall.“And When You Leave, Take Your Pictures With You,” published in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, 2nd ed., 1983
So there’s this weird generational window that you never really hear anyone talking about, kids birthed between say ‘88 and ‘92 whose first shits and steps and birthdays exist not on some cloud or hard-drive but rather in the attics and closets of their childhood homes or maybe some early retirement community, preserved on the decidedly analog mediums of videotape and film that this particular cohort (of which of course I am a member) are constantly accused of fetishizing through like Instagram and that whole curated Tumblr aesthetic that you don’t really need me to describe. And right around the time that these kids first started maybe gaining some sense of life’s complexity/difficulty—via say early romantic rejection, or genitalia grown too large or not large enough, or all that talk on the news about candy-colored threats to our safety—is when digital photography and its dutiful, unsentimental glare really took off, consumer-wise, so that filmic or photographic documentation of this cohort’s youth starts to, around age 11, 12, 13, look a whole lot more prosaic and mundane, the colors accurate and well-balanced but lifeless, unlike those grainy/impressionistic documents of simpler times, and so maybe this is a reason for all of that fetishizing, I don’t know.
‘88 here… you might be on to something.
maybe this is why there are 1100 photos of me tagged on facebook and 990 of them are from high school
tres vrais
OH MY GOD! I NEEEEEED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Source: hulkling, via xtremecaffeine)
so…
my best friend in middle school and high school was a filipina girl, m. we went to the same schools. i hung out at her house after school for years. she called my mother, mom. by the time i went to college, i could follow basic tagalog conversations.
m’s cousin was a boy named, d. d was not only my brother’s best friend, but my mom unofficially adopted him for a while. he lived at our house for years, and because his father wasnt fluent in english, mom would go to the principals office to talk about d. and to this day if you hear me talk about my brothers, im talking about him and my bio-brother.
all of us grew up loving hip hop/r n b. d and my brother were/are mc’s, m and i knew almost every word to every major hip hop album that came out in the early to mid nineties.
and d uses the word nigga like any black boy in our neighborhood. and i have never even side-eyed him for it. because frankly he gets a nigga pass from me. this is a boy who loves and respects black women like nothing. if i’m in the room and he lets the word ‘nigga’ slip out of his mouth, he apologizes to me, not because i’m black, but because i’m his older sister, and one should speak respectfully around your older sister.
part of the reason he gets a pass from us is because we know him, we know how he grew up and who he grew up with.
but even with that pass, when he goes to a place where folks dont know him, he doesnt use the word nigga until it is clear he has a pass. see, that’s how i know that he respects black folks, because he doesnt take that pass for granted, he understands its limits, he understands that in certain circumstances he had it rougher than his black friends, but that doesnt make him black.
we might laugh and be like, you might as well be black. but that doesnt make him black. it doesnt even make him ‘like’ black. it makes him, him, specifically, family.
as for m, my best friend, i dont ever remember hearing her saying something anti-black. she dated black boys just as much as she dated any other race really. and both she and d were super proud of their culture, their language, their food (oh my god! the food! her mom was such a good cook!) their jokes, etc.
at the same time d could do almost every rap tupac/makaveli came out with. that was his idol. so i guess its no real surprise that he understand that while he had it rough growing up, that when ppl (authorities) first met him ppl were more likely to consider him trustworthy and innocent in comparison to my bio-brother.
its kind of funny how a high school drop out can understand this, but grad students who focus on critical race theory cant seem to grasp the idea.
(via karnythia)
(via foodelse: Homemade Earl Grey Milk Jam by Baby Hedgehogs)
:)
