The sky is a work of art this morning. It’s interesting how I tend to try to focus on the small things as much as possible in order to deal with the not so great big things happening in my life.
This past month I’ve been bouncing all over the world (literally), only one of those occasions being for pleasure. I’m trying to use this time to reflect on what it is I want out of life and how to go about getting there.
The fact that my life seems to be just beginning and my family and I are currently on the way to, for lack of a better word, end another life seems such a strange contradiction. So it goes.
Caroline sent me this in my personal blog, and I just had to share it with all you potterheads:
… If you’re a Harry Potter fan, this is wonderful news. [The study] provides some experimental backing for J.K. Rowling’s opinion that, “The Potter books in general are a prolonged argument for tolerance, a prolonged plea for an end to bigotry.”
More importantly, it shows that conveying messages of tolerance through literature actually works. Potter’s journey of self-discovery, then, might some day be immortalized in projects that aim to teach tolerance to young children.
It’s also Harry Potter’s birthday today!
Clair Huxtable shutting down men’s outdated opinions on female menstruation (◡‿◡✿)
Clair was always dropping truth bombs…
but why we still saying this stuff 30 years later?
Patriarchy is the answer.
"I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me."
— Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text
"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 never knew Austria was so pretty until I went there