It's been almost a year since my last post but I can't not talk about this.
F1 is trying to make a big deal about being more progressive, making a safe place for women. And how do they do that? By grossly mishandling a potential sexual assault case at the start of the season. Allowing Patrick Mahomes to buy shares of Alpine after repeatedly defending his brother's sexual battery case. Allowing James Charles into the paddock, someone with multiple allegations involving underage boys.
AND INVITING DONALD TRUMP.
edit to add: Camila Cabello is a racist and so is Jake Paul who are also at this race
1K notes
·
View notes
it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.
i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.
i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."
when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.
i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.
i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.
the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.
pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.
of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.
12K notes
·
View notes
There's always the fear of forgetting the faces of loved ones that passed away, but visiting the old camps as John and hearing the echoes of people he knew hurts in a different way.
John may forget parts of his brother, but he'll never forget his voice.
He'll never forget the voices of the people he once saw as a family, for better or for worse, he is haunted by these echoes of the past.
160 notes
·
View notes
man this thing is crazy. I can’t show off half the things it does because the video/casting software needs some updates, but like....... I spent the morning sitting under a TREE creating 3d models IN THIN AIR.
it was absolutely surreal being surrounded by birdsong, warm sunlight, being able to see every leaf on the trees around me crystal clear....... AND being able to see AND INTERACT WITH virtual objects on top of reality with that same clarity.
just..... literal, real-life holograms. out in nature. words honestly cannot do it justice.
anyways. my new life goal is to get a solar-powered backpack charger and then never go inside again 🌳🌲🌴🍃
361 notes
·
View notes
There are true crime tik toks about her. And even one of ppl trying to visit her apartment. The crime scene.
Sometimes idk what this blog is for. I can't reach everyone and sometimes it feels like none of us will ever be human enough for settlers to treat us as human. I'm so tired of begging for the bare minimum and being told it's too much while bodies that look just like mine pile up.
56 notes
·
View notes