Three-year-old Aboriginal girl left in tears after she is racially abused by a grown woman for wearing her favourite Frozen costume
Samara Muir, 3, had dressed up as Queen Elsa from Disney film Frozen
The little girl wore the outfit to a Disney event in Melbourne
She was racially abused by a mother and her two daughters
‘Black is ugly’ the three-year-old was told by one of the other girls
Samara was so upset she would not go to her Aboriginal dance class
When her mother asked why she replied: ‘It’s because I’m black’
This is why people who seem to need “proof from history” that WE NEED MORE DIVERSE REPRESENTATION IN FANTASY piss me off so much. People of color get harassed at Renaissance Faires, at SCA events, in online fandoms, at LARPs, and events based entirely on fantasy and fairy tale stories, because supposedly “there were no PoC back then”.
I really don’t get why anyone would need any more “proof” than the fact that a 3 year old child was told “Black is ugly” at a Disney event because she was dressed as Elsa.
I really wonder if things would change if Frozen really had been based on media from historical Denmark, as a lot of the mistaken “historical accuracy” police had claimed it was. Maybe then people would have seen someone in Frozen, maybe even Elsa, who looked like Karel Van Mander III’s Queen Persina (from a series for the Royal Court in the 1600s):
But it’s not set in historical Denmark, or Norway, or “somewhere in Scandinavia”. It’s set in a 100% make-believe world with magic ice powers and sentient snowmen.
And in THIS world, the one we all live in, racist grown women attack toddlers for dressing up as characters who don’t look like them, when there are practically NO characters who DO look like them.
everyone is so swept up in midwestern gothic billboards saying ‘hell is real’ but that’s not what midwestern gothic means to me because above all my midwestern gothic aesthetic is absolutely coated in denial of the fact that everything Is Not Well and/or the idea that the only person who sees that anything is wrong is you.
midwestern gothic isn’t just stark billboards on dark highways saying ‘hell is real.’ it’s pulling over at the next gas station with your hands shaking, asking the cashier about the funny sign, and him replying “what are you talking about? the only billboard for miles says ‘be polite.’”
This does nothing but confirm my theory that Groot is, essentially, an incarnate tree god, and that's how the Guardians don't die at the end of the movie.
man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.
[Narrator: A scientist in Peru [pause for peep] captured this, escaping from the tiny body [pause for peep] of a sleeping hummingbird. [pause for peep] A high-pitched [pause for peep] but unmistakable snore. [pause for peep] Hummingbirds are loved for their beauty and speed [pause for peep] but this one was behaving a little bit like a human. [pause for peep] The perfect cute-response trigger.]
Originally, I was planning to talk about Groo the Wanderer and how awesome he is, but that requires some screenshots to display Sergio Aragonés’ amazing artwork and WordPress doesn’t seem to want to let me add pictures. I was then thinking about summarizing the whole Hugo debacle, but frankly it’s just not worth it. So I’m giving up and talking about ‘Jurassic World’.
I haven’t seen it yet, because as I keep explaining to people, I want the movie to be about Starlord raising a pack of baby velociraptors and then taking them on space adventures, and anything else is bound to be a disappointment to me. But it does strike me based on what I’ve heard that they went down the wrong tack here, and I mean completely. Because as I’m given to understand it, the movie is about a group of people who manage to successfully clone FREAKING DINOSAURS, build functional habitats for them that also accommodate the needs of thousands of tourists, manage the logistics of running a full hotel and zoo for animals whose habits and biology are for the most part a mystery…and they decide that’s boring, so they build a giant murder monster that breaks loose and kills people just like every other iteration of the franchise.
You know what? I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that the successful park might have been more interesting than yet another installment of “People Run Away From Dinosaurs: The Movie”. Seriously, is there anyone whose interest wasn’t piqued by the idea of a velociraptor trainer? Is there anyone who didn’t get a thrill out of seeing a water show with a mosasaur? The idea of Jurassic World as a functioning zoo and theme park is a billion times more interesting than the idea of it failing…which is, let’s face it, the same idea we got in the first three movies, that Dinosaurs Are Dangerous and We Shouldn’t Tamper in God…er, Evolution’s Domain and yet another iteration of what Tony Stark beautifully called the “Mustn’t Meddle Medley”.
I say go the opposite direction. Do the successful park story. Do it as a series, because if it’s a successful Jurassic World it functions as its own story generator and there’s no way you can fit every interesting idea in that concept into two hours. You’d probably want to focus primarily on the keepers, who would have both the most amazing job in the world and the most terrifying all at once; they’re inventing a new field of zoology on the fly, learning the behaviors of the animals while trying to keep them healthy and happy in an environment that’s only a bad guess at their native habitat. They’d obviously interact with the veterinarians studying the animals and the scientists who created them, as well as park visitors.
Plots for the show could range from escaped animals (not always the big ones, either) to illnesses going through the populations to keepers finding ways to deal with behavioral problems…and if ‘House’ for dinosaurs doesn’t sound awesome to you, you’re just a very different person from me…to visitors to the park and the problems they cause. I think you could get at least a couple of seasons out of it. Best of all, it would be a series where dinosaurs were treated as animals and not monsters, which would be a nice change.
people have no idea what its like to be 14 and have everyone telling you that you’re faking and pretending to be ill for attention or to skip art class and the doctor’s telling you you’re ‘just being a teenager’ when you actually had a serious kidney disease
if someone hadn’t eventually listened to me i would have died
Please, please support self-diagnosed teenagers, don’t pretend they’re not really disabled, don’t belittle or mock them, don’t exclude them from disabled spaces and for the love of god don’t pretend you know more about them than they do
i am disabled to this day because when i was a teenage girl, my doctors didn’t take me seriously. when i said i was in extreme pain, they said i just wasn’t trying hard enough at physical therapy to repair a broken ankle. turns out they’d fucked up the surgery to fix it, and their neglect of my months of complaints meant it was damaged beyond repair. i still have mobility issues 8 years later, will have pain and require surgeries throughout my life and will, always, be disabled. because of them. because of the silencing of girls’ voices, in all spheres. because doctors do not value the voices of teenaged girls.
When I was twelve, the knee specialist I had finally convinced my mom to take me to (after years of begging) told me that my knees hurt because of my hips widening.
“No,” I said. “You don’t understand. I can’t walk when it happens, it hurts so bad. It’s been since I was a little kid.”
“It might twinge a bit, sure,” he told me. “Go to physical therapy for a few weeks.” I burst into tears.
My mom then refused to take me to physical therapy, because it was a long drive and the doctor said it wasn’t serious, so why should she bother? That was the start of her not listening to any complaint about my joints I ever had.
As it turns out, my knees were dislocating every couple of days. She and my doctors ignored and taught me to ignore sprains, fractures, cartilage tears, and dislocations until I moved out and learned that it wasn’t normal. I missed out on years of my life because of my doctor not only discounting the experience of a young girl, but fully blaming my pain on the fact of my being a young girl.
Listen to children when they tell you something is wrong with their bodies.
I had stomach pains for years as a kid. Almost daily. I was blamed as a faker.
I have Celiac.
People know what the hell is going on with their own bodies. If they don’t think something is right fucking listen to them.
When I was 11 I started getting really bad jerks in the morning. They started as twitches and gradually advanced into jerks where I would lose control of my limbs - I threw shampoo bottles while holding them, fell down in the shower, etc. My doctor told me they were just “morning twitches”, and lots of people get them.
They got worse to where my whole body would shake and I would fall down. I would lose periods of consciousness during the day where I’d stare off into nothing and forget what’s happening. A few times I even woke up disoriented and confused only to realize I also wet the bed. At age 15.
My doctor told me none of the symptoms were related, it was just stress, go to the bathroom before bed, and to get more sleep. He never once saw me for more than 15 minutes or offered to do any sort of testing.
One morning I had a seizure in the shower that resulted in a concussion, a scar up my back from hitting the faucet while falling down, and near drowning because my head blocked the drain. I would have died if my little brother didn’t find me.
Five years after I first complained to my doctor I was diagnosed with epilepsy. It took a near-death experience to get anyone to take my condition seriously. Fuck people who don’t listen to kids and disregard teenage girls as “making up symptoms”.
When I was 5 I had an incredible pain in my chest. I was five. A child. And my mom brought me to the hospital. My mom was a doctor. She’s currently the head of a large department at a local hospital, and one of the most respected endocrinologists nationwide. She told the doctor I might have a heart issue, right? Since, you know, she’s a doctor and knows these things. She told the doctor to get me a CAT scan. The doctor had this diagnosis: I was a drama queen, and my mom had anxiety disorder.
My mom’s not the kind of person who gives up though. She kept taking me back to the hospital. They finally diagnosed me with pneumonia, since I couldn’t breathe. My mom was not happy with this diagnosis. They put me on pneumonia meds and I still didn’t recover. My mom insisted she heard a “rub”, and the doctor said FINE, he said WE’LL TAKE HER TO GET A CAT SCAN just to make her shut up. They just wanted her, an MD, to shut up.
The CAT scan came back and I had over a liter of pericardial fluid around my heart. There was a soda-bottle-sized balloon around the heart of a five year old. That’s the reason I couldn’t breathe. I was finally diagnosed with pericarditis, inflammation of the lining around the heart (the pericardium).
I would have been dead had it not been for my mother’s persistence in the face of a doctor that refused to trust an MD simply because she was a woman.
Look at how many of these stories are on this post. They don’t stop devaluing our experiences when we grow up. Nor when we get medical degrees.
And what if they are faking? LISTEN TO THEM ANYWAY.
When I was in seventh grade, I did fake an injury once to get out of class. Specifically P.E. class. Because the other girls were bullying me so bad that I needed some way to escape.
I didn’t know what to do– kids are not always able to articulate emotional problems, and the P.E. teacher was the type who ignored bullying anyway. I didn’t want to just sit in class and sob. So I pretended to twist an ankle, so I could go to the nurse’s office, and sit there and sob, away from the bullies. The nurse let me stay there until I’d calmed down some (and until the next class had begun). She didn’t tell me there was nothing wrong with me or to get over it. I don’t know if she could tell I hadn’t twisted the ankle, but she could certainly tell that something real was wrong. After I’d rested some and said I could walk on it (I confess I faked a limp a little), she let me go to my next class with a note.
A kind adult listened to a cry for help from a kid. Sometimes a cry for help is for a different kind of help than it outwardly seems, but it’s still a cry for help. LISTEN TO KIDS WHEN THEY ASK FOR HELP.
I have the same reaction to the phrase "emotional manipulation." I mean, if an author can't manipulate the audience's emotions, then they'd best stick with writing science text books. Bad ones.
…When people use “Wish fulfillment” as a criticism of an RPG. Because god knows, when you’re playing a game of “let’s pretend” with your friends, -the last thing you should expect to happen is things you want or enjoy, I guess.
Oh, dear gods, I need this. i need this ineedthisineedthisineedthisineedthis. My entire life revolves around making sure I get enough sleep to perform NOT CRAZINESS at work, and I hate summer, I hate it, and I can't sleep unless I'm covered and I can't sleep if I'm warm and so I can't sleep and I can't sleep and I can't sleep. I need the weight of the blanket, but I can't stand the warmth, and the next three months are just basically going to be horrible.
I wish there was some sort of blanket you could cover yourself with but it didn’t make you warm it just provided the sensation of being covered because some nights it’s just too hot for a blanket but I need something covering me so it’s a choice between boiling to death or being completely vulnerable to monsters
Something like…….a top sheet, for example?!
Nah, nah, top sheets are WAY too insubstantial. they don’t actually provide the sensation of being covered by a blanket, and are also not proper protection from monsters.
the shitty thing about depression/anxiety is the fact that you live with it so long and so much that you forget how insidious it actually is. When you can’t do something and you think it’s because you’re lazy and unmotivated and then you have an up day and you get so much stuff done and you don’t think about how it’s because you’re having an up day. That this is literally how people without mental illness function
having a flesh vessel is so annoying?????? like they have to be constantly watered, they have to be in specific temperature range to be comfortable, i’ve had a headache for like seven hours and nothing i do will get rid of it,
physical forms are so inconvenient??????????????
I knocked mine over yesterday and scraped off some of the outer barrier and it keeps sending me really annoying warning messages about it
blood.dll has caused an access violation exception
I still can’t figure off how to turn off the monthly compile time. It goes for like 7 days wrecks all the system and takes so much CPU time.
i still cant fathom the fact that a 15 yr old kid came up with a video as powerful as #LittleGame
Tumblr I dare you to make this video go so viral that CNN has to talk about it
Lets play a little of game of our own, everytime we see this post we reblog,NO MATTER WHAT OR HOW MANY TIMES YOU SEE THIS POST REBLOG!
I love this video so much and I’ve shared it everywhere I can. I’m tempted to reactivate my Facebook so that I can share this amazingly inspirational video.
