Supergirl Fandom: “We’re all about representation! Unless they’re a woman of color…but if she’s played by a white woman than we need to give her all of our support! What? Queer women aren’t all white?!” and “We’re soooo tired of Mon-El! We’re tired of seeing straight white hetero relationships! So take this white lesbian relationship instead! One of them is Latina! But not the nasty, brown, ethnic Latina! The Italian with a nice sun tan one! Just like Lexa! *swoons*”
I’m absolutely floored at the fact that, when given the information that Floriana Lima is really a white woman and they’re having her play a non-white woman, these fans (many who go on and on about how *important* representation is) decided to double down on supporting her. I’ve even reached out personally before and had them do that. Sanvers will never be good representation because of its foundations, and if this were about pairing Maggie up with a man they would boycott the show. But having a white woman play a woman of color while claiming to be a woman of color? Apparently *that* is okay. Ugh.
I don’t know how they can complain about Mon-El and be okay with that. Especially when they act like its because they’re tired of straight white men being in the center of everything. Which is it? If you’re so tired of whiteness than why is it okay to whitewash when its white women? Why is it so “tiring’ to have to see a straight white man date Kara, but women of color are to be ignored if we say we’re tired of seeing Maggie’s fake tan shoved in our faces as “the next Lexa”?
What the hell is it about white women in brown face that makes these fangirls (who are all about queer representation) feel like they need to support them? Is it because its not really making them look at a woman of color? Or its a woman of color without all of those “pesky” non-white features so they can still feel comfortable?
“I still dont like big meaningless blockbusters. I dont think I have been in any particularly. The Star Wars films are the most blockbuster-type type of thing I have been in, but they are also unique in the sense that they are Star Wars.”
Her faith carried him with her. He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif. When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.