So apparently my bio teacher met Harry Styles in Florence a couple years back. He said Harry was asking for directions to the cathedral and the statue of David.
My teacher didn’t realize who he was until afterwards and all he had to say was that “He’s in a band called One Direction but doesn’t even know his directions.”
Why I'm tired of hearing "You're the Whitest Black Person I know"
I get it all the time, and at this point in my life I’m starting to hate it.
My mom is white, and my dad is black, so obviously I’m half black, but when I fill out surveys and info sheets I check the box labeled “African American.” I live in a town called Bend Oregon, and growing up, I was one of maybe six or seven African American students at my high school of seventeen hundred. In my social groups, I was the black friend. I had no problem with that,except these past few years things started to change and I really began to hate who I was. Not because I was a horrible person, but after my parents divorce in fifth grade my relationship with my father disintegrated, and I hated that the tone and color of my skin, created an obvious resemblance to a man I had zero respect for.
I really started to hate, what I looked like. I was jealous of my friends who had perfect smiles and long straight hair. I wished I was like them. I envied the idealized couples on social media because they were perfect. And when I started dating I felt that I could never be quite perfect with my girlfriend because she was white and I was black. That’s not how Tumblr visualizes love. Even though I loved her more than anything I never felt that people could see us as good, just because our skin was different colors. Every filtered couple I’ve ever seen tatted’ up and romanticized on this website was white. That could never be me.
I felt that certain outfits couldn’t be worn on me. Just because I had never seen someone of my color wearing them in magazines, or blogs. Instead of fashion i felt I had to search “black fashion” because I could never pull some of those outfits off, maybe if I was white. I felt like there were somethings I could never do, just because I was black. Halloween is impossible, there’s no black Superman, or Batman, there’s no black mobsters or even cowboys (not on the packaging at least) . But I could be Urkel, or maybe Will Smith. But that’s about it.
I’ve tried desperately hard to be me. But I struggle everyday wondering if the things I love, I’m not supposed to love. When someone tells me “You’re the whitest black person I know,” I wonder if liking certain bands, or certain activities are not for me. I sincerely struggle just trying to be me, and fight the fact that my skin type does not define me. While everyone around me struggles to learn that stereo types are not always accurate. And that certain things, like wearing button up shirts, disliking rap, writing poetry, and loving someone, are not things that belong to white people only. Liking those things DOES NOT make me any less “black” because only by physical definition am I that. By saying that I’m “the whitest black person” you know, you’re saying that whatever you are referring to, is something for white people. You’re saying that it’s odd or unusual for someone who isn’t white, to like or do that thing. It’s subtle, but it’s offensive, and it makes it hard for me to be me.
omg, i think i have been blocked by a blog that ships and supports the major douchebag in agent carter who is disgusting and sexist and ableist (u know who i’m talking abt because apparently we cartinellishippers put too much ‘hate’ in their tags). honestly i hope they read my message instead of disregarding it as ‘hate’, and understood what i was trying to say about safety. but also i am very happy to blocked by them, i feel like i’ve done well.
celebrity crush: Oh geeze I dunno if I even have any right now? I have mild lingering things, but it’s generally character crushes, not celebrity ones. (There are some really rad celebs out there though, great people an’ all that.)
favourite book:Strangeness In the Proportion (If I’m honest I…actually haven’t read it yet, BUT it’s Scriv’s only full-on novel so far and honestly he could rewrite the phone book and it’d make my brain bubble with joy.)
favourite band/artist:STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE (I haven’t hated any of their songs and there are only, like, three of them (out of ~70 or so that they’ve done so far, not counting live versions) that I feel solidly “meh” about. I either like, love, or CRAZY ADORE nearly everything they’ve done. Plus they art and mime and webcomic and act and run their own company and ARE JUST SO DAMN TALENTED AND GREAT PEOPLE?)
last film i watched: Umm……yeah no I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen anything since Mad Max: Fury Road. (MY COPY’S NOT GONNA GET HERE FOR A WEEK I NEED IT SO BAD.)
dream trip: …Nnnnot…going on a trip? I’m not super keen on going places or traveling. Hanging out with friends is shiny, but I can’t think of any particular places I have any real desire to visit.
dream job: Similarly, don’t really have a specific job I want (beyond “I don’t have to do anything, I just get enough money to live on and help friends so I can do what I want erryday”). I suppose art-ing as a job would be neat, if I could work quickly enough to warrant being employed for it (I don’t know how the ladies I’m working with right now can stand my slowness but they do and are ridiculously nice and I can’t tell if this is anxiety or a legit concern), and didn’t end up resenting its absencehaving to do it all the time instead of just doing it when I wanted to. Dunno what I’d specifically want to do, though.