the dutch language is a beautiful thing

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…and I hope there’s enough room for me in this flourishing community 😊 hi everybody, this is Georgia. I’m 20 years old, going into my second year at university as a 2D Art major with a Minor in German. I’ve had this blog for a while, but I’m cleaning it up & posting my own content to keep myself (and hopefully others!) motivated this coming school year.
(BTW - I’ll follow any studyblr that reblogs this ❤️)

Some quick facts about me:
-I’ve changed my major 4 times already
-I was recently diagnosed with ADHD, which has made college a bit of a struggle for me
-I’ve been studying German for 7 years
-I’m trying to teach myself Dutch & Welsh
-my favorite subjects are art (duh), foreign language (another duh), writing, literature, history, psychology, and sociology

Things I’ll be posting on this blog:
-my original notes and bujo spreads!
-other people’s notes and bujo spreads!
-studying advice
-writing advice
-motivation!
-anything to do with learning German, Dutch, Welsh, and any other language/subject I pick up
-book reviews
-MBTI, ADHD and other psychology stuff
-personal beauty and health goals/tips
-my original art and writing!
-self-care advice
-advice in general
-anything I feel fits this blog, really

Blogs that have inspired me:
@studyquill
@stvdybuddies
@coffeeteastudies
@shannastudies
@sushi-studies
@lemonscholar
@journalsanctuary
@snowystudiess
@xchasingcloudsx
@emmastudies
@intellectus
@medkip
@juliasacads
@amsterdamstudies
@productivityplant

(I’m sorry this doesn’t look too great I’m on my mobile haha thanks for reading everybody)

all right, so i get that y'all dig that ‘sing in your own language, represent your culture’ thing, all right? i get it.

but. not every language is beautiful. some just sound like you’ve got an eternal coughing fit stuck in your throat. sing in your own language? not when you’re fucking dutch buddy

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James Hanson about Audrey:

“The great thing about Audrey was her international ability. She spoke many different languages. Once I went with her to see my parents, who had an apartment in the Ritz Tower at Fifty-seventh and Park when they were in America. We were going up in the lift with two women. You know how older women sometimes look down their nose at a young beauty? Well, they were talking in Dutch about her, assuming that nobody else in the world, let alone in the elevator, would speak Dutch. Audrey looked at me and gave me a wink. We didn’t say a word to each other, but just before we got out, she rattled a stream of Dutch at me as if I was just as much a native speaker as she. They had been talking about her in a rather bitchy way, and they were in shock as we got out. She was very amusing and very good at that sort of thing.”

anonymous asked:

Curious anon looking for queer movie recommendations. Do not let me down.

ok let’s Do This

  1. fucking amal: should get a special mention tbh. this was the first queer movie i watched (i got it from the library lmao i still remember checking it out all like DONT BLUSH ALSO DONT ACT LIKE U ARE ASHAMED BC U ARE NOT ASHAMED IT’S JUST A FUCKING MOVIE) anyway i was like 12 or 13 when i watched it for the first time and just…….. my tiny lesbian children sighs i was so happy when i watched this movie it was so cute and there were girls kissing girls and girls being in love w girls and it was so nice!!!! now tbh i haven’t seen it in like 4 or 5 years now so my memory about the actual movie is a bit blury lmao but i couldn’t not put it on the list
  2. in the same category: beautiful thing. first queer movie i bought myself lmao. v simple story of boys falling in love w each other and dealing w (internalized) homophobia and their environment and w each other. you can argue the movie is kind of blah but idk it has a special place in my Heart 
  3. usually i don’t like watching dutch movies tbh (i think it’s the language… idk) but jongens is rly worth checking out. two boys competing on the same team (i think it was running. i’m gonna pretend it was running) and falling in love. the river scene is rly cute. if u watch it you’ll know what i mean. 
  4. the angels of sex a movie w poly relationships!!!!!! or like, poly relationship that goes through a lot of trouble lmao. i don’t know many movies w poly pairings so that’s probably one of the main reasons i so latched on to this one but (weak shrug) whatever. boy and girl are in relationship. boy falls in love w another boy. girl decides boy an date boy and girl at the same time. it gets Complicated. it’s cute. it ends happy. HAPPY POLY RELATIONSHIPS!!!!!!!
  5. but i’m a cheerleader: i know a lot of ppl love this movie and i’m kind of ://// about it but i can’t rly dislike it??? idk anything that involves things like straight camp make me feel kind of uncomfortable lmao, no matter what the situation is, but the storyline in itself is sweet? again girls falling in love and going through Shit but in the end still choosing each other and finding each other in order to be happy sigh. also the aesthetics of this movie are v pretty
  6. okay definitely the way he looks oh my god this movie is so so so cute. honestly i have no words you should just watch it. it’s just such a happy movie sigh
  7. rent because i always rec rent. i’m truly sorry. but hey there is maureen and joanne and angel and collins so i shouldn’t feel bad abt reccing it right??? ok 
  8. private romeo which is probably again more personal but… it’s abt two boys in military academy and it uses the script/lines of romeo and juliet and it’s so…. beautiful. it’s so soft and gentle and so so so beautiful oh my god. the first time i watched it, it was kind of confusing in the beginning bc of the names and the characters and the roles they took in the story u feel but it’s so worth it, honestly. 
  9. boys don’t cry but i sure did l m a o. i don’t have much to say abt it tbh just watch it and Prepare urself
  10. ma vie on rose falls in the same category as boys don’t cry tbh. u will cry. also aesthetically really pretty of i remember correctly???
  11. do i need to add brokeback mountain or is that too obvious lmao????
  12. also can fame go on here? i’m just gonna say it. go watch it. 
  13. heavenly creatures i’m so???? abt this movie?? it’s so pretty but also so fucked up lmao and me saying anything abt it would immediately spoil everything so…… idk yea
  14. kyss mig let’s be real here i don’t remember much abt this movie but i have it twice on dvd for some reason so let me just rec it ok 
  15. there are a lot more but i’m kind of stuck and also answering this question took me like an hour already lmao so…. okay
"Stand Better" or "A Rant on Names and Prejudice"

I will most likely catch flack for this, because nobody likes when people detract from easy issues to point out the harder ones, but I have a huge issue with individuals who get inflammatory about “people not knowing how to pronounce your name, and not caring enough to try,” and assuming that it’s solely a Black Amercan issue, when their name is made up BS. There are better things to take issue with. Far, Far better things. Since we’re here, though, I’ll explain why: It’s not a solely Black issue, much less a Black American issue… It’s an ancient fucking issue, and the modern iteration is a damn farse, and the least important part of the civil rights struggle as a whole.

My Grandma’s name is LaVoin. She’s whiter than white. Her mom was trying to be fancy during the depression when she was pregnant with my grandma, and decided to name her something “French.” She didn’t know anyone french. She picked something she decided was, and, surprise, nobody knows how to pronounce her name. French language rules would dictate that her name be pronounced “LaVwan.” Nope. Her name is supposedly pronounce “LaVoyn.” That is a made up frigging name. Don’t care how it’s spun, it’s ignorance, and neither her mom, nor she herself had the right to be pissed at someone for not pronouncing it correctly. I love my grandma, and I love my family, but It wasn’t a real name. How the shit was anyone supposed to know. She cannot be pissed. One has to be logical, and she is. I’ve never once seen her get pissed, but I’ll tell you this: every telemarketer that called back in the day expected to get a soulful black woman, and got my old Arkansas born, farm-raised Grandma. The best was when it was a black lady on the phone for whatever democrat politician was trying to wrangle votes, and when my grandma got on the phone, and they found out she was white, they promptly hung up. Yay, targeted, politicized racism.

My name is Sean, which is the more modern bastardization of the Irish Gaelic name Seán. The characters mostly remained the same, and very rarely does one see the fada above the a in the name today outside of Ireland, and even then… eh (for the record though, that sucks. Thanks England. Fuckers.) That said, I have far more a right to be pissed that the average moron doesn’t understand that Shawn and Shaun are the English and American Anglicization of a name they decided didn’t matter enough to figure out the actual spelling of, because God forbid someone’s name not adhere to their nation’s grammar and language rules. Every time some idiot looks at my name, the accepted correct spelling (albeit due to English fuckery) of the Irish Gaelic name, and calls me “Seen,” it’s irritating, sure, but when I correct them, and they say, “that’s not how it’s spelled,” or, “well it looks like Seen,” they are not only insulting my intelligence, and my own understanding of my own damn name, but are affirming, and furthering oppression set down on an entire nation that is still suffering and held to the dirt today. The Irish were forced to renounce their own language by the English, and when they fled to America during the potato famine, were met with equally disgraceful prejudice. The Irish were held in the same regard as blacks, Latins, Chinese, and Native Americans, which is essentially what bred the tense hatred between these groups in the early years of American history, and why there’s still tense holdouts for prejudice in those communities. The only thing that gave the Irish a leg up was that they were never slaves, they spoke English closer to American English than any other oppressed demographic, and they didn’t scalp people… If you want a brief history lesson on how fucked up the English were to the Irish, watch “The Wind That Shakes The Barley.” It’s a drama, granted, but it’s pretty spot-on.

The point I’m making here is that my name isn’t made up, yet I’m met with horribly disrespectful commentary bordering on anti-irish prejudice almost daily, and more often than not, by people who would leap at the opportunity to shame me for little more than having lighter skin, without ever knowing a thing about my actual heritage. That is some deeply seeded, painful shit. I have a distinct right to be furious with each ignorant douche bag who jokingly says “seen” as a means to bother me, but I was taught to act with grace, because another person’s ignorance is not my downfall, but theirs. Still though, if I were to point it out I’d get scoffed at, and laughed at just the same. That, THAT is prejudice.

Now, let’s take a name like “J’.” Anyone know how to pronounce that? How about “La-A?” No? They’re “Japostrophe” and “LaDasha.” These are not names. African is not a language, and saying that a name is “African” is as disrespectful to the continent and every country in it as saying that all people from Africa, or the middle-east are black. Hell, calling it an “African-American” name is disrespectful as shit, because after 300 years of this country’s existence, the presence of an individual’s family line here, and their citizenship to this country makes them American. Not African. Further, if one can trace their family’s lineage to a specific country, phenomenal, but if they, in fact, can, then that individual should identify as Kenyan-American, or Moroccan-American, rather than be so damn ignorant that they call themselves “African.” Don’t feed the ignorance of those around you with your own. Have some damn pride.

Being considered a first generation Panamanian-American, with my Father being a legal immigrant who just got his citizenship after almost 30+ years working and living in this country, and having raked himself up from nothing to the great man he is today, I have no problem telling people to fuck off with their misplaced racial bullshit.

I have felt the sting of prejudice growing up as a boy with the last name Moreno in Texas where being of any form of Latin heritage makes one Mexican, illegal, and related to everyone from the entire continent of South America, the isthmus that is Central America, and half of the Caribbean. It has informed me, not identified me. Allow me to further explain that statement with the fact that I’m a “half-breed,” and barely that. My mom is white as white can be, and both parents are mixes of most of the countries in Western Europe, and the Mediterranean. What does that get me? Disdain from all sides. An inability to identify with either side, because neither side sees me as good enough to allow me to be a part of their club. Degradation because I’m not “pure.” Whites, Latins, Europeans… Doesn’t matter. They’ve all, each group individually, as a whole, dismissed me. What has it taught me? THAT I AM MORE THAN THE DEMOGRAPHICS THAT WON’T ACCEPT ME.I’ve the benefit of having great education, amazing companions, and a highly inquisitive mind which has taught me, and shown me that not a single soul on this planet can put me in a mold that will hold me. I am greater than the sum of their lables. Want my heritage? Pick up a map. I’m the western hemisphere. Pick a country, I probably have family history there. Fuck off.

My name is Sean Michael Moreno-Carroll. I was named Sean, because my mother holds our Irish heritage very close to heart, but was not knowledgeable enough to place the fada over the a. Michael, because of the Archangel, and because it pulls from both sides of my family, Jewish heritage on my dad’s side, and French on my mom’s, and because it was the name of a family friend. Moreno, pronounced Mo-ray-no, isn’t even my family’s name on my Dad’s side, but that’s a story for another time. Long story, short: I’m not related to anyone with that last name outside of my immediate family. My last name should be the Greek name Alias, which we’ve lost the Grecian spelling of. The name Moreno was kept, because religion is a bitch at times. Carroll is my mother’s maiden name, and it’s the Anglicization of my family’s Irish clan name, O'Carroll. It’s hyphenated at the end, because in Latin-America, and in my family, in particular, we hold names almost sacred, and the mother’s name is added on to the child’s paternal surname in our culture as a sign of respect, and deference to her part in the family, and in recognition of her family itself.

See, names… Names are all we have, and when one’s name has history, has a story, has depth, then they have a right to defend it so fervently. When their name is nothing but ignorance given form, they have no right to scold others for not knowing that Lemon Jello is pronounced “le-mawn-gel-o” rather than the food item it actually is. When some person tells me that Sherika is an African name, I will scoff at them, not because they’re black, but because it is a word only in Arabic, not “African,” and their name is the Anglicized, ridiculously transcribed version of the word meaning “parrot.” They’re probably going to tell me it means something like, “flower” because their mom told them so, and they’re are too daft, or too lazy to go find out for themselves.

Sean is the Irish Gaelic for “the wise,” or more directly, “old." Please, tell me the country of origin, and the language for the name LaShonda. I’ll help, it’s from the United States of America, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing. It’s not African, and any individual claiming such has no right to pollute the beauty of names from countries like Zimbabwe, or Egypt, or the various tribes there-of (that have been fucked enough by English, French, and Dutch colonization and empire-building, without being degraded by ignorant relatives an ocean away) with their made up crap, and pass it as racism when someone says their fallacy of a name incorrectly. No action has more hurt the fight for civil rights in this country than the horribly misguided movement to separate Black Americans from the rest of their peers by making up false names, and creating absurd movements like Ebonics. Yes, reclaim heritage, no, don’t do it by making shit up. Calling out fallacy isn’t racism, it’s truth. If Black American political leaders of the last couple decades prior to today wanted a sure-fire route to discredit their people, they found it. White, racist politicians and policy makers the nation over have been laughing their way to office ever since on the backs of people too blind to realize they were being marginalized.

It’s racism when one degrades the traditions, ideologies, and practices of an entire people based on ignorance, misgivings, and xenophobia. Mocking an entire continent by deciding some throwing together of random English sounds is African is, in itself, unintentionally discriminatory, and cultural appropriation at best, and blatantly racist at worst. 

When one decides I’m Mexican, Cuban, or anything other than Panamanian because of one of my last names, that’s racism. When one assumes I have no place in these discussions, because my skin is "lighter than other people’s from there,” that’s racism. When one comes to my table, and claims their righteousness, and pisses about their misrepresentation due to someone not pronouncing their name correctly, when their name is the least ethnic thing about them, I will call them on their shit, and I will tell them to sit the fuck back down, and rethink how they’re going to “represent their people”… Clearly, they don’t even know what the hell that means.

If an individual wants to fight racism, they need to start acting like a human, rather than a color. Until we can look past this petty shit, and look to educate, rather than inflame and rage, we should not stand, because we’re part of the problem. When one fits the stereotype willingly, they’re doing little more than affirming the disrespect of those spouting lies about the rest of us.

We must be better, if we want this shit to end. Be smarter, be better educated, more well mannered, less inflammatory, and more strategic in our allocation of rage. We need people, you, in this fight, but nobody needs someone misplacing their rage on things they know nothing about, and have no place discussing. Racism is so much bigger than just skin tone, and it’s so much broader than just in this country. For God’s sake, get educated, and understand that, yes, prejudice toward Black Americans is rampant, and unacceptable, but it is not the issue. It is one of a number of massive, horrible societal crimes perpetrated by the global community as a whole. The most rampant, most violent, most widely perpetrated, and most pathetic of those crimes being sexism. The next in hierarchy is classism. Next is true racism. Finally, at the bottom of the heap is American “racism,” where we’re content to only yell about how Black Americans deserve better, but when the chance comes to make a change by running for office, or voting, we do nothing. Stand. For fuck sake, do something that matters. Make art, make waves, educate, inform, aid, love, but don’t just yell.

If we fix the bigger issues, the others will have a precedent, and they will have to fall in line. Even then, however, this is one country. One.This isn’t going to fix itself in a day. We must be firm, be strong, be unwavering, but we cannot afford to pick fights we have no place barging into. If we serve each other, we will get far further than if we piss and moan. Tantrums get nothing. 

There are PLENTY of people this doesn’t apply to. I’m not talking to them. But please, when the subject is injustice, when what’s at stake is lives, don’t make the issue so petty by making it about names. This is a symptom, not a problem. The sooner we face issues, rather than talking points, the sooner we fix this fucked up world of ours.

With that all said, I admire the passion we have as a generation, and I love each of my peers, because we are the generation that never had a chance, and still we persist, but I want better for us than sinking into the same patterns of our predecessors. We deserve better. So do our kids.

Let’s do better than our parents. Let’s be more than what the generations ahead of us expect. Let’s be legends.