Sometimes you lose people, and there’s just nothing that you can do about it. Sometimes you lose something that you love. Sometimes you’re replaced by someone else and shifted to a not-so-important place in that one confidant’s heart. Sometimes relationships change and you end up feeling a little bit lonely. Sometimes you just aren’t the right fit, you just aren’t the soul that that other person needs.
Rest in peace beautiful. Heaven has truly gained an angel. You will be remembered for your wonderful voice and amazing covers. You didn’t deserve this but you are now in a better place smiling down on us. We love you angel.
According to popular history, Baartman was born in 1789 in the Gamtoos Valley of South Africa. When she was barely in her 20s, she was sold to London by an enterprising Scottish doctor named Alexander Dunlop, accompanied by a showman named Hendrik Cesars. She spent four years in Britain being exhibited. Her treatment caught the attention of British abolitionists, who tried to rescue her, but she claimed that she had come to London on her own accord.
Baartman lived on in poverty, and died in Paris of illness in December 1815. After her death, Cuvier dissected her body, then displayed her remains. For more than a century and a half, visitors to the “Museum of Man” in Paris could view her brain and skeleton until she was peacefully laid to rest.
You know I’m not even a Sistar fan, but I’m really sad. Sistar is such an amazing and admirable group, they went against being pale and thin. They weren’t afraid of speaking against misogyny and sexism. Sistar is one of the realest groups in K-Pop and seeing them disbanding, is just so fucking… i can’t even find a word for it.