me: oh so you consider confederate flags ‘historical’? then put them in museums w/ proper context, not on fucking state flags. if their significance is ‘historical’ then treat them the same as nazi flags-
I saw some discourse on my dash today about how Roni's wardrobe is stereotypical and offensive, or it isn't, and I was wondering what your take on that was, since you're Latina and you've always been pretty respectful when answering.
Hi! So, I haven’t seen any discourse because I’ve barely been on here and I don’t follow a lot of OUAT blogs, but I’m guessing both sides have valid points.
Obviously, people are entitled to their opinion. I don’t want to speak
over other Latinx or PoC on what they consider offensive. If they have a
problem with Roni’s styling & wardrobe, they’re entitled to that. If
they feel it’s stereotypical, they probably have good reasons to think
I’ve seen several Latinx who have been wary about Roni’s styling since the first photos came out, who found it stereotypical and felt they were making her into this clichéd Latina character, and I understand why they might feel that way. I’ve also seen people who don’t mind it. I’m part of the second group. Here’s why:
Regina’s never been explicitly Latina, as in, if you’re a casual viewer, you’d probably never even know she’s Latina. If I’m not mistaken, for the past 6 years, there hasn’t been anything in canon that makes her Latina, other than Lana saying she is, and the fact that they casted a Latino actor as her father, but it’s all understated. As Roni, it’s the same. They have not written her as Latina. I think her wardrobe is just to show how different from Regina she is, as in more laid back & casual.
Cinderella and Lucy, who are also Latinas, have not been dressed in stereotypical ways. I think the costume department never intended Roni’s wardrobe to be stereotypical, but obviously, since Lana is Latina, some might think it as such.
I’m really, really glad that they’re giving Lana’s hair a break. She has
talked about how her hair played a part in her getting roles (aka her
straightened hair allowed her to look “whiter” because you know how
Hollywood loves its stereotypes), and I’m glad she’s getting to show her
I’m not against her styling choice. And this goes beyond me thinking “phewww she looks hot as fuck” in every scene. Because I DO know how much some Latinas love their animal print clothing.
And because the animal print hasn’t really been over the top.
Because skinny jeans + a tank top every day? Not really stereotypical in my opinion. Hell, that’s the way I dress most days.
Because I don’t think they’ve made her into your stereotypical Latina (a la Sofia Vergara in Modern Family).
Since my eyes are dying from weariness and I have a Japanese test (AND SHIT A JAPANESE SPEAKING THING) tomorrow haha oops…. Well anyway, I’m gonna get off tumblr now, you were all lovely with all the asks today. The real heroes of my procrastinating<3
From the moment we’re capable of it, every single one of us has believed in something.
Our entire lives, every second, we have and always will have a singular belief.
For some it’s a higher power, for others it’s themselves or the people around them.
On the dark and miserable days, I wonder if belief is enough.
I hope it is.
An unusual discursive experiment was undertaken in the early 1990s at Antioch College, a small, educationally ‘progressive’ institution in Ohio, USA. The college introduced a campus-wide sexual consent policy (drafted by a group of students, faculty and administrators) in which consent was defined not as the absence of ‘no’, but as the presence of ‘yes’.
The policy’s central feature was a requirement that an affirmative response must be elicited for every act performed during a sexual encounter. A spokesperson explained to the press, ‘The request for consent must be specific for each act… If you want to take her blouse off, you have to ask. If you want to touch her breast, you have to ask. If you want to move your hand down to her genitals, you have to ask. If you want to put your finger inside her, you have to ask.’
…This initiative occurred in the midst of public controversy about ‘political correctness’ on American campuses, and it soon attracted attention in the national and foreign media as an outstanding example of ‘political correctness gone mad’. The tone of most coverage was incredulous, with incredulity focusing on two points in particular. One was the foolishness of the college authorities in imagining that the urgency of young people’s sexual desires could be contained and regulated by any set of rules. The other was a more specific objection to the actual substance of Antioch’s rules, and this objection is especially interesting in the context of a discussion of language and sexuality.
What struck many critics as particularly absurd was the requirement that people must speak their desires. An idea that recurred was that talking about what you were doing or what you wanted to do must inevitably interfere with the business of actually doing it, destroying spontaneity and dissolving pleasure in a torrent of superfluous words. Good sex was implicitly represented as a passionate, wordless communion of bodies, a transcendent experience that cannot and indeed should not be verbalized.
However, interviews conducted with members of the campus community at Antioch suggested something rather different.
The main aim of the consent policy had been rape prevention, and this was what administrators emphasized when they were asked what difference it had made. Yet when women students were asked the same question, a number spoke not of feeling safer, but of having better – more exciting, more varied and more pleasurable – sex. When asked how the policy had achieved that effect, they explained that it had impelled them to develop a language for representing their desires, both to themselves and to their sexual partners. They found themselves talking much more explicitly than they had previously been wont to do about specific sexual acts, and they claimed this enhanced the experience of sex.
(Deborah Cameron and Don Kulick, Language and Sexuality)
i wonder if my parents knew that when i was born i would become somethig volatile and destructive, disobeying everything they wanted for me. i wonder if my grandma knew that my mother would defy everyone and be a storm of anger guilt and sadness. really makes you think huh
They only had a moment. Chiffon told Nami earlier in the bathroom that Bege didn’t like to be kept waiting. The navigator had hoped that after washing away the mizuame and feeling somewhat normal again, she would be ready to actually face Sanji-kun. One glance at his face and she realized she was wrong. Tears welled up in her brown eyes as she recalled his expression after she slapped him earlier. Any thoughts that she had wanted to discuss with him were scattered. The navigator bit her lip in frustration until she remembered a song matching her sentiments.
We are problems that want to be solved We are children that need to be loved We were willing, we came when you called But man you fooled us, enough is enough
She sniffled and continued to sing softly.
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? So what about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters? What about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? What about love? What about trust? What about us?