fat protagonist THAT DOESN’T LOSE WEIGHT OVER THE COURSE OF THE STORY
the only makeover the fat protagonist gets is a cute dress and a new hairdo. her mom also gets a matching dress and they dance in the streets together during a crowd song
fat protagonist that’s portrayed as being cute, funny, sweet, attractive and a great dancer, rather than the “clumsy ugly fat sidekick” trope
fat protagonist that hooks up with zac efron at the end
HUGE amount of poc in the cast
“If we get any more white people in here, it’s gonna be a suburb.”
the cast of the movie is flawless. and i do mean flawless. queen latiafah, michelle pfeiffer, nikki blonksy and elijah kelly are standouts, but they were all excellent in their roles
bouncy, funky soundtrack with lots of great choreography
“I think I’ve been living in a bubble or something, thinking fairness was just gonna happen. It’s not. People like me need to get up, off their father’s laps, and go and FIGHT for it.”
the protag’s mother has literally not left her apartment and gone outside in YEARS because she’s so ashamed of the way she looks, but with the help of her daughter and husband, she learns to love herself again and tell the haters where to shove it
interracial couple – a white girl and a black boy… and the girl kisses him ON LIVE TV. WITH HER RACIST-ASS MOTHER WATCHING. AND IT’S FABULOUS.
a happy ending! the story overall is very optimistic – we have to fight for change, and change is often slow, but it IS possible, especially if we all work together
zac efron. zefron. ZEFRON IS IN THIS MOVIE.
the character of corny collins in general is great. he 100% pro-integration and completely ignores his producer when she tells him the protag is too fat to be on the show, and hires her anyway because she’s the best dancer. he also uses his influence with his TV show to get black dancers on his show, and make sure they’re qualified to win the annual dance competition, despite his producer trying to stop him.
“DEVIL CHILD! DEVIL CHILD!” (i promise, it’s hilarious in context)
i’ve already mentioned the music, but i will again because it really is GREAT. my favorites are “without love”, “run and tell that”, “welcome to the 60s”, and “you can’t stop the beat”
the romances in this show are actually very well done and believable
the white pretty boy has to learn that he has to get the fuck over himself and be a fucking ally for POC and fat people if he wants to be with the protag
“So, this is love? Well, love is a gift. But unfortunately a lot of people forget that, so you two had better prepare yourselves for a whole lot of ugly coming at you from a never-ending parade of stupid.” “Oh. So you’ve met my mom.”
she is an extraordinarily talented songwriter and musician
she writes all of her own songs, unlike 99% of all top musicians today
she’s real, not some manufactured pop star
she treats her fans better than ive ever seen/experienced anyone else, musician or whatever, treat their fans
she’s just genuinely such a good person, you see it in how she treats her fans, how she talks to people, little things she does that the media never picks up on
we have the same sense of humor from what i can see from tumblr
and like, let’s talk about tumblr for a second here. she came on here, onto this godawful ridiculous website that we are all stuck on, and followed fans, liked and reblogged their stuff… and then she went even further and like, sent some of them gifts?!?! and remembered their url’s so she could meet them at concerts!?! like who else does that point me to a single person.
before 1989 was released she invited hundreds of fans over to her houses so that they could hear the album before it was released. like what?!?! things like that just really show her character more than anything else
she randomly visits fans in their homes, she just casually pops up at their front doors to make them happy (for example a girl who had cancer, an old ex-veteran, a fan’s wedding, etc.)
she invited fans?!?! to be in a music video?!?!!?
despite what buzzfeed and other /ridiculous/ media outlets lead you to believe, she honest to god does not stir up drama. like let’s break this down here: the drama with katy perry is literally all katy’s fault, taylor has never mentioned or interacted with her in any way… the only reason we know bad blood is about kp is bc kp cant seem to shut up about it; the taylor and nicki drama? was a miscommunication, and was resolved by the two of them. kimye? are trash who found a way to fabricate drama so that they’d get publicity, and yall were too thick to see the video clipping i mean honestly i cannot believe people bought that bullshit.
people love to slam her for being a “white feminist” and for not really talking about politics or other movements but like………. that isn’t her job??? she doesn’t get into politics because it wouldn’t make any sense for her to, and let’s be real if she said a single thing about a movement that doesn’t directly involve her yall would lose your minds and tell her to quit sticking her nose where it doesnt belong etc. like hypothetically if she stood up in favor of black lives matter tomorrow i swear every single person would go on twitter yelling about how “she’s fake and just doing it for the publicity”, or “who does this white girl think she is butting in where she doesn’t belong” so don’t even start with that
there isn’t a single actual reason to not like her??? like??? she writes amazing songs about fuckboys who have wronged her and stays in her own lane and sends flowers to people and treats fans like friends… and look if her music isn’t your thing then i get that, but to hate her and pretend she’s some evil snake?????? nah fam you read that on buzzfeed and didn’t think critically about it.
everyone is sooo excited for this movie but all i see is another movie marketed towards non-white girls where they are going to learn the not so subtle lesson that the epitome of womanhood, femininity and feminine strength is a white woman.
just in case you don’t know what the clark doll test is
Hey everyone! I’ve been following this tumblr for a while and I love it. Not only has it addressed problematic representations of Asian people in the past, I have also learned a lot on portraying other non-Asian people of colour. I’m currently working on an alternate universe-dystopian novel where the Cold War turned “hot” but with people of colour as the main characters. I have come across novels that portray this, but it’s often from a white person’s perspective.
While I am fully Filipina by blood, I identify as a Fil-Brit-Am: born in the Philippines, lived in England for 12 years and currently live in America. Below is what I have experienced and/or observed.
Just like what some people have said on here, whiter = more attractive. In the Philippines, walk into any beauty store and you’ll instantly see tons of skin-whitening products. With women, pale skin was a beauty staple; with men, being handsome meant being “tall and dark”, but not “too dark”. In England, it was such a double standard. I went to a mainly white secondary/high school where for white girls, it was attractive to have tanned skin (the more tan = more attractive) while girls of colour were seen as the opposite. In America, you were “exotic” (my situation) or shamed.
Oh man. Balancing conservative Filipino values with those of the less conservative English was a struggle, especially going through puberty. While it was normal for my friends to hang out in the park after school everyday, date who they wanted and just get home before it was dark, my parents gave me a strict curfew (always way earlier than when my friends would go home) and pressured me to not date until finishing college. Back then, I resented my parents for what I saw as my lack of freedom. Looking back now, I understand why. We lived in a neighbourhood where crime was relatively high and during the time, it was also where a surge of immigrants from East Asia flowed into the UK. As you can imagine, our presence wasn’t welcomed. My parents were simply trying to protect me.
Dating and Relationships
For a lot of immigrants, education was THE way to progress to a more secure future. During my teenage years, my parents emphasized this with the whole “no dating until you finish college and have at least some form of a stable job”. They mellowed out after some time. In some talks with my mother, she said that my dad and her would prefer me to marry a Filipino because they would have a better understanding of our culture. However, if he is a good man, loving etc, the race wouldn’t matter.
In England, I discovered staples such as the “English breakfast”, cake with custard, scones, fish and chips, Indian curry while keeping to Filipino dishes at home (adobo, pancit anyone?). Even though I had the option to bring lunch to school, I decided to have meals from the cafeteria. Whether that was from a moment of other children thinking my lunch food was weird or I feared of being seen as different, I can’t remember. In America (with more diverse communities anyway), they’re more open to food of other cultures.
History Repeating in the Workplace
Philippines - you’ve guessed it: colonialism. From beauty standards to power, whiteness is seen as the best. Just like another poster has said, it makes me sad that Filipino culture has been eradicated through the ages and that I never got to experience it.
England and America - Having benefited from colonialism, there is a lot of colonial mentality (though subtle). From stories I’ve been told from my parents and their generation, this is common in workplaces. White people are fine working with people of colour until they hear that a person of colour is applying to be their manager. Then they suddenly have a problem (with the whole mentality of “people of colour can’t be leaders” crap).
With three cultures part of my identity, I never really knew what my identity was or even how to identify myself. I always had the feeling of “belonging everywhere and nowhere” at the same time. it was only until last year that I discovered a term for it: third culture kid (or fourth for me I guess). Third culture kids are people who have developed multiple cultures from having lived in multiple places: one from their parents’ culture, one they grew up in and the third being a combination of the two. It has helped me with my depression, as it stemmed from the fact that I had no label to call myself while everybody else seemed to. If you are like me, I would suggest the book Third Culture Kids: Growing Up Among Worlds by Ruth E. Van Reken and David C. Pollock. It helped me a lot.
In England, discrimination was more towards the Asian community (in particular, the Muslim community despite living there for a long time). In secondary school (high school), I had the typical comments of “chink” and talking to me in a mocking Chinese accent. I remember one time when a guy asked me where I was from - I answered “Philippines” and he immediately said, “so basically Japan?” *rolls eyes*
As I was raised Catholic, the family went to church every Sunday. After some time, due to some pressure from my mother, I became an altar server. We became pretty close to the church community. What I didn’t remember is when we first attended mass, (as my parents told me later) they had openly looked at us with disgust. This shocked me as I couldn’t imagine the church goers being so mean. Talk about “loving your neighbour”. Makes me wonder what would have happened if I didn’t become an altar server…
Things I’d like to see less of
- Asian women being portrayed as submissive, shy, petite or as the Dragon Lady
- Asian women only being seen as scientists (with the whole smart, nerdy Asian trope). What about writers? Mechanics? Musicians? Leaders even?! One of my characters is an Asian woman who is an investigative journalist.
Thing’s I’d like to see more of
- Asian people being friends with or at least, being respectful towards non-Asian people of colour (in particular, black people). It’s my hope that my generation and the ones after ours will bridge that gap.
A wisp of scented smoke hung in the air, drawing her down the winding path to where the red priests had fired the great iron braziers outside the house of the Lord of Light. Soon she could even feel the heat in the air, as red R'hllor’s worshipers lifted their voices in prayer. “For the night is dark and full of terrors,” they prayed.
Not for me. Her nights were bathed in moonlight and filled with the songs of her pack, with the taste of red meat torn off the bone, with the warm familiar smells of her grey cousins. Only during the days was she alone and blind.
do y'all know where i can get those good night white pride socks that the Czech girl scout had? i know this might sound silly but i can't find them anywhere online and i want to wear them to work out lol, i think the socks are just the right balance of "in your face" but not too obvious.
We don’t but if you find out tell us! We want to look fresh AF on leg day, too!