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gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

Stop shopping at Urban Outfitters.

overtheunderpass:

honeybeeprofessor:

DOnt shop at urban outfitters 

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they literally sold a blood-stained-looking sweatshirt with the name of a college that there was a school shooting at 

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they sold prescription-drug related accessories trying to make it cute

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they sold a board game entitled “gettopoly” i should not have to explain why this is bad

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they sold a super cissexist card with the T slur on it 

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they literally sold this shirt

PLEASE STOP SHOPPING AT URBAN OUTFITTERS

WOW, Ew

(Source: honeybooprofessor)

overnight-shipping:

oedipus-wrecks:

onthesideoftheotters:

missjesiika:

whycantyoubecoollikeme:

what’s funny about this if it were the other way round and a guy dancing with 3 naked/showering girls there would be a massive uproar about it

You know what funny is almost every single music video these days has females dancing half naked in it and no one actually bats an eye. It’s a social norm now. However when Marina does the opposite she has people call her a hypocrite. Since when are men above being objectified? It’s almost like getting a glimpse of what women have to go through everyday. Not nice is it.

but you dont fight sexism by being a sexist yourself……you think thats gonna teach them???

Marina created an alter ego - Electra Heart. She objectifies men through this alter ego to explore women’s roles in societies and pop culture. Electra Heart is all about being the archetypes of the sexual female and the archetypes of the bitch -pretty, sexually powerful, seductive, productive, etc.

So she isn’t really saying ‘I’m bored of being objectified, lets objectify someone else for a change’.

She’s saying ‘look what happens when the men are naked and I’m clothed. Look at how much power that gives me, how much control.” She uses the established norm of objectifying girls vs the casualness of objectifying men to point out its stupidity.

She’s trying to point out the differences between players and sluts, men with game vs girls who can’t keep their legs shut. Its about the double standard.

This is one clip from a video for one song from an entire album. The song explores female sexuality, and the archetypes of being a ‘home wrecker’. The rest of the album goes on to explore these themes in deeper ways, looking at the negative and positive.

*gradual escalating clapping*

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

okay hi i just saw your comic about being bi on tumblr and it got me thinking because all the time i've been on tumblr i've just called myself pan because i could see myself liking/being attracted to non-binary people but i don't really like calling myself pan and i identify more with bisexuality but i don't know if it really fits since i feel like i really could be attracted to anything.. do you have any ideas on what i am? sorry for rambling im just confused

a-little-bi-furious:

japanerd1:

barbidreamdumpster:

fun fact: bi just means you’re attracted to more than one gender. you can call yourself bi! you can call yourself both if you want to!

ultimately its about whatever fits you best. i personally like “pansexual” for its specificity, but “bisexual” has been an important part of my identity for years, plus i’m attached to its history and community.

for me, when i looked at my reasons for ever distancing myself from the term bisexual,  they were always rooted in internalized biphobia, but that’s not everyone’s baggage and there’s nothing wrong with deciding the pan label fits you better.

i’m sorry i can’t tell you how to id champ. but i can say that i haven’t met a multisexual who didn’t hit this "what am i" crisis at some point or another. you’ll figure it out.

I call myself bi even tho I can also see myself with nonbinary people too. It just feels right for me

I always felt that bisexuality was inclusive of non-binary genders, so I still use it because it’s been a huge part of my life and so I can keep the history of the community’s inclusion of non-binary genders alive.

Every woman knows the word slut has power. Whether you love it or hate it, the word “slut” is an evocation of a gender double standard used to control women and no woman alive hasn’t thought about what it means to be labeled in this way. In some cultures, where honor killings take place, it is a matter of life or death.

If you’re a “good” woman, don’t kid yourself. It means you’ve spent your life and will continue to spend your life calibrating your appearance, speech and behaviour so that you are not a slut. By not acknowledging how the word is used you are embracing its power over you and other girls and women. And you will pass that corrupt and misguided abuse of power on to your daughters and mine. That’s because you know, deep down, that at any point that word can be used against you. Every woman is a slut waiting to happen. Women who abhor the word, find it vulgar, and fear it, the ones who slut-shame others, gain a little bit of power by participating in a system that denigrates them.

Other women, and their male allies, reject the power of the word and the social structures that perpetuate its harm. These women and men know it for what it is - a word used to control women and their bodies, and it is useless as a weapon against them.

Soraya Chemaly, The Slut Manifesto (via approximation)
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