A logical packing system. What are the first thing you need if you move in December? Books and warm clothes.
What the fuck? Whitewashing? It’s a danish fairy tale! You can’t just throw in diversity for the sake of it. It has to make sense, thats like if people were like “Why are there only Chinese people in Mulan?” Because it takes place in fucking China before anyone immigrated there!
"typical light hair, fair skinned, blue eyes" The only other Disney princesses that fits that description all the way would be Cinderella and Aurora. The only other one close is Rapunzel. Disney does extremely well with making the animated princesses fit the time period and area they are from. Let me show you a thing.
Alright this is Snow White. The whole reason this is her name is because her skin was as white as the fucking snow. She had hair as black as a raven. And lips as red as a rose. Snow White was originally a GERMAN fairytale. Ya know what color they are in Germany? White….
Now this bitch right here is Cinderella. This movie was made in 1950. Ya know what was going on in 1950? Segregation. So I doubt that in 1950 they would make some black fairytale princess considering Walt Disney was white and all the employees at Disney were white, and I’m sorry but in the 1950’s all the white people were racists. Yes, Walt Disney was fucking racist. But that’s because of when he grew up and how things were. He was actually a pretty loving and kind man and I’m sure that he would’ve had an open mind to ending segregation if he had grew up different. FYI Cinderella is French. French people be white.
This chick right here. Her name is Aurora. Her movie was made in 1969. There were still racist little bastards then. But ya know what, she’s also freaking French. And in her original fairytale her hair was the color of sunshine gold, and lips that shamed the red red rose.
Now meet Ariel. She is often times many people’s favorite cause she’s fun and quirky and her hair looks like a fucking fire truck. Her fairytale is Danish. Danish people are white. The Danish fairytale though? It’s actually based off of stories sailors told of seeing this girl with bright red hair and the tail of a fish. Idk, but have you ever seen a naturally red headed black woman. Cause I haven’t….
Now Belle here is the frenchiest of the French. Her story is actually based in France. Not just a nice fairytale that was made in France. Again, French people are white. But you see light hair on her. No. She is brunette! And she has brown eyes. Nuff said.
Now this…. this is Jasmine. She is not white, she does not have light hair, and she does not have light eyes. She is brown. And beautifully so. And she’s not so sweet and fragile either. She is independent and don’t need no man.She is Arabic and she looks like it. I don’t see any white washing here. See this is where white washing would ACTUALLY come into play. If they made Princess Jasmine, based off of Princess Badroulbadour from an Arabic folk tale, and made her white. A white girl in Agrabah. Nope.
My personal favorite. Pocahontas. Again. No white washing. She is nice and brown, and has nice Indian features. Thing about her? She was a real lady. In fact her sequel actually told her story better than the first one.
Meet mulan. She’s Chinese. She saved China. Nuff said.
This lovely lady is Tiana. She made a lot of ground as being the first black Disney Princess. She was from New Orleans. She’s american. This movie was based in the 1920’s and they did her right because she was a waitress, working 3 jobs just to make a few dollars a day. She lived in the slums/the ghetto with all the other colored folk. They kept it right to the time period they were representing but they also made her fa-boo!
Now this chicky is my girl punzy. She is the first Disney Princess since 1991 that was white. I think 20 years time is a good amount of time to bring in another white Princess. Disney had wanted to do Rapunzel for a long time. She’s one of the classic fairytale princesses. Everyone know who this chick was, but there was no Disney movie about her. The reason why they didn’t she make her movie in the 90’s was because she was white. She was just another, golden haired, fair skinned, damsel in distress. I am soooo happy they waited on this one too. Cause after being in the works for so long they took this story about a chick with long hair being rescued by a Prince, and they made her this barefoot, rebellious, bad-ass, sweetheart, that was magical and already a Princess. In fact her “prince” wasn’t a prince. He was a thief. And the coolest thing, so that she wasn’t just a typical blonde princess, they cut off her hair and it turned brown. So now she’s this edgy but sweet brunette, short-haired, girl. Also, the original fairytale is German, so Disney stayed true to it’s roots and kept her in a German setting.
This is Princess Merida. She is Scottish. Technically white. But still not just some American accent, blonde, white girl. She made a big leap in the Princess world because unlike all the others who are all strong too, she didn’t even find love in the movie. Who knows, maybe they’ll make a sequel a few years later where she’s older and more grown up and she gets married. Fun fact, Brave is loosely based around Scottish folklore of King Fergus.
So yeah, white washing would be if they made the beautiful ethnic ladies here just white. Alot of fairytales come from mainly white countries. Disney is just trying to tell a good story. Maybe they should look more into some Arabic fairytales, maybe some African ones. But all they’re doing is staying true to stories and lands.
I love you.
tumblr user bad-ass-strigoi-hunter lays down the law and tells it like it is
*claps claps claps*
This is a much more elegant and well argued version of what I’ve been poorly trying to say.
Do not hate individual stories or princesses because most of them are white. Hate the fact that Disney is not choosing to tell diverse stories more often.
Crazy Monster tried to encourage a dog.
Todd and Amy gather again to talk about Christmas, this time to talk about made-for-TV Christmas movies. But what they really want to talk about, evidently, is the film Pleasantville, so this podcast mostly devolves into a long discussion of the logistics of that film’s universe. But it has music by The Eddie Higgins Trio and Ray Conniff!
She’s just taking a bath!
Diane Ravitch on The Daily Show.
Ravitch is the queen. If only the government would listen…
We would also address poverty directly. We would increase the minimum wage and make post-secondary education cheap or free, and we’d improve improve unemployment benefits and offer free job-training to the unemployed.
Poverty is one of the few social ills where throwing money at the problem really does seem to work.
These are not radical, liberal ideas. In fact, in Europe most of them are associated with the more conservative parties, and many of them were associated with the American Republican party in the 80s. But the United States’s political climate is so different from anywhere else in the industrialized world that I fear we will just continue to get farther behind in education (and in % of people living in poverty) until we decide to make some big domestic investments.
Tsarina Alexandra wearing Russian court dress and diamond chain of the order of St Andrew
I just really love that there’s someone else on my dash who loves czarist Russia as much as I do. (Read: enough to Tumbl it)
1999: You keep your journal online? Why would anyone do that?
It has never occurred to me that I take you for granted. Maybe because I’m always so focused on the people who don’t—namely in the grocery story—that I’ve let twelve years go by without ever truly understanding what that might mean.
I was eighteen, a freshman in college, dressed as Little Red Ride Me Hood for my first Halloween house party. The party was hosted by a grad student. You were—a friend of someone’s? A random? You didn’t go to my school, you didn’t live in that town. I never really caught your name, and I’ve long since forgotten whatever nickname my friends and I gave you after the fact.
I was drunk, for the first time in my life, curtesy of an alcoholic grad student who also spent that semester as my mentor of sorts. Another friend, a senior, yelled out to the crowd, “Who wants to have sex with her?” And she raised my hand, and I was like, well, okay.
And you took me back to someone’s mattress on the floor, and I said, “No sex, okay?” And I guess you agreed. We fooled around. In a non-threatening, exciting, drunken teenage way. Your friend walked in the room before any payoff, so to speak, and you left, and I went back to the party, and my friends high-fived me, and I guess we assigned you a nickname.
The thing is—the scariest part of the night was when another friend dropped me off at my dorm, and I, for the first time, had to pretend I wasn’t hammered as I passed the girl on desk duty. Because I’m a girl who fears authority and consequences and this was the first time I really, truly acted in defiance of either.
And because you respected my boundaries, I was safe in my own bed, and my roommate handed me my trash can, and I puked in it, and I told her, in a context I don’t remember, that I would rip someone’s sack off like a paper towel (we watched a lot of Kevin Smith movies back then).
So, thank you for that experience. Thanks for letting me be drunk and eighteen and naive and curious and fun and timid and sure of one thing but not really much else.
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to thank you for our stumbling encounter, but I read what I read, and I know what I know, and I’ve read enough and know enough to know that I’m damn lucky for that night.
So, thanks. I hope that’s how you’ve always been and that you’ve passed that respect along.
We know how you feel, Pooh.
Me trying to get back to the store from Starbucks in the middle of a downpour.
I took Baby B for a walk on a perfectly beautiful morning this morning that turned immediately into a downpour as we exited Starbucks, which was, incidentally, the furthest point from his house.
These are apparently the requirements for a Trader Joe’s site to open, which means there are none to be found in lower-income neighborhoods where these kinds of liveable salaries are needed most. On top of this, prices skew slightly higher despite the private labels and discount high-end offerings.
In short: specialty stores like TJ’s and Costco aren’t going to make the monolithic department store that is Walmart go away.
Well, this doesn’t come as any surprise. Trader Joe’s has never closed a store, and they’re very careful about where they open new locations. From a business standpoint, this makes sense, but I do think a test TJ’s location outside of the norm would be really interesting.(via theres-a)
What fascinates me on the regular is that Pittsburgh’s TJ is in a lower-income neighborhood and yet of all the times I’ve been in there (at least twice a week for the past two years), I never see outwardly lower-income shoppers there. And the upper-middle-class, liberal, do-gooder in me really wants to walk across the street to what’s known as the “ghetto Giant Eagle” and say, hey! Bananas are nineteen cents each! We’re always talking about a need for affordable produce, and here it is!
It always happens this way. The kids start lining up in front of the school bus again and you think about dressing up for Halloween and fail to dress up for Halloween and you take a slow shower without shampoo and it’s December. The year-end lists start popping up everywhere and you don’t recognize half of the things on them. Your checking account looks sort of hungry and mopey but the screen(s) you’re sitting in front of are offering you hundreds of amazing deals on things you need to buy for all the people in your life who mean a lot to you. You haven’t read the book you wanted to read last summer, your feet are cold, you’ve forgotten to make a doctor’s appointment about that thing that’s been bugging you, you caught some sort of virus from an airplane trip, you’re eating too much but fuck it, you’ve gradually begun drinking two cups of coffee in the morning instead of one and now you get a headache if you try to go back. You had that one night full of soft lights and dancing and garlic toast and a coat that wasn’t yours. You have said “I love you” hundreds of times and actually meant it. There are songs in every car asking you to sing them and smile. You take a minute to sit down and it’s December. You remember how lucky you are. You realize it’s been a hard year. You think about all the things coming up next year that are going to make it an incredible one. You’ve stumbled over something full of grace. You’ve cried in different places every month of the last year. You think if you could collect all the tears in a big jar and pour them out over the balcony, yelling the whole time, yelling louder than you’ve ever yelled before, you might not have to do any of this again. You want to do all of this again. It’s December and the air is crisp and your arms smell like firewood. You’re tired. You’re still alive.