feminism that prioritizes skinny white girls with hairy armpits is not feminism at all 

looking @ u petra collins

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bisexual means you can only like 2 things i’ve chosen drinking and wizards

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I feel so weird about this now, but growing up, I always surprised people with who I really was. That is, people were always terribly shocked whenever I revealed truer bits of myself.

I was not, am not, a shocking person. But close friends of mine would gasp when they heard me swear in the hallways, Meaghan doesn’t swear. People would be so, so surprised to hear of my failing at anything. The time I broke down in a sight reading choir audition the fall of senior year, when I all but ran out crying and had to call my sister of all people, in Michigan at boarding school, to calm me down. Had a fucking panic attack over an a cappella scale and a few bars of music. It all went to shit and I didn’t even realize. Meaghan doesn’t break down like that. Little things like that. Allie surprised when I told her I wanted tattoos and piercings and excitement in my life. Tom completely floored when I walked in to his sister’s wedding last year, looking super hot and still smarter and happier than him. 

It leads me to believe one of two things: Either I was better at my performance act than I ever meant to be, Or I was completely invisible most of the bloody time. And I don’t know which is worse. I only hope I’ve gotten past it all by now.


Rachel in the water, 2014

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Anonymous asked: What advice do you have for a 14 year old girl?


This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.


ELLE MAGAZINE: The Alvin Ailey Dancers Take on Spring’s Best Dresses

PhotographyKathryn Wirsing   

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William Shakespeare’s Timon Athens performed by the Los Angeles Drama Club / Shakespeare in the City. These are mostly underprivileged kids from an underfunded and underserved who have been given an opportunity to break out of their hard situations.

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I was moved seeing these young children performing Shakespeare with such animation, enthusiasm, and skill.








arts education is possibly the most important thing in the world 

it really is

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal” (via speciousstuff)

still a beautiful poem 

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omg please can we talk about how non-profits are just domestic neo-liberal exploitation machines?

arts non-profits as well

after working at WBEZ last summer when all the business with Torey Malatia hit the fan……. yeah

at least at the museum things are a little more upfront. it’s still so criminal how they don’t pay their interns though. 

something’s got to give. big time. 


Cute couple of the day

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My own view of myself was that I was small and innocuous, a marshmallow compared to the others. I was a poor shot with a 22, for instance, and not very good with an ax. It took me a long time to figure out that the youngest in a family of dragons is still a dragon from the point of view of those who find dragons alarming.

Margaret Atwood (via thegeekyblonde)

what kind of woman doesn’t own an ax?

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top 10 favorite chick flick comedies (2000s)

dudes YES

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wait wait though 

the fosters and parenthood = legitimately awesome tv

And then I saw that Melissa Fumero had been cast as Amy Santiago on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and I felt my guts roll up into my throat and try to escape out of my mouth. Omgomgomgomg that’s it then. There’s no way in hell a major network is gonna cast two Latina actresses in such a tight ensemble show I AM SCREWED.

And then next day my agents called and told me I’d booked it.

I couldn’t believe it. I had been saying to my boyfriend the night before how there was JUST NO WAY. Normally, The Latina is a singular element of the ensemble she is working in. She’s there to provide contrast, or sexuality, or humor. Or she’s there to clean the floors and/or steal your man. There are some serious stereotypes very much alive in film and TV today, and The Latina is one of them.

Here’s the thing though. The world is changing. Slowly but surely, television is changing. The character stereotypes are changing, or being turned inside out by some fantastic writers and actors (I’m looking at you, Orange is the New Black, Scandal, and The Mindy Project). People of color are on TV playing roles that are fleshed out, complex, human. And yes, some of those characters are maids. Some are sexy heartbreakers there to steal your man. Some own BBQ joints, while some are Chiefs of Staff. Some are prisoners, and some are cops. All are real people with hopes, dreams, ambitions, fears, and all the other vast human emotions and desires…

This is important. Because young women are watching TV, and they are getting messages about who they are in the world, who the world will allow them to be. And in big important steps, television is showing a reflection back to those young women that YOU CAN BE WHATEVER THE HELL YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE, and that two Latinas on one show is NORMAL. I think that’s a win for everybody.