Well. I had a hilarious evening.
Let me serve as your cautionary tale to NOT order wedding dresses online when you aren’t confident in your sources (etsy, sure! house of wedding dresses from aliexpress.com, holy shit no!!)
You are reacting with such a great attitude to something that gives me heartburn just thinking about it. Eeeeeeek wedding dress shopping online!
I love you. I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.
#note to self
Starring in Wes Andersons first work place situational, Daniella Cortez Alvarez. Playing the role of Isobel Gunther, the disaffected daughter of a moderately wealthy sea captain turned antique furniture enthusiast. She owns a small but carefully curated collection of vintage typewriters and is constantly being rejected by The Royal Observer, her small sea-side towns daily rag.
She spends a lot of time looking at people sideways and always carries a compass.
For no apparent reason.
(In other news, I have no idea why I’m dressed like a reject Tennenbaum today, but I feel cute and the pants fit. So there’s that.)
That shirt is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.
Evening sunshine, early sunsets, cold outside but warm in my living room. Selfies as self care is a regular thing in my house.
It is crazy to me that perfectly healthy, beautiful women are told to change their bodies because some dude who reads The Swimsuit Issue doesn’t want to fuck them (but still feels like they have the right to)
and I think I’ll fight that until it changes
^thing I can get behind^
As many of you may have noticed, I’m not spending much time on this blog doing the update thing right now.
All of my blogging energy is being spent over on Real Talk Sex Advice, which I run with my dear friend Dani. It’s a labor of love, and I find that my desire to run this here blog has diminished greatly in the face of running a pretty successful advice tumblr.
I might post once a month or so, and it’s never original content, so if you want to unfollow, I understand, and I support you in your decision.
I’m not going to call you out by name, but I will call out your behavior.
Submitting a nude photo of yourself to a fat fashion blog doesn’t make sense at all. Don’t do that.
1. What is your favorite book and why? Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins. It’s the combination or self discovery, redheads of questionable morals, Washington and it’s very persistent weather patterns being a secondary character, sex scenes written well and used sparingly, the importance of the moon, and a realistic and flawed love story. I just can’t find anything that makes me more happy.
2. What is your biggest fear? I have an irrational fear of finding severed limbs. Especially when I’m out walking in wooded areas or reaching around under my bed for something, like I might just come across a severed hand or foot… I can’t even tell you how much of a case of the heebiejeebies I just got thinking about that.
3. What is your hidden talent? Semi-Hidden: I sing really well and at one point was toeing the line on a musical theater career. Totally Hidden: I can keep calm under pressure of a serious magnitude, and I become the glue that holds a group together in times of trauma.
4. Your favorite comedian? Eddie Izzard, there are other comedians I LIKE, but he’s the only one I LOVE.
5. If you had a magic wand right now and could only use it twice, what would you do and why? #1. Get all the anchorage court drama settled so that we can leave on even footing and a clean slate. #2. *poof* I’m in Tacoma in a house with furniture and a fenced yard for my little dude, and the huse is all paid for, and I have a sweet job working as a costumer for a theater company in the Old District of Tacoma. YES PLEASE.
6. What is one of your accomplishments? I’m currently accomplishing the task of raising a 4 year old without assistance of a second parent, and he is fucking amazing.
7. What did you want to when you grew up as a child? I want to be an actress on Broadway until I discovered costuming, and then at 15 I switched life goals. I STILL want to be (and AM) that, but I should have specified that the dream came with a living wage attached to it…
8. How would you live if you only had a week to live? 5 years? Forever? I am such an emotional wreck this week that my brain just went hyper realistic and I started to think about all the paperwork I’d need to do to keep my little dude safe and get him to his godmother. That made me cry a bit, so I’m not going to answer this one.
9. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in instant chemistry, and I believe you can fall in love with someone you have instant chemistry with, but I don’t think the love happens right away.
10. What would happen if you never wasted a minute in your life? What would your life be like? Shit, I guess if I didn’t die of exhaustion I’d probably own a company that makes specialized costume pieces, like origami hats or something. The thought of never having a minute to just slow down sounds terrifying though…
Plus Model Shanda Ferguson wearing a Vikki Green Envy Dress of Wole’ LLC
Uuuuuuuuum!!!!!!!! I NEED!
The other day I was on tumblr and came across PORK’s newest photos from a Wild West editorial. I must say I was quite disheartened and was not alone in this feeling, since, as I looked at the commentary it was apparent that many other people of color were upset as well.
These are some of the images, but if you click here it takes you to the rest of them.
[Image: Five white people standing in front of a loading garage. Two are above them, standing on the edge of the garage, three are beneath on the ground. They are all striking poses. They are dressed in styled clothes. The two standing at the top are appropriating Native items. The woman on the right is appropriating a fake leather headdress and face paint. The man to her right wears another fake headdress, face paint, and a fringed leather shirt that is open, showing his bare chest.]
[Image: A light skinned, non-Native woman with appropriated red face paint on her cheeks, a leather faux-headdress on her head, dressed in leather fringe vest, and low cut jeans with two fake Old West style guns stuck into her belt. She is taking a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniels (a type of whiskey).]
Oh yes, they included someone dressed up as a Native American drinking some Whiskey. Never mind how very problematic and hurtful this is considering the high alcoholism rate among Native American populations.
[Image: A light skinned, non-Native man wearing an appropriated, faux-headdress, shirtless, with a leather strap across his body with brass rings on it. He is holding up a fake Old West style gun, pointed towards the sky.]
I wrote a couple of things on tumblr about these photos, but the more I thought about them, the more heated I got. I thought about writing a letter to PORK, but then I came across their “about me” section and their twitter.
[Image: A screencap of the Pork Magazine twitter feed, with four different tweets that read:
Sometimes the moron trap works so well that it’s kind of depressing.
I’m so racist, when I get a new pack of crayons, I take out all the colors except for white & peach.
Wow these people use “hipster” like they’re calling Black people “nigger”. Pretty intense.]
From their twitter :
And from their homepage:
[Image: A screencap of a written blog post titled “CAMP & KITSCH IN PORK.” Beneath: “Posted on July 18, 2001 by Sean Aaberg.”
The text beneath reads: “PORK is fueled by Camp & Kitsch. Both of these aesthetics require a certain degree of sophistication & a certain degree of “Not taking things so seriously.” PORK does not believe in cultural ownership or the concept of “genuine”. Things are either done well or not done well. When we are pestered by special interest groups advocating their world view & that our magazine some how conforms to their world view, I immediately wonder, “What have you done for me lately?”
Camp is an aesthetic sensibility that regards something as appealing because of its bad taste and ironic value. The concept is closely related to kitsch, and things with camp appeal may be described as being “cheesy”. When the usage appeared, in 1909, it denoted: ostentatious, exaggerated, affected, theatrical, and effeminate behavior, and, by the middle of 1970’s, the definition comprised: banality, artifice, mediocrity and ostentation so extreme as to have perversely sophisticated appeal. American writer Susan Sontag’s essay Notes on “Camp” (1964) emphasised its key elements as: artifice, frivolity, naive middle-class pretentiousness, and ‘shocking’ excess. Camp as an aesthetic has been popular from the 1960’s to the present.
Kitsch is a form of art that is considered an inferior, tasteless copy of an extant style of art or a worthless imitation of art of recognized value. The concept is associated with the deliberate use of elements that may be thought of as cultural icons while making cheap mass-produced objects that are unoriginal. Kitsch also refers to the types of art that are aesthetically deficient (whether or not being sentimental, glamorous, theatrical, or creative) and that make creative gestures which merely imitate the superficial appearances of art through repeated conventions and formulae. Excessive sentimentality often is associated with the term.”]
After reading all of that, I felt like even if I were to send out a letter, i would be ignored, told I was being “too sensitive” or that I “just don’t get it.” But I think I do get it and even if a person of color — a Native American person at that — was involved in this photo shoot(I am not assuming anyone’s race or ethnicity in the photo shoot), it still doesn’t make it any less culturally appropriative. These pictures look mocking, not appreciative or “ironic.” And to be quite honest, most of the time I’ve seen “ironic” humor it’s offensive. These costumes strip away any meaning and devalue Native American customs and traditions and dress.
I can only speak for myself, but I feel as though when white dominated fat spaces do/write/say culturally appropriative things and do not apologize or try to make right their wrong, it alienates fat people of color. In doing so, the fat acceptance movement suffers. This is why fat colored people need to be showcased more and involved more and included in white fat acceptance spaces. Not make our own off to the side, but integrated into white fat spaces. Safe spaces are important, but integration is just as important.
Where are all of the white fat activists at in calling this type of behavior out? Solidarity is needed within the fat movement.
What I would like to say to PORK is that you ask what have I done for you lately? How about I’ve been an ally, a supporter, a fan. Please don’t tell us to get over it or justify this kind of behavior. Say you’re sorry, admit you were wrong, and take down the pictures. That’s how we can remain allies. Once again, I only speak for myself, but I’m betting other people of color would like this as well.
Any for anyone who would like to further read upon cultural appropriation, check out these links:
- Samantha, angstiosis@tumblr
ETA: image descriptions—thanks madamethursday!
reblogging because this shit is still relevant and I still don’t understand how the FA community continues to glorify and revere some of the people who took part in this photoshoot so unapologetically.
My interactions with them were pretty awful. If anyone needs to see I will dig them up to put more receipts on this post.
I will always reblog this every time it makes it’s way across my dash. That’s Amelia Butter in that group shot, people, and that’s why I don’t reblog her shit. I don’t care how cute her outfits are, what she does is hurtful and not acceptable.