I looked at her shoes and was like, “those aren’t boots...Does it just mean nice shoes? But they’re just heels, why is Kara so into this?”
I looked at her shoes and was like, “those aren’t boots...Does it just mean nice shoes? But they’re just heels, why is Kara so into this?”
On one hand, yes, this is overblown. On the other, someone in GAP’s marketing department must’ve known someone would’ve seen this and interpret it with dangerous levels of wokeness.
I just sent this to my husband and said, “Roma is a soccer team, this much I know.”
“If you have to go potty STOP! And go right awaaaaay! Flush and wash and be on your waaaaaaay —” please, god, help me.
I’ve never heard of a pimp crashing the party. Brazil is hardcore, man.
There are a lot of morons here. One guy, from Boston, was probably a 4. Within minutes of arriving into our town, he decided he was going to live here forever. His number 1 reason was “The women are beautiful.”
Ha! It’s my friend in Tokyo who collaborated on “LBH.” Apparently, there’s a term for Japanese women who scope out Western men, as well?
I live in Cambodia, and we have a term for this: Accidental Sex Tourist.
I arrived early for a housewarming thing at my male friend’s new condo, and found myself without a tampon. I came out of the bathroom in a precarious toilet paper situation and said I’ll brb, gotta go to the 7/11 downstairs for tampons. He took me back into the bathroom, opened up one of this typical bachelor…
That’s a whole lot of information!
I’m with you. I’m 30, and I can’t remember a time in my life when the comments on my dark skin started. It was so bizarre, especially in high school. I would see my white friends going to tanning salons, telling me they’re jealous of my natural tan. I’d go home to my Asian mother and her friends, who would tell me to…
It’s really interesting they’d use Emma Watson for this. Here in Cambodia, it’s difficult to find non-whitening cream, but they always use Chinese-Khmer models who have naturally whiter skin.
The reason why whiteness is coveted over here is it means you don’t work outside under the sun; you’re not working class. It’s…
My 2 year old loves Bastille. Only Bastille. It’s not like we’re blasting Bastille 24/7 (if that were an indicator of how this could happen, he’d love Beyonce (me) or Nick Drake (his dad)), but when it’s nap time, he’ll fuss if Bastille isn’t playing. We’ve tried baby lullabies, classical music, Yo Gabba Gabba, etc.…
[steps on soapbox] While I work in ethical fashion and can’t necessarily advocate for any fast fashion retailer [steps off soapbox] ASOS’ new bridal line is the runaway winner. I don’t like ModCloth’s aesthetic, anyway, but this bridal line looks more dated than retro, and I’d be mortified if I were assigned any of…
I initially read it as non-rapey, then I looked closer and saw a guy wearing it, which made it a little rapey. Is it worth a think piece? Nah.
Ah, I see your point and agree with you. I was 15 on 9/11 and it’s my own shortcoming that, as an adult, I haven’t noticed or bothered studying the pre 9/11 Arab Muslim stereotypes. In fact, now I sort of regret a paper my senior year in college called “The Changing Faces of Fear” that compared the then current, and…
Asians — myself half included — are usually conveyed as being a privileged minority with positive stereotypes: being smart, successful, beautiful (until a certain age),musically gifted, good at baseball, whatever...subordinate, too, which is seen a positive by the majority. While we are placed into ignorant…
There’s, actually, no way to measure if there’s been an increase in unarmed police shootings before 2014, when Congress passed a mandate police departments MUST keep data on police shootings and their circumstances. No joke, they were required to keep track of it before that, and there’s no oversight to make sure…
As a racially ambiguous half-Asian, I like this sentiment, but it’s not usually “us” who creates the divide. I can’t remember the last person I met who, within 10 minutes, started this conversation:
When I watched that, I kept nodding and agreeing with myself, saying, “Right? RIGHT?!”