I contend that 30 Rock was quite often like "this" as well.
I LOVE AMY SCHUMER too but she's not a size 6 (whatever that even means anymore). She actually is bigger than the "average" Hollywood actress even though it's sad that the average runs very, very small. She's just as blond and white as the rest, though.
I was 100% this couple except no one would date me so actually I was just sad, lonely Goth kanye.
I don't understand the need to survive. When the zombie apocalypse comes, I'll be out in the street. Mindlessly eating your brains.
I cheat this a tiny bit(as blue based blacks totally clash with my chalky but yellow undertoned skin), line the whole lip in a super dark red, then put some Make Up Forever Rouge Artist Intense #50 on top.
"the unbearable whiteness of feminism!" *sings*
Correction: All of the WHITE women should have been on their feet. Everyone else has their equal rights, don't cha know?
There was this guy today at the cafe, where we were the only two people in the room, and he kept on staring at me, while I was eating, doing homework, and using the phone. And as I was using Tinder, I saw his profile, it was quite racially charged and full of fetishization (think confederate flags, Yellow Fever,…
Gets me to the church on time
Of all people to get engaged on Valentine's Day. With a heart-shaped ring.
It's a very trendy and prevalent technique in fashion and editorial photography now to "blow out" subjects with light. This technique is employed mostly on White subjects since the vast majority of the models in and on the cover of major magazines are White.
Just because you hate it, doesn't make it not a reality. It is pretty clear in the piece that she was considered the most beautiful girl because it was different in this particular culture. So yes, you're right, most people do not have these features and its pretty common to admire what you don't have.
Man, I should've named this website "MyFuckedUpCuticles.Jezebel.com."
About two years back, deathvalleyconsort and I went to a friend's birthday party dressed as Daria and Trent. At a party of 30 people, 2 people knew who we were. In that moment, I wasn't just dressed as Daria, I became Daria. And, that party became my Brittany.
I completely agree re: the POC characters. The one saving grace seems to be that they are themselves aware of it.
I loved how Daria couldn't bear her love for Trent, not only because of the usual cacophony of hormones and panic that is teen love, but her sadly mature understanding that she could have Jane or Trent, but not both.