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Toby Morris describes himself as “an Auckland-based illustrator, art director, comic artist and recently the author of Don’t Puke On Your Dad: A Year in the Life of a New Father.”
His recent comic, The Pencilsword’s “On a Plate” illustrates the concept of privilege, and delivers the truth with a punchline that literally hits you in the gut.
He places two individuals side by side, showing how financial security and benefits, or the lack of it, affects them even if they come from households that love and support them, leading to two completely different outcomes.
Please do NOT forget Ferguson
Do NOT forget Palestine
Do NOT forget Gaza
Do NOT forget Hong Kong
Do NOT forget Mexico
Do NOT forget the suffering of people around the world. Do NOT forget the injustice around the world. Do NOT forget the imbalance in this world.
Resistance isn’t a crime.
Murder is a crime.
Occupation is a crime
Free Ferguson, Free Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Hong Kong, Free Mexico. Free the world from injustice and impurity.
- “We’re your family, we’re allowed to make fun of you”
- “Come on, it’s just a joke”
- “toughen up and stop being a baby”
- “We’re just teasing”
BULLYING IS BULLYING NO MATTER WHO IT COMES FROM.
IT JUST HURTS A FUCKLOAD A LOT MORE WHEN ITS COMING FROM PEOPLE YOU TRUST
this post will often go weeks without a note
and then there’ll be a holiday
and it resurfaces
and that makes me sad
I relate to this a lot.
My extended family really likes to pick on each other at gatherings (it’s supposedly their way of showing affection, since being vulnerable and genuine is just too hard) and often when we get together, all my embarrassing adolescent moments get brought up and laughed at. I’m never given space to “get over them” because they’re literally brought up every time I see those people, and totally get retold and twisted into a bigger deal than they were until I end up feeling gaslighted and having a borderline panic attack. It’s at the point where I get a ton of anxiety when I’m going to have any kind of reunion with my extended family.
Don’t be one of those people who embarrasses or bullies others for reasons like supposedly showing affection, feeling included, or to avoid being bullied yourself. Especially if they show signs of not liking or appreciating that kind of treatment. Be the one who rises higher than that type of behavior.
Ferguson is still happening.
Hong Kong is still trying.
Our world is crying out and we cannot contribute to its silence.
Don’t forget about the missing students in Mexico. The parents are still protesting.
Resistance in Palestine is also still happening and Israel has been doing its best to kill protesting youth
This is really true, I really am utterly amazed at the amount of people that view artists as “something not human”, almost as if we were machines. Then attack and become absolutely horrid because we won’t appease them or we don’t act a certain way like they want us to or because we “are getting attention we don’t deserve.” Artists work really hard on their works and to treat them like they don’t deserve attention for all that work or that they’re not human but a machine to appease you all is pretty lowly behavior…
This is also…really ironic since art is one of the most human subjects…
And this is why i never draw
ITS THE EXACT SAME ISSUE WITH COSPLAYERS HOLY SHIT.
BECAUSE SOMEONE IS “POPULAR” DOESN’T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE THEM AN ASSHOLE.
Maybe she’s talking about Some artist who are mean popular and greedy (They don’t need the money they just want it)?
fucking preach this shit
“ i’m just so glad i’m not still 13 years old and hating girls who wear too much makeup and heels to school. i honestly spent way too much time as a teen being like judgy and stupid and weirdly overly proud of the fact that i wore dirty converse every day. the day i stopped hating girls was like a magical portal to a much better living experience and i highly recommend it because girls are amazing. all of them ”— averagefairy
“ The real problem with people fussing over Pluto all the time is it represents the priorities of the public - preserving traditions rather than accepting facts. The pursuit of science is about building a sustainable catalog of truths, and there is no advantage in altering truths to appease nostalgia. ”— 9c9bs (via moniquill)
Supervenus - Fréderic Doazan
In it, a female anatomical drawing goes for plastic surgery. She is cut up, given botox and liposuction, and is finally transformed into a blonde bombshell. The procedures do not stop there, however, and take on nightmarish proportions.
This animation is painful to watch—it documents the pressure that women face as they feel like they have to look a certain way, as well as their love-hate relationship with their bodies.
“ When you’re a trans woman you are made to walk this very fine line, where if you act feminine you are accused of being a parody and if you act masculine, it is seen as a sign of your true male identity. And if you act sweet and demure, you’re accused of reinforcing patriarchal ideas of female passivity, but if you stand up for your own rights and make your voice heard, then you are dismissed as wielding male privilege and entitlement. We trans women are made to teeter on this tightrope, not because we are transsexuals, but because we are women. This is the same double bind that forces teenage girls to negotiate their way between virgin and whore, that forces female politicians and business women to be aggressive without being seen as a bitch, and to be feminine enough not to emasculate their alpha male colleagues, without being so girly as to undermine their own authority. ”— Julia Serano, Excluded: Making Feminist and Queer Movements More Inclusive, p 28-9 (via bisexual-books)
After seeing several submissions from fellow Filipinos, I thought I’d share my own experience growing up Filipino in America. Some of this may become ranty and incoherent, but hopefully I can reach those of you who have experienced something similar or at least can relate.
I remember when a Korean-American classmate in my orchestra class asked from what country in Asia my family came from. Of course, I said that I’m from the Philippines.
Lo and behold! His treatment of me changed from pleasant to utmost disdain. At the time, I did not understand why he suddenly didn’t want to interact with me anymore.
You see, back then (this was when I as 14/15 years old), I was very naïve and I thought Filipinos are just as Asian as all other Asians. I thought this way because both my parents instilled in me that we ARE Asians because of language, cultural, and political influence.
I did not know about the unspoken hierarchy that Filipinos were at the bottom of the Asian Hierarchy. Or were seen as “the wrong kind of Asian.”
And so, I wanted to really make friends with the other Asians at school, but I was often frustrated and ended up becoming a loner because I was often told these things:
“You’re too dark to be Asian.”
“You’re Pacific Islander because Philippines is an archipelago.”
“Your people do not have a clear cultural identity.”
“Filipinos are ‘Hispanic’ because they were colonized by Spain.”
Well, it did not end there. The worst part was when it came to dating and I saw my Asian-American schoolmates dating fellow Asians (most of the ones who dated their fellow Asian Americans were the pale-skinned ones) and/or white people.
I thought, “If they can date other Asians or white people, so can I!”
I was wrong.
So very wrong.
As a matter of fact, these guys, whether they were white or Asian American, won’t even look at me or see me as someone attractive, interesting, funny, and intelligent because all they saw is this dark-skinned girl from the Philippines.
At first, I couldn’t articulate why I was always felt so frustrated and dismissed or just seen as a place holder until they get their “Dream Asian Girl.”
Japanese girls were always at the top. Chinese and Korean girls were always a close second.
But I noticed Filipino girls were always some kind of “consolation prize” for these guys who can’t get a girl from the “East Asian Trifecta.”
Then it dawned on me that this is happening because I’m the “wrong” kind of Asian. I do not belong in the hierarchy that was established by whatever powers that may be out there.
I completely resented it. And for the longest time, I hated being Filipino because my heritage is always the butt of jokes!
That routine from Donald Glover didn’t help:http://thisisnotpinoy.tumblr.com/post/32867024237
What Lucy Liu said on the David Letterman Showhttp://youtu.be/s5NCE71wV5s didn’t help.
Why is being Filipino such a bad thing? Why is having a deep tan such a bad thing?
Why is having dark skin disqualifies Filipinos from being Asian?
Why is it so bad? Why do people hate us so much? Why do people not want us?
Even our own selves; we hate ourselves.
Growing up in the Philippines, the media that I saw had fair-skinned movie stars, news casters, and models. There were some dark-skinned actresses but they were few and far in between or they’re often type-casted as the punchline for the fair-skinned protagonist.
Then there’s an abundance of skin whitening products! How can we escape from this madness when we are deeply mired by our own self-hate?
I even hate myself to the point where I do not go outside in the sun, slather SPF100 and wear big sun hats so that I won’t become “too dark.” I am also very guilty of being flattered when relatives tell me “Oh, you’ve become so fair-skinned, you’re so pretty!”
I’m a full-grown woman now but I still find myself being petty about not disclosing my cultural background to people and doing my best to look East Asian as much as possible.
And going back to interacting with white people, they just see Filipinos as “good servants.” Is that how we all are? We just exist to merely serve?
I’ve encountered the question “No, where are you REALLY from?” followed up by a mangled version of some Tagalog phrase they try to use on me to impress me?!
Oh, here’s another “classic” pick up line from white men. They’d tell me they were stationed in the Philippines for quite a few years and talk about how the hospitality of the people and how “docile and submissive” Filipino women are. Then they would even go as far as talk about how they were offered a Filipino bride to take home to America!
That truly annoys me to the Nth degree!
It’s really irritating, frustrating, and tiring battling my own self-hate, discrimination from white people, and then discrimination from fellow Asians.
It is really complicated, being Filipino. I see myself and identify myself as an autonomous Human Being and yet I am always reduced to a caricature of my culture and heritage—not just by other people, but by my own self, too.
It’s not just Southeast Asians being discriminated by East Asians.
Sometimes among Southeast Asians themselves. I’ve seen Singaporeans, Malaysians, Indonesians and Bruneians constantly looking down upon each other and making racist remarks at each other, behind their backs or publicly online. Sad to see Southeast Asians themselves still hate people that are “the other kind of southeast asian”.
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