So…am I the only one who remembers The Origin of Donnie?
WHERE THE FUCK WAS I WHEN THIS HAPPENED!?
It was one of the saddest TV moments of my childhood! Donnie’s parents were originally very similar to Nigel and Mirianne. They befriended an orangutan mother and her son and taught them a single sign in sign-language: family. One day, poachers attached the orangutans. Donnie’s parents intervened and were killed for doing so. The villagers nearby sent their bodies to sea. Out of love and gratitude, the mother orangutan briefly ‘adopted’ Donnie, who was only a toddler. A year later, they stumbled across Nigel as he and the Thornberrys were filming. The orangutan decided that Donnie needed a human family and put Donnie in Nigel’s path. The Thornberrys, of course, adopted him, having personally known and respected his parents as great naturalists.
how is screaming “I wanna suck your dick” to a band member you just met any different from someone catcalling you on the street
Read this Read it again and again
Applies to actors, athletes, and other famous people as well.
Just because you’ve been fantasizing about them forever doesn’t mean that in their eyes, you’re anything more than a very creepy stranger sexually harassing them
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It is especially not okay because they often will feel obligated to laugh at it or brush it off since they’re in the public eye and don’t want to “cause a scene” or potentially damage their reputation.
Read that again.
Celebrities are expected to be okay with sexual harrassment for the sake of not losing their career.
Do not sexually harass people, whether they can speak up for themselves or not. It’s that simple.
“The Dora Milaje are women who pledged their lives to the throne and to the security of the kingdom. My character, Okoye, is the general of the armed forces as a whole. The Dora have a way of fighting that was supposed to be inspired by
moving as one. The Dora work together to take down
somebody, like the fight we have with Killmonger.” — Danai Gurira
OK I’m gonna need an entire movie of the Dora Milaje and the Amazons training against each other and having their own version of an Olympics/Ninja Warrior competition.
And then sitting down together after to drink and revel and tell comradely war stories
Absolutely.
Valkryie should come too
OK but when the Amazons and
Dora Milaje
find out she’s the only one of the Valkyrie left? And they all just look at each other and imagine all of their sisters being gone. Being the only one to survive.
Then they hold a series of games of strength and skill to compete for the honor of adopting their newest sister.
Valkyrie watches the games screaming and laughing and drinking her ass off until it gets to the final challenge, the best Amazonian warrior versus the best of the
Dora Milaje
in single (non-mortal) combat. Right at the height of the fight, she suddenly barges into the ring and takes them both on herself.
And wins.
And sure, it’s all been about fun but the other two warriors are just a tiny bit pissed that they got beat.
Valkyrie slings an arm around each of them and says “Don’t feel bad, yeah? I trained The Hulk.”
These are by far the best photographs I have seen on this work, and we all owe a debt to the photographer.Four Studies is one of Ruben’s most popular pieces, despite the fact that it’s not one of his monumental works (some of which I have had the delight of seeing in person, and they are distinctively massive).
Studies like this one were usually meant to serve as reference in the creation those larger compositions, which would usually depict scenes from the Christian bible, Greek or roman mythology, or historical scenes of battles, monarchs, or other notable events.
“Next Tuesday, McDonald’s workers at restaurants in 10 cities will walk off the job at lunch, waging the first-ever nationwide strike to combat sexual harassment.”
Or they need a girlfriend that doesn’t mind listening and trying to help them work through their shit and defeat their fucking demons without asking them to pour out their soul to a stranger who is only listening because it’s their job. That’s the kind of shit you do for the people you love.
your partner is not your therapist. listening to your partner is one thing, but it is not their responsibility to help you work through your shit. that is on you.
one more time.
your partner is not your therapist.
also if I may hop onto this, I REALLY hate when people try to spin “therapists only listen because it’s their job” as a BAD thing. can you imagine if we tried to apply that to literally any other profession?
“why take your phone into the store to get it fixed? they don’t care about you, they’re only doing their job.”
“I don’t want to order a pizza. they’re not making it for me out of the goodness of their hearts, they’re only doing it because it’s their job.”
“why didn’t you just have your girlfriend do that surgery instead of going to a stranger who only saved your life because it’s their job?”
it’s their job because they are better equipped to do it than the other people in your life. jesus christ.
It’s so significant too that this narrative was collected by Zora Neale Hurston, one of the greatest authors and anthropologists of her time. She was shunned by the “gatekeepers” of both of these professions, largely because of her Blackness, her womanhood, and her uncompromising commitment to honoring and showcasing both in her works. She died penniless and alone in a state-run institution in 1960. All of her works had gone out of publication by then. It took more than a decade before she was rediscovered. A young author by the name of Alice Walker had come across her work and was deeply inspired by it. “In 1973, after an exhaustive search, Walker came across Hurston’s unmarked grave in Ft. Pierce, Fla. She purchased a headstone for Hurston’s tomb and had it inscribed “A Genius of the South.“”
It is through Zora Neale Hurston’s pioneering sacrifice, and the acceptance of that inheritance by Alice Walker that we have found this missing piece of our history. Without the courageous and unfailing work of Black women, we wouldn’t have Cudjo Lewis’s story. We are slowly regaining a narrative that’s been hidden from us, one that continues to be lied about. Trust Black women to lead the way.