gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

itsb0sstime:

georgia-dream:

if your boyfriend is your best friend, you’re doing it right.

if your boyfriend is your only friend, you’re doing it wrong.

THANK. YOU.

lamardeuse:

sunflowyr:

errolwiththepost:

congenitaldisease:

Daniele Watts, an African-American actress who has starred in Hollywood films such as Django Unchained, was “handcuffed and detained” by Los Angeles police officers after being mistaken for a prostitute for kissing her white husband in public.

More on this story can be found here

"She said when she reminded the officer of his oath to "protect and serve," he replied, 'My job's not to serve people like you.' ”

 'My job's not to serve people like you.' 
 'My job's not to serve people like you.' 
 'My job's not to serve people like you.' 
Has everybody got that? Does anyone still think any of this bullshit ‘has nothing to do with race’? 

lamardeuse:

sunflowyr:

errolwiththepost:

congenitaldisease:

Daniele Watts, an African-American actress who has starred in Hollywood films such as Django Unchained, was “handcuffed and detained” by Los Angeles police officers after being mistaken for a prostitute for kissing her white husband in public.

More on this story can be found here

"She said when she reminded the officer of his oath to "protect and serve," he replied, 'My job's not to serve people like you.' ”

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

'My job's not to serve people like you.'

Has everybody got that? Does anyone still think any of this bullshit ‘has nothing to do with race’? 

So Stressed

I have so much crap to do this week. I’m supposed to call my grandparents, which is mostly just time-consuming for Gramma, but I hate talking to Gramps. I wish he would go away because he makes me really uncomfortable.

I’m supposed to be working on shirts for the kilt guy at the end of my block, but I’m only halfway done with my first attempt. It’s been a week since he gave me the job but I’ve been so busy.

I’m supposed to go to my neighbor’s house and shampoo his carpets/wax his floors to make a buck, but I’m honestly not excited to do it and I don’t know that I’m going to be back in time for the other thing I need to do.

I’m supposed to be here at the house to sell my fabric remnants to a person from my swap sale group on FB for a quick $20 around 1pm, hopefully I’m done at Lewis’s by then.

I’m supposed to have the final draft of a 12-page essay turned in on Thursday and I’m still working my way through a rough draft.

I’m supposed to do a TON of homework for my other two classes by Wednesday.

I’m supposed to go to the E&HS and turn in my SAR7 paperwork to renew my SNAP benefits, because it was such a pain in the ass to get any paperwork from Panera noting the last day of my employment.

To top it all off, my grant never came in this weekend and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be waiting or if there’s some kind of problem. It’s going to be a long, turbulent week.

rosedai:

tescosfinest:

mygarrison:

tescosfinest:

AMERICA DOESNT KNOW THE JOY OF TERRYS CHOCOLATE ORANGE

WHAT THE HECK IS THAT I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS ANOTHER FANTASTIC CANDY WE’RE MISSING I

imageheaven

wait what no ive had that before

you can get it at cost plus world market

i love them

You can get them everywhere in California

doomslife:

If everyone didn’t comment on my cleavage, every god damn time I wear a low cut shirt, I’d wear them more often. Like yes, I have boobies, we get it. Now shut up already.

petcanadian:

spawkward:

petcanadian:

spawkward:

what’s a pirates favorite letter?

if it’s rrrrrrr i’m going to kill you

you may think its r… but his true love be the C

i fucking hate this website

thebestpersonherelovesbucky:

miss-lol:

ruiningurtumblogs:

twilektimelord:

fororchestra:

adrianshhh:

image

Sometimes I think of how one tiny mutated cell can wipe out our whole civilization, but then I watch a video like this and think “nah, we’re way too awesome of a species to be defeated.”

I feel like my life is complete after watching this.

HOLY SHITTING CHRIST.HOW DOES HE MANAGE TO KEEP SUCH A GOOD TONE QUALITY. WHAT THE SHIT. I CAN’T. JUST.

Seriously, as somebody who is relatively good at the flute let me tell you that that is really fucking difficult. REALLY FUCKING DIFFICULT. That’s like the flautist’s equivalent of trying to talk normally whilst breathing in: it just isn’t doable. This guy is using some freaky fucking sorcery. As if that weren’t bad enough: HIS FINGERS ON THAT LAST BLOODY SCALE HOLY SHIT. HOW CAN YOU MOVE THAT FAST. I CAN’T EVEN DO F BLOODY MAJOR THAT FAST AND IT’S THE EASIEST BLOODY SCALE WE HAVE HOLY CHRIST.

The Pied Piper of Hamelin 2014

Whaaaat???!!

ronaldtherapist:

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHNG SO HARD

jpnvines:

僕の”フリーカラー”ペン。My “Free Color” pen. #ginzablow 〜 銀三郎

My “Free Color” pen. My “Free Color” pen. #ginzablow 〜 銀三郎

I have a MIGHTY NEED