Being a critical fan means that you love a famous human being, knowing fully well they are flawed and can make mistakes due to their privilege-blindness or outright ignorance (whether knowingly or unknowingly practicing misogyny, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, racism, etc.). When they fuck up, it is your duty as a critical fan to make them better, call them out and educate them. Your job is not to create excuses and adamantly defend their mistakes because they are so fierce in your eyes.
Here’s the thing.
Transphobes will still hate trans people regardless of how nice we are.
Queerphobes will hate queer people regardless of how nice we are.
Sexists will still hate women regardless of how nice we are.
Racists will still hate people of color regardless of how nice we are.
It doesn’t matter what we say or how we say it, they will still hate. And if your “support” is totally dependent on oppressed people’s tone and attitude, then you weren’t a supporter to begin with.
Lupita mentioned Patsy, the slave she portrayed, explicitly:
Thank you to the Academy for this incredible recognition. It doesn’t escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. And so I want to salute the spirit of Patsey for her guidance. And…
The concern for overly exposed young bodies may be well-intentioned. With society fetishizing girls at younger and younger ages, girls are instructed to self-objectify and see themselves as sexual objects, something to be looked at. A laundry list of problems can come from obsessing over one’s appearance: eating disorders, depression, low self-worth. Who wouldn’t want to spare her daughter from these struggles?
But these dress codes fall short of being legitimately helpful. What we fail to consider when enforcing restrictions on skirt-length and the tightness of pants is the girls themselves—not just their clothes, but their thoughts, emotions, budding sexuality and self-image.
Instead, these restrictions are executed with distracted boys in mind, casting girls as inherent sexual threats needing to be tamed. Dress restrictions in schools contribute to the very problem they aim to solve: the objectification of young girls. When you tell a girl what to wear (or force her to cover up with an oversized T-shirt), you control her body. When you control a girl’s body—even if it is ostensibly for her “own good”—you take away her agency. You tell her that her body is not her own.
When you deem a girl’s dress “inappropriate,” you’re also telling her, “Because your body may distract boys, your body is inappropriate. Cover it up.” You recontextualize her body; she now exists through the male gaze.
Nyong’o concluded: “When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid. Thank you.”
This is very powerful word choice. Notice Nyong’o doesn’t recycle the tired cliché of, “work hard and your dreams can come true!” spouted by countless previous Oscar winners, who are usually white cis people. By saying to children their dreams are valid, Nyong’o wasn’t whitewashing the obstacles facing unprivileged children, particularly children of color. In a really subtle way, she recognizes the hurdles, the injustices, the systemic corruption, poverty, and institutional racism facing millions of little children, yet she wants them to know they are human, and yes, their dreams are legitimate despite the ugly realities of the world.
It was a masterful tribute, each word hand-selected with the utmost care by a brilliant, thoughtful woman who obviously connected with her source material in a really profound way. Basically, she was the maestro to Jared Leto’s drunk frat boy, stumbling around in his boxers, waving around a piece of liquorice to the tune of Dave Matthews’ Ants Marching.
To those of you who think representation isn’t important, Lupita Nyong’o inspired a young black girl to not bleach her skin.
I repeat, Lupita Nyong’o inspired a young black girl to not bleach her skin.
Lupita received a letter from a young black girl that said she was…
Promo video for I, Too, Am Harvard made by Ahsante Bean, Harvard College Class of 2015
Follow this amazing tumblr. It shares stories by black Harvard University students about the racism and microaggressions they have endured.
ΕΝΑΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΣ ΚΑΜΕΝΑ ΣΟΥΤΙΕΝ! ΓΙΕΙΙΙΙ!
Σ’ αυτήν την εκπομπή (που την ακούτε στο mixcloud κάνοντας κλικ εδώ) γιορτάσαμε, φανγκερλιαστήκαμε μεταξύ μας, χαρήκαμε κι ευχαριστήσαμε τους ανθρώπους που μας στήριξαν και επικεντρωθήκαμε στα αγαπημένα μας άρθρα και κομμάτια.
Η Κουήνη μίλησε για το ιστορικά πρώτο άρθρο του σάιτ Χαχαχα, γελάσαμε! | Το Μεταμοντέρνο Σεξιστικό Χιούμορ από την Ινκιέτα και έβαλε τα:
- Bikini Kill – White Boy
- Whale – Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe
- PJ Harvey – 50ft queenie
Η Σούζη μας θύμησε τη γνωριμία των ΚΣ και το άρθρο της Κουήνη Καμπουρικά Έπη vol.3 | Για μια ακόμη φορά: ΧΕΣΤΗΚΑΜΕ ΤΙ ΣΟΥ ΑΡΕΣΕΙ, ΜΗΤΣΟ! και έπαιξε τα:
- L7 – Shove
- Dead kennedys – Police Truck
- Black Uhuru – Youth of Eglington
Και η κα. Τέσλα συζήτησε το άρθρο της Σούζη Δεινόσαυροι και φεμινισμός με θέμα το Jurassic Park και μας έβαλε τα:
- Arcade Fire – Haiti
- Emeli Sante – Read All About It
Σας ευχαριστούμε πραγματικά για τη στήριξη και την αγάπη.
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