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I am not a skinny girl. I have curves. And most of the time, I love them. There’s something completely gratifying about watching my bust slim to my waist before popping back out around my hips.
But there are times, when I look in magazines or watch enough TV, where I feel like my curves aren’t good enough. Are a bad thing.
Moments like this.
Minnie Mouse has always cute and lovable. She is Mickey’s other half and he loves her just the way she is. But, apparently, Barney’s in New York City doesn’t. And Disney thinks it’s ok to let them mold her into an anorexic, hypersexualized figure.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Disney girls from way back have always been super thin and amazingly curvy. I remember looking at Princess Jasmine and wondering how to achieve such a perfect waistline. Or how to get my hips to sway like Megra’s. As a matter of fact, Mulan seemed to be the only Disney woman with a normal body, but then I realized that’s probably because she spent the whole movie pretending to be a man.
But Minnie is an icon created in a time where being a size 0 wasn’t the goal. Happiness wasn’t defined by your appearance. Especially not at five.
Have we come so far as a society, as a world, that we must torture our children with images they will never be able to achieve? Ones they probably shouldn’t achieve?
I don’t have the answers. But I do know that there’s no excuse for Minnie having to be anyone other than Minnie.
p.s. Interested in fixing this gaffe? Here’s a Change.org petition requesting the removal of the ad:
Also, you can follow him on Facebook… Rock on.
I often find that I have unpopular opinions. It’s part of doing your own thing. You can’t always think with the crowd.
Here comes another one.
I find this meme to be extremely disrespectful. To the President of the United States. To the First Lady. To the newly crowned All-Around Gold Medalist and best gymnast in the world.
Americans want to talk about just how far we’ve come. Well, I hate to break it to you: not only have we not gone a damn place, but the minds of the Black (and other people of color) community are more shackled than they were during slavery.
Barack Obama doesn’t speak like this. Michelle Obama doesn’t speak like this. They know what verbs are. They’re Ivy Leaguers. They’re lawyers. They live in the White House. And they didn’t buy their ways in, they got there on merit. You might have caught “they mad” coming out of George W’s mouth during a speech or conversation with an international politician, but not President Obama’s.
See, here’s the thing. You wouldn’t have caught a meme that looks anything like this if they weren’t Black. If you read stuff about Barack and Michelle, they aren’t the 44th First Couple. They are the first Black First Couple. All the stuff that came out when Gabby Douglass first won wasn’t about the first American to win both the team and all-around gold medals. She was the first African-American to win the all-around gold medal.
I’m the first to tell you, I’m black before anything else. I’m not a woman, I’m not a Catholic, I’m not an American. All of those things are second-class when it comes to my identity. I’m black. That’s how I live my life 365 days a year (366 days in years like this).
And because of that, I take it personally when three people who will be consistently known throughout American history for their achievements as BLACK Americans are stereotyped like this.
The fact that this meme exists is an issue of one caliber.
Here’s the more important thing: that people of color are so brainwashed that they don’t see the issue with this. It’s ok to stereotype the three most-talked about Black Americans of the past week. Actually, it’s funny to many of them. They love it.
I’ll tell you why. Because we still live in a society where people of color remain unconscious to the general institutionalized racism around them and how things like this meme continue to reinforce stereotypes of substandard races. And of course, saying this, I instantly become the “mad Black woman who sees racism in everything” (which, by the way, is just another stereotype). I’m over thinking it. It’s just a joke.
Well, that’s the problem. It’s just a joke on the internet. Meanwhile, in real life, your youth are afforded the least amount of opportunities. Your men are jailed in alarming numbers. Your unemployment rates skyrocket. You accept the joke online because, after all, it is just a joke online.
But if you took a step outside and looked a little closer, you’d see that very few things are ever just a joke. They’re usually very real. And when you ignore that, then the joke’s on you.
I thought this article had some great points. These are the things that we agonize over for days or weeks (sometimes months and years, depending on the experience). Leigh Newman gives her readers individual lessons to take away from each of these experience, which are pretty good takeaways.
The most important takeaway, though, that you can learn from each and every one of these heartaches?
Everything gets better with time.
Portrait done by artist Eric Daigh using only push-pins. Too cool. Anything you want to do, can be done. Check out the article here: http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/10/view/22741/eric-daigh-pushpin-portraits.html
I have officially caught the Olympic spirit. And in honor of that, I’m throwing in my two cents on the biggest arguement of the Olympic season: what is the most memorable Olympic moment of all time?
Yes, Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time. Yes, the Dream Team did crush every other team in world when they took the court. Yes, Misty May and Kerri Walsh are undefeated in Olympic play.
Yet, none of them, not one, has anything on this little girl right here. Kerri Strug’s vault to win the Magnificent 7 the team gold in 1996 is the most memorable Olympic moment in my lifetime. I can remember sitting in front of the television at 7 years old (back when I still had Olympic dreams) watching a girl just a few years older than me stick a one legged landing after flipping though the air, all on an injured leg. To win the gold medal. She could have pulled out, she could have quit. But she didn’t.
I take nothing away from any of the other Olympians. They are all at a level of perfection in their sports that the rest of us can merely dream about. But in the words of someone else very popular in the 90′s: You Can’t Touch This.
As I approach the one year anniversary of my first solo trip, I can’t help but think about how much has changed. I think about the person I was a year ago, and compare her to the person I am now. The growth that I can see is sizable, and I know this is in part to my many travel experiences in New York, Bermuda, West Virginia, France, Spain and Italy. I also know that my potential plan for next year is one that will morph my life in an even greater way.
I like the person I have become. Needless to say, I still her many flaws, some of which have carried over from the person I’ve grown out of, some that have come with the new levels of knowledge and experience that I have. But I would be remiss if I said I didn’t miss the person I used to be.
Maybe that is the real struggle in life: figuring out how to merge the very best of all your different selves to become the ultimate person. A sort of nirvana, if you will.
The choices we make are a direct result of the person we are, combined with the people we used to be. And at no point are we ever perfect. Parts of us are better, while others are worse. The balancing act, juggling act, circus performance is realizing that despite our want to reach nirvana, it probably won’t happen, so maybe we have to settle for our best imperfect self.
In honor of World Environment Day, here’s a quick chat with Bruce Nilles of the Sierra Club on coal.
A look into the lives of young 20-somethings who have had to return home because of a tough economy.