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His nine times great grandmother was native. Which makes him 1/2048th Native American via the Powhatan tribe. That’s like me saying I’m Native because I have a drop of Cherokee and Navajo in me. Ask any Native (I’m friends with plenty), IT. DOESN’T. WORK. THAT. WAY.
ALSO. I SEE YOUR REVERSE RACISM AND WILL CALL YOU OUT ON IT.
IT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR A MAJORITY TO BE “OPPRESSED” OR “DISCRIMINATED AGAINST.” IT IS STATISTICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. White people (specifically WHITE MALES) run the media, and as they run the media, THAT’S THE MAJORITY OF WHAT WE SEE.
HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY ARE CASTING THE BEST?
SO LONG AS THEY ARE TURNING THE ROLES INTO THE HANDS OF PRE-ESTABLISHED WHITE ACTORS, WE. DO. NOT.
THEY ARE CASTING WHAT THEY KNOW WILL MAKE MONEY. BOTTOM LINE. A BIG NAME DRAW DOLLARS. A NEW NAME IS A RISK, NO MATTER HOW TALENTED THEY ARE BECAUSE WE LIVE IN A WORLD FILLED WITH BRAIN DEAD CONSUMERS WHO WILL EAT WHAT IS PUT IN FRONT OF US.
IT’S HARD TO FIND THE BEST NATIVE AMERICAN ACTORS WHEN WE’RE TOO BUSY GIVING THE ROLE TO NON-NATIVES TO BOTHER OPENING A CASTING CALL.
LIKE, DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND HOW A CASTING CALL WORKS??? DO WE ALL UNDERSTAND THAT JOHNNY DEPP PROBABLY DID A SCREEN TEST AND WAS THE ONLY ONE CALLED FOR THE CASTING CALL? THAT THERE WERE NO AGENTS GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO CALL UP ANYONE ON THEIR LISTS OF AMERICAN INDIAN DECENT AND SAY, “HEY, I JUST FOUND A ROLE FOR YOU”?
I LITERALLY JUST
NO. THEY PICKED THE NAMES THAT WOULD MAKE THEM MONEY.
WOW WAIT A MINUTE
there was a shower scene in star trek into darkness
AND THEY TOOK IT OUT
you could see kirk’s butt in a skin tight wetsuit
AND THEY TOOK IT OUT
they showed carol marcus stripping for absolutely no reason
and they left it in
im mad as fuck
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning."