Representation Matters (Pt. 2)

*It’s not enough for PoC to be included in the narrative. They also have to have character, not just be a character. Also, the more people of color in the narrative the less likely the writers (who are almost always NOT PoC) will resort to stereotypes, or rather the number of PoC in the narrative will help to ameliorate any stereotypes that are present.

It’s also important for PoC to be behind the scenes. It’s hard to create action stars  when there aren’t enough PoC as stunt doubles. It’s difficult to have authentic environments of PoC when seen through the lens of white male writers who are too lazy to do the proper research (We’re looking at you Scott Buck!), and even if they did, would never be able to capture all the details and nuances of being a recent Chinese immigrant, a transgender Latina, or a gay Black man. I’m not saying that white people can’t write these characters, but a lot  of them either don’t know, or care enough, to get their shit right.

When white women began writing more movies and TV shows, we started to getting more nuanced,  authentic, portrayals of white women in movies, and the same thing happens when PoC write and star in their own stories. For example, what makes the Luke Cage series stand out as an iconic depiction of Black life, is that the creators are Black themselves, and are aware of all the tiny details, of Black life, that would be missed by white writers, to whom none of those details would even occur.

One of the reasons Into the Badlands looks as rich as it does is because Asian men are the showrunners and the stunt crew. Now compare this show to Iron Fist, where the white writers didn’t seem to kgive a damn that a show (and character) so steeped in Orientalist culture, about a white man who learns Kung Fu, doesn’t actually feature the Kung Fu very well, or any of the Asian culture on which the character is based, and a showrunner who  seemed indifferent to what fight scenes there were. Scott Buck cared  so little about the show’s action scenes, that he didn’t give  his star, Finn Jones, enough time to practice so he could shine in those scenes. If you have a Martial Arts character named Iron Fist, and you don’t showcase the action, youre gonna get booed. I’m just sayin’.

Even White people ( as much as we hear about the racist ones who seem to hate diversity in media) actually crave different types of stories. I’ve come across the occasional essay by White people lamenting  the lack of variety in movies, and TV shows. They want something different from the “bland white guy gets the call to adventure” type of  story. They too want to see stories like Hidden Figures, and Moonlight, rather than yet another story of a white man’s growing pains in the Midwest, or another romantic comedy where the spunky, young, white actress of the moment, eventually hooks up with the bland, white guy, she initially hated.

We understand that Hollywood is a business and will keep trying  to give us the same product they have successfully sold us many times, but with the studios bottom lines beginning to suffer, it’s time for them to be less conservative, and much more daring. Yes, movies cost a lot of money, and people are loathe to risk not getting a return on their investment, but they’re losing money now, and need to try some new things.

Well, they could at least try making the same old movies, just without the same twenty five White actors we’ve been seeing.

 

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Insanity is doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results…

I’m not celebrating or sad.  This is emblematic of a huge shift in entertainment media that will progress with or without those who stubbornly adhere to old myopic ways.

They happened upon that wave early and let it wash past them instead of surfing it out of pure hubris, color-blindness, and stubbornness.

Sleepy Hollow came before Hamilton, Queen Sugar, Underground, Insecure, Atlanta, American Gods, Luke Cage, Get Out, Moonlight, and the upcoming, A Wrinkle in Time…  Black people and other marginalized groups are increasingly occupying genres and spaces they’ve rare-to-never been leads in, where they are having their perspectives and feelings served, instead of serving a white man’s story, as so many fans have been starved to see.

Such is business that if there is a need that will make money, it will eventually be filled by someone(s) if you choose not to.

That’s what I got out of this debacle.

That and, when you cater to a singular perspective for a long, long, time, no matter how new or “fresh” a spin you think you have on it, it’s probably been done and is trite, boring, and even offensive in its refusal to treat anyone who isn’t a white guy like they matter.

In other words, the exclusion of the other being central to these narratives for so long created this condition where those very narrow white boy dreams are getting staler and staler to audiences.

They aren’t the first white male writers and producers left dumbstruck and scratching their heads wondering what the hell happened after treating everything who isn’t the central white dude like shit and they won’t be the last.

You either evolve or get left behind.

(The show being referenced above is Sleepy Hollow, a show which had been lauded in its first and second seasons, but has just been canceled after its fourth season, after fans learned how the showrunners had been mistreating its female lead, and then unceremoniously, and without  warning, killed off her character. All I have left  to say about that is: They gon’ learn!)

 

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13 Times Hollywood Made Totally Racist Casting Decisions

In the 2015 box office bomb, Stone’s character Captian Allison Ng is written as being one quarter Chinese and one quarter Hawaiian. Many viewers of the film accused the filmmakers of whitewashing the cast, as Stone doesn’t belong to either heritage. The director of the film, Cameron Crowe, released the following as a statement: “I have heard your words and your disappointment, and I offer you …
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Chris Pine’s SNL monologue reminds us how bad Hollywood’s superhero diversity problem is:
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What diversity actually is:
How Hollywood sees diversity:
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*That’s it! The next time I see some fan whinging about Historical accuracy, in a movie that casts any POC, I’m gonna have to (digitally) punch ’em in the side of the neck. 
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  • White actors cast as ancient Egyptian kings: “I know they weren’t white but it doesn’t have to be historically accurate to be a good movie. They should just hire the best person for the job!”
  • Black actor suggested to play fictional white character:“James Bond has always been white! I don’t care how good of an actor he is, you can’t just change history!!!”
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*I think I mentioned this one on somebody’s comments section, that the vast media machine that exists in the US is pretty much geared towards one group of people and that is middle-class, White, cis-gender, and straight, but without any religious connotations. I really only noticed this while watching TV commercials. 
Now remember, the reason why we have television shows at all, is to make us watch ads for the sponsors of those shows. Television can exist without ads (otherwise there’s be no HBO, or Netflix) but you have to pay for it out of your own pocket (subscriptions). The companies that sponsor these showsaim their ads specifically at White middle class people because that’s who, or so they believe, has all the money. Its pretty much been like this since the invvention of the TV. Middle class people were the only ones who could afford TVs anyway. In order to catch those White, middle-class, eyeballs, they created shows geared towards reflecting their lifestyles, which is why the vast majority of television shows feature White, middle-class, often urban professionals. Those are the people that advertisers want, have always wanted.
Several things not taken into account; as TVs became more affordable to the working class, and then the poor, people who are not members of the prevailing socio-economic class would see those lifestyles as something they wanted to attain. Advertisers were quick to grasp that idea and started sponsoring shows geared towards working class whites, but only a few, and mostly comedies. The vast majority of shows featured White men, in some lucrative, but  unspecified city job (Quick! What did Leave it Beaver’s Dad do for a living?), doctors, lawyers, and the occasional detective. The shows reflected the lifestyles people lived, were trying to attain, or power fantasy stories for White men, like Westerns and Police stories. 
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Since the eighties though, television programmers decided that the most lucrative dollar to chase, was the White male, aged 18-35. Just about every form of media, outside of magazines, in the eighties and well into the nineties, was geared towards this specific demographic. Most, if not all of TV, movies, and most forms of music, was aimed at getting these young, white men to spend their money. These young men liked sex and violence, or so it was determined by programmers, so they made movies, and TV shows, about people having sex, and committing acts of violence. Just look at any of the comedies that were released during the eighties. Anybody else who happened to be ewatching these programs were mostly disregarded. (This was not a hard and fast rule.  
There were some things geared towards non-White people, whenever White programmers and Ad-men remembered that  the rest of us had money, they would sponsor a comedy, or made for TV movie, which explains Roots and The Jeffersons.) When it was discovered that these same young white men liked Rap music, advertisers began sponsoring more shows and movies with those themes, although initially, these things were aimed at Black people, (which is how we ended up with movies like Friday, and Boyz in the Hood.)
This is not to say that nothing was aimed at non-Whites. There were a few shows and movies aimed at women, Blacks, and the occasional Latinx,  but they were rare. Occasionally some “Actor of Color” would blow up in the media and manage to get a film career out of it, which explains Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy. And the entire time, everyone of every color, was inundated with racist stereotypes of everyone who wasn’t White, sexist lies and tropes about women, and lots and lots of jokes, at gay and transgender people’s expense. 
*And in a not-unrelated post on the racial dynamics of Hollywood movies, Teej lays it all bare, but without my polite indoor voice.

It’s time to kill the idea of white women as leads in movies as “baby steps! :)” toward inclusion of women of color and that WoC and PoC generally need to pay to see these films otherwise Hollywood will never include WoC/more PoC because “Hollywood only listens to money.”

People proffering this argument are either gullible, not paying attention, have no understanding of how racism works in Hollywood, or all three.

Hollywood knows that Black movies and shows make money (I’m focusing on Blackness because it’s what I know and antiblackness exists in all communities). Straight Out of Compton made money, Selma made money, 12 Years a Slave made money, Tyler Perry’s movies make money (much to my chagrin), and those are just some recent ones. There is a history of Black cinema and films that made money. Empire, Scandal, How to Get Away With Murder are led by Black women and Empire has a predominately Black cast, and they’re wildly popular shows.

Black people and other PoC have money and we have and will continue to spend it in theaters to see films that feature us. HOLLYWOOD IS WELL AWARE OF THIS. Stop believing and proliferating their tired excuses and lies.

The issue is that Hollywood only cares about a specific type of money: white money.  

When Hollywood refuses to put Black women and men and other PoC in lead roles in upcoming Blockbusters it’s because they don’t think white people will relate to or be comfortable with the idea of PoC as heroes. It’s not just about money (because Black people and other PoC will definitely spend money to see those films), it’s about whiteness. It’s the WHITE DOLLAR and the white audience that these studios are after and are worried about losing. They know that white people have difficulty empathizing with Black people and other PoC. They know that white people only find Black led films palatable if there’s a BLATANT NEED OR REASON that the lead/cast is Black.

That is why, due to white racism, Hollywood is only comfortable telling one kind of story of Blackness (and stereotypical stories about other PoC). So they’ll acknowledge films about slavery (usually as long as there’s one white savior), they’ll allow comedic films about Black folks, they’ll allow films about Black sports legends, etc. because they know that these kinds of images are largely palatable to white people. Occasionally, when a Black actor like Will Smith reaches mainstream appeal (read: white people no longer see them as “just Black”),  they’ll let him be the hero in a Blockbuster or two (Independence Day, Men in Black, etc) as long as he’s accompanied by enough white people to make the white audience feel comfortable.

White women have lead movies in all genres because they are white, not because Hollywood is taking “baby steps! :)” to becoming more racially inclusive. It is in furtherance of whiteness and white supremacy that white women are chosen to lead instead of PoC. Implicit in the argument that white women “need to go first” is the reality that whiteness is privileged. Continuing to privilege that whiteness is never going to lead to acceptance of PoC, especially not WoC, because widening the scope of which white people can access the privileges usually afforded to cishet white men will never lead to inclusion of WoC, least of all, Black women. Hierarchies need someone at the bottom.

This is especially obvious when white women are given roles based on characters or real women who are not white (Katniss, Tiger Lily, Angelina Jolie in blackface as Mariane Pearl in A Mighty Heart, etc).

Hollywood is built on continuing to sell white people the fantasy of them being heroic protagonists with sidekicks of color, and if they can’t be the protagonist, they must be the white savior. These stories are the ones white people time and time again will pay to see.

When you understand all of this, it is clear that progress isn’t going to come because Black people and other PoC support white lady led films. That idea is frankly laughable. Hollywood has been making lily white films since the dawn of film without any concern as to whether Black people and other PoC will pay to see them.

Change will only come when white folks show that they will support films led by WoC and other PoC as more than tokens following/supporting the white dude/lady protagonist. And these WoC need to visibly be of color–these white passing women getting leading roles are just further example of how whiteness is what is truly at work here, not just money.

There’s a reason why Black folks have a whole host of Black led movies we can reference and laugh about together that we saw in theaters and that made money that white people don’t know the first thing about: because white people by and large do not support films with black/other poc leads/casts.

So, instead of all these White Feminists ™ telling Black women and other WoC that we need to hand over our cash to support yet another white lady lead in hopes that we might one day get a WoC lead, white people need to demonstrate that they will support a WoC lead.  Get on Twitter and Facebook and ask these studios why they cast yet another white lady. Spend your white money on a film with a Black/other PoC lead/cast. Stop spending your money on these typical white male hero movies. Stop patting Hollywood on the back for doing the most basic shit and stop praising them for only spotlighting white women as if it’s opening the door for anything other than more white women.

In short, Black women and other PoC not supporting white lady led films is not the problem. The problem is white people not supporting WoC and other PoC led films. We are not the problem. You are.

Yeah, this is all bumming me out, so I know its probably bumming you out too. So here, have a Spidercat!
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I Learned It From Spock

Happy 50th anniversary Star Trek.

Spock has been one of the primary influences on my life and I need to give a shoutout. (Yes, I am currently watching the original Trek marathon.) Here are some of characters that laid the foundation for how I choose to live my life.

Nyota Uhura taught me that Black women) would exist in the future, and they’d be smart, beautiful, graceful, talented, sexy…much as I hoped to be when I grew up. (I’m ’bout halfway there.)

Yeah, this is me at like…ten years old.

Spock taught me IDIC: Infinite Diversity In Infinite Combinations. One of the essential Vulcan code of ethics. Just because something is different, isn’t reason enough to be afraid of it. Although, once something has proven to be malignant, don’t hesitate to kick its ass.

Fearlessness: Spock was often recklessly fearless .When something needed to be done, fear wasn’t  part of the equation. Spock taught me that when you’re right, you will know for an absolute certainty that you’re right, and you jump in with both feet, and no regrets. That once you start letting fear make your decisions for you, it’ll make ALL of your decisions for you. (This also seemed to be Kirk’s philosophy.)  I decided to adopt this attitude and some of my finest experiences happened because  I ignored fear. (I’m not demeaning caution. Caution is not the same as fear.)

Being Rational: I valued logic and rational thought, above all else, even as a child. Most of the people around me didn’t practice this. Just like Spock, in every episode of Star Trek, ever, it   was on me to be the one person in every situation to keep a level head. I have, on occasion, even saved a life or two. When everyone else is running around, screaming like chickens on fire, there has to be at least one person who is  holdin’ shit down.

Being Grown: Spock (and Uhura) taught me how to act like a “Grown-ass Woman” Never listen to hearsay about other people. If you got a beef, you approach the person directly, and tactfully discuss it.

Own up to the shit you do. If you felt something was worth doing, and you did it, then its also worth taking the credit, or the blame, for it. On the opposite end, don’t take credit for other people’s shit, although sometimes, its okay to take someone else’s blame, to save a life.

Never raise your voice when you don’t have to. That way, when you finally do, people will actually listen to you vs. that person who is always yelling.

Keep your sarcasm low-key and it will usually fly right over most people’s heads. Really! Most people won’t be sure they’ve been insulted. This is hilarious, trust me.

Diplomacy, and thoughtfulness, are good things.

Never let other people insult you into being your worst self. That’s letting other people decide the kind of human you want to be and no one gets to make that decision but you. Kirk and McCoy often discussed Spock’s human vs. his Vulcan heritage, and no matter how much they constantly teased, or badgered, him about it, it was Spock who always made the final decision on how human he would behave.

Tact: At twelve years old, I had none. This lesson took a very, very long time to learn. Decades!  I got in a lot of trouble,  when I was younger, for telling unadulterated truths. You gotta adulterate it. People do not like the straight shit. (This also falls under Diplomacy and when to properly deploy “snark”.)

Spock taught me it was okay to have maximum chill. It was okay to not have it during momentous occasions like, finding out your friends are actually alive, flowers that chime when you touch them, and birthday cake, but one should quickly work to re-establish chill directly after such an upheaval.

James Kirk taught me that I wanted a communicator. I really needed a communicator. Nobody looked cooler flipping that phone than Kirk. Everyone else  flipped theirs in a business-like manner, but Kirk flipped his communicator with the style and grace befitting an Olympic event.

Spock taught me that I would probably be single for the rest of my life, as there’s no man that measures up to him. (Ironically, not even the man who portrayed him.)

Spock introduced me to the love of science. I still hated math, but I developed a healthy appreciation for physics. Sometimes I read physics books for fun.  I merely tolerate math as the third wheel on that date. (Gob, I am such a nerd!)

Star Trek taught me that I was a total geekgirl, that it was okay, and that I should embrace it and just let my geek flag fly. (It was  Mork & Mindy that taught me how to love being weird, tho’.)


Spock taught me how to be a commie, pinko, liberal progressive, although at ten years old, I was already well on my way to being one. Spock taught me there’s nothing wrong with being considerate of other life forms. It’s okay to care about other people’s well being, (no matter what  Republicans say.)

I learned ethics, boundaries, and a whole host of other lessons. Some of the things I learned were reinforced by my family, or by later media I consumed, and the books I read, but Star Trek laid the foundation it was all built on.

Happy Anniversary Star Trek! This world would be a radically different, and far lesser place, without Gene Roddenberry’s vision. I would argue that he was quite possibly, one of the most influential men of the twentieth century, (and looking to be, well into the twenty first.)

This was inspired by the Star Trek posts over on Nerds of Color. Stop in and give the N.O.C a holla!

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*A fundamental breakdown of Whitewashing and how, and why, color blind casting of canon Black characters wouldn’t work. 

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Anonymous asked:

The reason most white characters can easily take colorblind casting while most characters of color would be fundamentally changed is that non-whites are always written with super racially based backstories to “justify” their not being white while white characters, as the default people, are just given stories.

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tbh there is no one more annoying in comic fandoms than fans w/ faux elitism talking about how a character “has” to be white no matter (1) how much the characters’ race DOESN’T matter to the story, (2) or how racist the basic foundation of the character’s backstory is (ex. iron fist, doctor strange, etc.) and then proceed to miss the entire point and say shit like “oh, but what if storm was turned into a white woman!!! it’s just what i’m used to in the comics!!!“

i want y’all to really comprehend the next few sentences you about to read bc y’all need to get a grip and understand the importance of back stories and how, when written, it’s really important to UNDERSTAND the back story. ororo munroe is a BLACK woman who is DESCENDED from AFRICAN priestesses!!! HER RACE, say it with me now, IS ESSENTIAL TO HER BACKSTORY!!!

unlike say, danny rand – who could easily be changed to a asian american billionaire who is struggling with being an outcast in two different places while using the mystical force of iron fist W/O HIS BACKSTORY BEING CHANGED!!! but that would just take away from the billionaire white boy representation right??? def can’t ruin that

this excuse just shows how lame and obtuse you are and, if you use/used it, congrats!!! you’re a lame!!!

Yeah I’m getting pretty tired of this argument, too.

Storm was born in Africa. She was orphaned in, and grew up as, a child thief in Kenya. She comes from a line of African priestesses who all have white hair and blue eyes. She was worshipped as a goddess in her home country. Her backstory is very specific to being black.

Not only that, but race swapping her would make it even more racist as you run in to the same problem with the White Savior trope that Tarzan does. You cannot ever have a white woman be Storm because then it would become a racist trope. The backstory wouldn’t work.

She gets married later on to a Black Man, who very specifically doesn’t date or marry White women. Not only would you have to change her origin story but many of the iconic stories told about Storm would have to changed as a lot of her reactions arise out of her culture.

There is nothing in the backstory of Mary Jane or Iron Fist that requires that they be white. Literally everything and anything that has happened to them in their lives could happen to someone of any race or culture, without changing their origin story.

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*For some reason people who are against Social Justice( what a thing to be against!OMG!) like to coin brand new words for non-existent things, like “reverse-racism”, and “forced diversity”. On Tumblr this kind of wtf*ery is getting the breakdown.  For all the hysteria I complain about on Tumblr, I have to hand it to them, the people there like to set shit straight and pull no punches. These young people are our future critical thinkers.
*(Young people speaking their mind. gettin’ so much resistance from behind…-Buffalo Springfield ; For What Its Worth)
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Quit Trying To Make”Forced Diversity” Happen (It’s Not A Thing)

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Quit Trying To Make”Forced Diversity” Happen (It’s Not A Thing)

Whenever authors talk about how much they hate “forced diversity” and how annoyed they are that readers and bloggers now expect writers to create that they call “unrealistic” worlds where people who are not the default (by being queer, POC (or the fantasy/sci-fi equivalent), and/or not being cis), I always want to laugh. Or ugly cry. Whatever. (more…)

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I think the “forced diversity” attitude speaks to a larger issue, which is that, in the US at least, a lot of white people specifically choose to isolate themselves from people of color (primarily Black people). There is no thinking twice about seeking out white neighborhoods and suburbs, sending their kids to all white schools, and vilifying actual diverse spaces, whether neighborhoods like your South Florida community or my own neighborhood on Wilmington’s West Side (which white suburbanites widely consider a hellhole, because if there are Black people who aren’t doctors or bank CEOs walking around, it must be a hellhole).

If you were raised in white schools, white neighborhoods, went to a mostly white college, vacation at mostly white resorts, and work in a mostly white workplace – and that isn’t very uncommon – diversity is unnatural. And, unlike when poor Black and Latino groups are isolated in low-income areas with few opportunities, it’s a choice, and one they fight for tooth and nail (while, of course, insisting it has nothing to do with race and everything to do with “quality”…. )

ANY level of racial diversity, in fiction or the real world, seems “forced” and “PC” to a lot of people right now in the year 2016. That tells a lot about where we’re at and why inclusion in media is important.

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One of the reasons I write about this topic isn’t just to preach to the choir. I hope I’m helping others to critically think about what they read, see, and hear, and how to go about doing that. My hope is that they, will indeed, try to be better people in the future.
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Does anybody else remember a time, long long ago, when you could just enjoy things?

You could watch a movie and just appreciate it instead of over analyzing every single scene to make sure there’s nothing remotely offensive about it.

You could have a favorite character and just like them and appreciate how great they were written and portrayed, without being told you’re terrible because they’re a villain. Even though they’re FICTIONAL and most likely were deliberately written to be likable. (Even if they were written as an evil character, I still think you have a right to like them, but maybe that’s just me)

You could love and be a fan of the actors without having to go full on FBI agent, looking into their backgrounds to make sure they are 100% perfect and had never made a mistake ever.

You could post about said actor without some busybody little fandom cop, slithering into your inbox to tell you(all too happily) that your fave is “problematic” (god, I fucking hate that word), and you’re disgusting if you still like them.

I’m in my 30’s so I remember those good ole days and it’s kind of sad to know, that most of you will never truly know how great that was. That’s a time long since forgotten. Bummer.

Yes, I remember that.

You know what I also remember?

How one of my friends was always awkwardly quiet after the rest of his friends group laughed at a ‘no homo’ set up joke. How he never laughed along when someone used ‘gay’ to describe something. I remember telling people who didn’t laugh that “it’s a joke, what’s wrong with you?”

I also remember, almost a decade after, crying happily as he married the love of his life who happened to be a man.

I remember laughing at a racist joke in a movie with my cousins, and her one black friend, her best friend, up and leaving because of it. I remember nodding along as she said “ugh, she can never take a joke”.

I remember asking my cousin about her years later and learning they never spoke after that. Ten years of friendship lost that night.

I remember sitting in a room filled with guy friends, making sexist jokes and being told I was so cool for not being as uptight as “other girls”. I remember that slowly losing its shine, and wondering why I felt more and more uncomfortable hearing that.

And then I remember who I was back then, and how I am so glad I am no longer that person.

I remember the first time I apologized to my gay friends for the jokes I used to make. I remember the first time I didn’t try to defend how I “didn’t mean to be racist”. I remember the first time I asked a guy just what is wrong with “other girls”, and how I lost some friends that day who I realized were never really my friends.

You know what changed? I changed. Through listening and understanding and admitting my privileges and faults, I changed. Now even if I try, I can’t just enjoy something that jokes at the expense of others. I cant watch someone who is unapologetically problematic in media.

I can’t enjoy these things because I realize now that their very existence hurts. That the very existence of this type of media perpetuates behaviors and ideologies that can lead to people being abused, harassed, and murdered.

And you know what? That’s a good thing. Because the more people who refuse to ingest this type of media, the less audience it has, and the stronger the message becomes that these things – racism, homophobia, sexism, transphobia, etc. – are not things to be waved off. You’re not edgy or cool for ignoring them. You’re not “uptight” by being upset by them. These are real things with very real social impact.

The reality is, there was never a time when everyone could just enjoy things. To be able to say you had that time is to admit the privilege you had at not having to think about problematic behavior because it didn’t negatively affect your life.

I don’t remember a time where I could “just enjoy things”. What I remember is a time where I was able to enjoy something by throwing everyone who could be hurt by or suffer from it under the bus.

I remember those times in MY life. And I am so fucking grateful they are in the past.

YES. Thank you for spelling this out.

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*Okay, this isn’t fanfiction related. I just enjoyed this little snippet of someone’s daily work life. I’m still reasonably certain that even though this is all pretty funny, it isn’t half as exciting as working at the local Walmart.

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Things That Happened On My First Day At Target

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-Sold lingerie to an eighty year old woman

-Got a free salted caramel frappacino from the suspectedly gay barista, Parker

-Sold a bra to the mom of a sixteen year old girl who was cringing the entire time

-Had a very engaging conversation with a three year old boy about colors. We both like blue.

-Served an old woman who I thought had an impressive mustache, but it was just nose hair

-Watched her and two other women with her get trapped between two sets of automatic doors because they did not understand how to open them. How they got through the first set, I still do not know.

-Sold fifteen gallons of kitty litter to a soccer mom who refused to break eye contact

-Got a second free starbucks drink. This one was a pumpkin pie one that wasn’t even on the menu. I like this barista man.

-Gave dozens of children stickers. Several of them squealed when they got them. This is the best part of my job.

-Sold an old man $200 of furniture and got him to sign up for a Target credit card. Before he finished the last step, he turned and walked away with his cart without a word.

-He still hadn’t paid. I called him back and he apologized, saying “sorry, sometimes my diabetes makes me do that.” He didn’t finish getting the card.

-A woman came up with $220 of items. After a wad of coupons and a stack of free gift cards from other promotions, her total went down to $55. I want her to teach me.

-Saw a girl skipping down the aisle in what can only be described as a pink princess fairy wedding dress. She was filled with happiness and if I hadn’t been on the clock I would have taken her. At the very least, I want that outfit for my own.

-Got approached by a large man named Jason. He told me not to steal. I will take this advice to heart.

-Met a woman referred to only as The Cat Lady. She asked if I wanted her to buy me a keychain from Ross. I told her I had no keys. She nodded solemnly and walked away, whispering their exact location inside Ross, just in case.

-Got called into the HR Head’s office at the end of my shift. I was expecting to be yelled at for some reason. She and another lead showered me in compliments for ten minutes straight, saying a lot of managers had been saying great things about me all day. Not what I expected, but I’ll take it.

Day Two:

-Intimidating farmer man in overalls and pigtails came through my checkout. He bought a bucket. He spoke no words. He made no eye contact. He left me with questions.

-Three college boys came through, each buying spandex and makeup wipes. They spoke no words. They made too much eye contact. They left me with more questions. I question when this job will provide answers.

-A three year old came through, pushed by his personal chauffeur. He bought one small Spider-Man onesie. He carried out the entire transaction on his own. He was the most polite customer I have had so far.

-Three people walked away without their change. Only two returned.

-A man bought thirty light bulbs with a coupon. He told me he did not need thirty light bulbs. He just likes coupons.

-He then walked to customer service, claiming to have returned several things he did not mean to. He then walked a lap around the store and left. He did not leave the store with his light bulbs. They were nowhere to be found.

-A customer came through looking nervous. She leaned over the counter. She whispered to me. Someone had pooped in the baby supplies aisle. All evidence pointed to it not being a baby.

Day Three:

-Two children came through the line. They were chanting to their mom through heavy streams of tears. “WE WANT STICKERS MOMMY.”  There were no stickers at any of the registers. They continued crying. I failed my people.

-An old woman bought five bottles of wine and a large bottle of vodka. Her license told me she had lived through World War II. Her smile told me she was still living.

-I sorted through the candy in the checkout lanes. I was meant to set aside candy that had expired in the last month. A box of Kit Kats was found that had expired in February of 2015. One was missing. I hope the poor sap is okay.

-Clearance school supplies have arrived. A man bought 71 spiral notebooks for $6. A woman bought 110 folders for $4. I hope they meet each other. I would like to see the child of two math problem characters.

-A bearded man named Rusty came through. I sold him a bottle of Crystal Light powder and a gallon of water. The powder was empty. The water jug had an inch of pink water left in it. How long has he been inside the store already. His beard intimidated me too much to ask.

-An elderly man in a fedora pushed two full carts into my lane. They were both filled to the brim. He bought 52 12-packs of Mountain Dew. 12 were diet. He repeatedly told me he was 80 years old. As I handed him his receipt, he leaned in and whispered, “I’m going to get DRUNK.” He pointed at his carts, smiled at me, and scurried away with his definitively alcoholic purchase. I wonder if he knows. I wonder if he cares.

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Geeking Out About: Formation

As a Black woman this video just fed my soul. If you don’t get any of the references, if you’re not a Beyonce fan, or even know what the big deal is, that’s okay. The video just wasn’t made with you in mind, that’s all.

I don’t even love this song, yet I love this song. (I prefer the song “Rise Up” from the movie EPIC.) But as the daughter of a Down Home Delta Mississippi Momma, I got every single reference in it!

This is not the actual Beyonce video. Its choreographed by people who were inspired by the song and all this dancing had me smiling like I’d just won the Lottery. I also like the sign in the background while all these children of different races dance to this song.

 

 

 

Okay here’s the actual video:

 

 

 

 

X-Files Season Ten : My Struggle/Founder’s Mutation

I’m not going to recap as there are people online right now recapping like a muh-fuh, and doing a much better job of it than I would. Actually I have to confess, I didn’t pay that close attention to the plot of My Struggle.

Its my understanding that other people were not greatly impressed by the first episode, either. I didn’t care for the plot but I love that Mulder and Scully are back on TV, in brand new episodes. That the show would be revived, after such a long absence, just makes me hopeful for the future of Hannibal.

I’ve never been a huge fan of the mythology episodes. I’m not into alien conspiracy theories. I probably know more than I rightfully should about the mythology, considering how little I cared for that aspect. Most of my favorite episodes were one-off,  Monster of the week episodes. As soon as any of the characters start mentioning abductions and aliens, I just tune-out and watch the pretty people. So that’s what happened with the first episode. I am aware that stuff happened and plots were advanced, I just have no memory of any of it.

 

I did enjoy the second episode much better, about two superpowered teens searching for each other. It had a certain amount of pathos in it. I’d forgotten over the years that Scully and Mulder had a child together and that they can never be together because the gub’ment, won’t let them. So, I had some feels about all that.

I noticed their boss, Walter Skinner was back and still being kind of an asshole, without actually coming right out and actually being an asshole. The Cigarette Smoking Man is still smoking, despite the cancer that’s torn out his throat, which is frankly, kind of disgusting. That man’s got some serious fucking addiction, right there. Wow!

Abigail Hobbes, from Hannibal, cameo-ed in this episode. My mind keeps rejecting this actress’ name. I just watched her chewing the scenery in The Magicians and for some reason my brain has taken a disliking to her, and I can’t pinpoint exactly why, as she’s not a bad actress. She’s not actually doing anything bad onscreen. I’m just tired of looking at her, maybe.

Oh! I do have a memory about the first episode with Mulder declaring that everything he thought he knew about the alien conspiracy was all lies and there’s no actual aliens involved in the conspiracy. Its just regular people being dicks. It almost always is. I could’ve told him that. And how many times per season did he make such declarations.

Mulder is looking a bit care-worn but Scully looks as fine as she ever did. Possibly even better, and Hell, I didn’t even know Skinner was still among the living.  Surely, I thought he might have shuffled off the bureaucratic coil a  long time ago.

As far as I can tell from the three episodes that have aired, its the same formula as before. There is a mystery. Mulder and Scully investigate, find out the truth, some  heads are exploded and they wrap it up and move on to the next strange event.

Hey, don’t mess with a formula that works.

 

Lets Go Waaay Back!

Like my motto says,  I watched far too much damned TV, as a child. The kind of television that  was horrible but fun and cheesy, with some truly awful special effects. They had seriously flaky plots that weren’t worth remembering, and you couldn’t pay me to watch most of them now, accept as a joke.

But hey, I loved them when I was a kid, and there’s still a little part of me that was excited to recall these shows, while doing this post. Some of you are going  to be excited to see some of these childhood friends, too. Those of you who are too young to remember these shows, please forgive us the sin of  having watched them. Sometimes, this was all the SciFi we could get.

As you go through the list you will perhaps begin to notice a trend. Even as a  very young girl, I had a high appreciation for luxurious hair, and eye candy. Apparently, I still do, given my immediate attraction to Sam Winchester. The 70s and 80s was a time of truly gorgeous men’s bouffants.

So, lets go back! Waaay back! To those Saturday afternoons, when your Mama hadn’t kicked you out of the house, yet. To those Friday evenings, when you were to young to date, so had an excuse for watching this stuff. To your mama, hollering at you to turn that junk off and go to bed…

Junk like,

Lucan (1977)

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I  remember watching this on Saturday evenings, with my Mom in the background doing Mom-stuff. I was fascinated by Lucan’s eyes, and his luxuriant hair. It was about a young boy, who had been found in the wilderness by wolves and raised there. He was rescued by some type of researcher, I think. Since he acted very wolf like, at seven years old, I thought he was something like a werewolf. I do have a distinct memory of my Mother talking to me about feral children, and how this show was loosely based on a true story. I didn’t  really believe her until I researched it myself, and found that the truth was much more tragic than anything that ever happened on the show. Feral children don’t often learn to  speak or look nearly as handsome. They generally don’t live long either.

Isis/Wonder Woman Power Hour (1975)

What young girl doesn’t remember twirling around in the living room, like a deranged lunatic, trying to become Wonder Woman? I suppose if you spun fast enough, you could get dizzy, fall down, bump your head on the coffee table and dream you were WW or just Lynda Carter.

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Isis was much easier. All you had to do was grab whatever piece of jewelry you were wearing, yell the magic words,” Oh, Mighty Isis!” , then stand there and wait to be blinded for thirty minutes, by a glaring light popping in your face. Oh, and Isis didn’t need no invisible jet. She just jumped into the air whenever she felt like it, I think. In fact, I’m not entirely sure she had any powers beyond talking to birds and flying. She did have a neat costume and for a morning children’s show, it was kind of intelligent. I do remember feeling smarter while watching it, and I did go on to study Egyptian history on the basis of the stuff shown  in it.

The Incredible Hulk (1978)

The show was typical of the time period. David Banner ran around the country, sticking his nose into other people’s problems and getting beat up a lot, or sometimes just becoming mildly annoyed by something, which would call for the Hulk to show up, break a few things, throw people around and sometimes take a nice run through downtown NY. This show did the inadvertent job of teaching me, that becoming a rage monster at the slightest provocation, really wasn’t worth the effort. And, unlike Banner, you had to clean up the mess you made, afterward.

I liked Bill Bixby. Once again, you have yet another show, about a guy, in giant bell bottom jeans, turning into something and being chased by nefarious forces. In the series, the forces took the form of an obnoxious reporter, who wanted to expose Banner and thereby become famous. I noticed that in the 70s, television hated print journalists. They almost alway depicted them as grasping, greedy assholes, who would sell out their own Mama, for a good story.

I’ve been watching the reruns of this show on cable and mostly all I’ve taken away from it is that fashions of the 70’s were truly awful and David Banner couldn’t fight off a small poodle. Probably becasue he was one of those new age, emo men, of the 70’s, who only listened to Crosby, Stills, and Nash songs. I don’t have anything against the singing trio, but they didn’t sing the anthems of tough guys.

The show was also notable for its beautiful title theme song, The Lonely Man. Exactly the kind of song that best fit Banner.

 Space 1999 (1975)

I used to wait in anticipation for this show to air on Saturday afternoons. Next to Lost in Space it had one of the funkiest title theme songs, ever. I still jam to it on my player, now. At first, I would only watch the opening credits for the song, and then, turn to something more interesting like Soul Train. But after a while I starting actually watching and liking the show. The show and its characters moved and talked at a snail’s pace, which was very relaxing to a hyper six year old, on a Saturday afternoon and I knew Barbara Bane and Martin Landau  from Mission Impossible.

This show had another bird-like shapeshifter,  named Maya, who I thought was deeply cool because hey! bird powers!  She was a total rip off of Spock, but I didn’t care. For some reason, that whole bird-thing happened a lot, in the 80s because Buck Rogers had something like her, too.

Oh, and my Mom, encouraging my madness, bought me this toy:

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Yep! My Mom is totally awesome!

Automan (1983)

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The science of the show made no sense. The acting was wooden and the title character had all the emotive flexibility of a lobotomy patient, so none of these reasons were why we watched the show. We watched this show, for the car. The cars, and other transport vehicles were the schnit! I remember the other kids in my class wanting one just like it. It rivalled the  K.I.T.T., and Dukes of Hazzard cars, in sheer popularity. Even my Mom remembers the Automan car.

Manimal (1983) 

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Played by Simon MacCorkindale, Manimal could only turn into five different animals. There was a gorgeous black panther, various snakes, a bird and I believe at one point, a ferret, but I’m not too sure about that. That could have just been high, after dinner, sugar levels. Basically the  only animals the production company could afford, really.

I was seriously girl-crushing on Simon. For some reason, watching men transform into different things that weren’t men, was just something I was into back then and television indulged this fascination by having a buttload of shows based on the theme. I’m not sure I’m entirely out of that phase, as I still get a kick out of such things. But I wasn’t completely pie-eyed. I did know enough to ask the hard questions like: What happened to Manimal’s clothes when he changed? How did he find his clothes again when he came back? Why didn’t the panther, like Simon, have a head of luxurious brown hair? Hell, for that matter, why didn’t the snake? The bird got a pass. The show was pretty formulaic and cheap, although there was at least one change per episode. The plots were instantly forgettable, as was most of the dialogue. Once again, as required by law, there was a Black male sidekick.

Voyagers (1983) 

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The primary actor, John Erik Hexum, died from the same kind of accident that killed Brandon Lee, a stray bullet from a prop gun. I remember crushing on him too. He was a gorgeous young man, sort of like the Chris Evans of the early 80s, even though his hair was not as flagrantly lovely as that young boy he hung out with. (Yes, that’s a boy.) I think a lot of people loved him, as many TV celebrities were openly upset about his death.

In the show, he was a time traveler, who used something that looked like the device from the movie Cronos, to travel through time. Him, and some kid he’d kidnapped or stole or something, would flit about from time period to time period, making sure history played out in the correct fashion. It’s a testament to how distracting his looks were that nobody who was watching this show, learned  anything about history or remembers who the kid was.

The Powers of Matthew Star (1982)

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Every  White man in the 70s had gorgeous, Farah Fawcett hair and Peter Barton had the best hair of them all. I mean the guy’s bouffant was simply awesome.  I remember my Mom liked this show because Louis Gossett Jr. was in it and I think she was crushing on him because she used to always mention his shiny bald head. (Yeah, what a weirdo.) Peter Barton plays an alien who is hidden, or exiled, or something, on Earth and since he’s young and pretty, he is required to enroll in High School, where Louis is his guardian, of some kind. Peter’s character had super mental powers that didn’t require him to emote too much, so as not to get wrinkles on his face. Can we remember any of the plots of these shows.

No!

But hey, watching cute guys was something to do on a weekday evening, when you’re twelve. Helll, I can do this now at Forty+.

Man From Atlantis (1977)

I mostly watched this one because my Mom liked Patrick Duffy, who was really hot, and I was fascinated by his swimming techniques. It was my understanding, at aged 7 or so, that it was really difficult to swim without a lot of arm waving, so why bother to have webbed fingers, if he’s not going to use them. It also didn’t hurt that Duffy looked really good in a pair of Speedos. The plot..what plot? We don’t need no stinking plot. All we need is for Duffy to cock his head and stare vacantly at things, and swim somewhere real fast, at least once per episode.

Mork and Mindy (1982)

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I was there for the pilot of this show. It was a ridiculous premise. An alien comes to Earth to study human behavior and customs and decides to hang out with this single, White girl in Colorado. However, as a vehicle for Robin Williams, it was spectacular. I loved this character so much. It fit my twelve year old looney tunes humor and Robin was very handsome and more than a little insane. It was his first television vehicle and he owned it. I think that was the time I fell in love with him and I never stopped.

This is also somewhere around the time I realized I truly was a nerd. I had a pair of Mork’s suspenders (as shown) that I found at a garage sale, and wore to school often. Amazingly, I never got picked on about those suspenders. I suspect it was because most of the Black kids in my neighborhood already really liked the show, just didn’t notice I had them, or where they came from, and the ones who didn’t were entirely ignorant of the show’s existence.

Werewolf (1987) 

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The premise of the show was pretty self evident. It’s all there in the title, really.

Let’s go over this again, okay?  Handsome guy, changing into something at least once per show, being chased by somebody, or something, while wearing a luxurious head of hair, sometimes all over his whole body.

Look!

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This was another show I watched with my Mom. I think it was because Chuck Connors was in it and he was her version of John Wayne. A real tough guy. I watched it because …werewolves! And I was fascinated by the fact that none of the werewolves had genitals of any kind. I also think this show was meant to cash in on the popularity of The Howling.

Honorable Mentions:

The Others (2000)

Brisco County Jr.

Now And Again (1999) Eric close /Dennis Haysbert

Reaper (2007) Ray Wise

Anamaniacs /Earthworm Jim/Galaxy Rangers

Seaquest DSV (1993) Jonathan Brandis (deceased) and Roy Scheider

Good Vs Evil (1999) Richard Brooks

The Invisible Man (2000) Vincent Ventresca

Haunted (2002) Matthew Fox

I know I missed a lot of shows. Some of them I had to leave out but that doesn’t mean I didn’t watch them or love them. Let me know what you watched in the comments. Your age range had to have been between five and fifteen, when you watched it, though.

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