Okay, so this might strike a problem with some people. I might not totally understand the problem, because I’m a white female in America, but I’m really fired up at the moment.
Recently a friend on the Facebook posted this article titled Why You Shouldn’t Dress Your Child Up as Moana for Halloween. . .and there’s a lot more like it on the internet.
Although, I like what this person said which is where I’m about to go with my response.
I read the article and it goes in to talking about cultural appropriation and how dressing up as these characters perpetuates it. The person who posted this article on Facebook was also fighting this same exact point. Here’s where I have a problem.
I get it. I understand that for most people of color there aren’t a lot of characters or in this case Disney Princesses of color. At least there wasn’t when I was growing up. I understand how important these figures are to have. I understand even though I’m a white woman how important it is to have someone who looks like you to look up to. I get those arguments.
However, most little girls are looking up to these characters because of their personalities or the music in their story. Let them have that!
When I think Disney and Disney Princesses I think about the fact that when I was a little girl I looked up to these characters. Currently I’m watching my niece look up to these princesses as well. Specifically Moana. My niece is 3. . .and if she wants to dress up as Moana I’m going to go out a buy her the costume, because she’s 3 and we don’t need to start poisoning kids brains.
I get that certain cultures don’t get the recognition the deserve and that Moana is a special princess, because she’s the first Polynesian Princess there is, and Disney for once did their research when look into her culture. The movie depicts everything pretty accurately minus the pirate coconuts, which I still don’t really understand. . .
Back to my orignal point though. We don’t tell little African-American girls or Hispanic girls “Oh, I’m sorry sweaty you can’t be Belle, Cinderella, or Aerial because she’s white and you’re not…” Instead we buy the costumes and tell them they look beautiful! As we should be doing with little white girls who want to dress up as Moana.
If we dress up our white girls as say Cinderella instead than we are continuing “White Privelage” but we’re saying “Hey, Moana special character, but because she’s a different race than you she’s not for you”….
I don’t think this appropriation of a culture. I have a huge problem with people who allow their children to dress up in the typical Native American Garb from the Halloween stores as that perpetuates a racists stereotype. Same thing with the Geisha costumes I’ve seen. Those costumes to me I can see and understand why we should steer our children towards something different. But when a child says they want to be a certain character for Halloween it’s because they love that character.
Children don’t give a fuck skin color or culture. They’re taught that and by telling your child “No, you can’t be Moana because that might be perceived as racist. . .” is showing them this. But also you tell a 3-year-old “No you’re not going to be Moana” and see how well that goes over.
Let me make sure I say this: The world is a fucked up place! I know. I’ve seen and witnessed it. But if you’re truly offended by kids dressing up as there favorite Disney character then there’s something wrong with you. I see no problem with girls dressing up as Pocahontas as long as it’s literally the Disney costume. . . because guess what that child isn’t oh I want to be a Native American. They’re thinking I want to be Pocahontas and paint with the colors of the wind. Just like these little girls are saying “Oh, I want to be a Polynesian.. ” They just want to be their favorite character, which is a costume. . .
So stop telling parents and people that they’re racist or making them feel bad about shit like this. It’s exhausting being politically correct all the time for the sake of someones feelings. News flash we live in a world where anything and everything offends someone.
Halloween is suppose to be fun for kids. They look forward to dressing up and trick or treating. It’s the one night a year they get to be their favorite idol and get free candy for it. Why are we ruining their fun with our political agendas.
So unless you’re putting your kid in black face or a stereotypical racist costume I personally and most of the world don’t give a flying fuck! Let’s celebrate everyone and the diversity in this world instead of saying no. . .
It’s been a hot second. I’ve been a little busy and swamped. Which meant I was too tired to write something.
About two weeks I had gotten a job with Target as a seasonal employee and with this place called Clean Eatz. I knew that if I wanted to reach my goal of spending my 23rd Birthday in New York that I would have to start working a few jobs and saving some money.
I’d been working my butt off at the Target as a Cashier. Which gets boring after a while let me tell you. However, the more people I have come through the line the faster time seems to go which is always nice.
On October 15th, I went to my best friend’s baby reveal. I forget that baby reveals are a thing. Baby showers are normal, but a party to reveal the sex of the baby I didn’t realize was like a thing people do. I guess it’s something that’s currently trending on the social media. Anyway, I’ve been saying for weeks that this baby (baby #2) is going to be a boy. I just want to point out that I was right! My best friends are having a baby boy in April. We couldn’t be more excited! They had a girl a few years ago so it’ll be fun to watch my sweet pea and pumpkin grow up!
Monday, October 16th, I was off from work and received an email from a company I had applied a bit ago asking what my current availability was as far as Stage Management goes. I instantly replied that I was free and interested in this inquiry. They scheduled a phone call that day and offered me a job.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been offered my first big girl job Stage Managing professionally. I couldn’t be more excited. I can’t tell you just yet who or what it’s for. But I leave Wednesday, October 25th, to begin this exciting adventure. The best part about this job offer is if I do well there’s room for me to advanced. Considering the ups and downs of the last 6 months I needed this.
I also agreed to Stage Managing a Dance show that benefits Make a Wish Foundation. A close friend’s Mother owns a dance studio that has been doing this the past 2 or 3 years. The entire production and production team is volunteer so that all the proceeds goes to Make a Wish. I feel honored and humbled that I get to be a part of this.
It’s crazy that the minute I got one job another that I’ve been waiting to hear about for about 6 months falls into my lap. This contract is a pretty sweet deal too. They’re flying me to where I need to go, paying for my housing for my entire contract, and I get salary. I finally feel like I’m getting out my slump I’ve been in.
On top of getting a job offer on Monday I received a letter from my Uncle regarding my Dad’s estate. Enclosed was a check for a lot of money. A number in which is extremely overwhelming. I’m 22 and have no idea how to handle something like this. . . After much thought and talking with people I trust I’ve decided that a portion is going to pay back my student loans. I will officially be debt free. How many college students in this generation can say that? The rest is going into a savings account until I decide how to invest.
Monday was a very overwhelming day for me. As you can see life is so unexpected and things just happen. For the last few months I’ve had a shit storm of things happen to me. From rejections, having my heart-broken, and my Dad dying…It’s like the sun is finally coming out. I don’t feel that my luck has changed, because I believe we make our own luck, but something has defiantly shifted as things are looking up!
I am struggling that with this new job means that I’m moving to Tampa for the next 8 weeks and super soon. As I’ve been dating this really great guy for the past 3 months. I’m going to really miss him. Every week for the last few months I spend Sundays, Tuesdays, or Thursdays with him and now it’s stopping for a few weeks. I’ve also developed these really strong feelings for him. Even though I tried really hard not to. I’m not someone who does that. . .
However, I like the way he looks at me even though half the time I tell him to stop staring at me. I like the fact that he randomly plays with my hands in the car, at a restaurant, in the movies, or where ever. I like the fact that our personalities are so similar and yet different at the same time. I like that he picks and “argues” with me just as much as I do with him. I like that when he hugs me or kisses me I get goose bumps. I like that he’s always warm, because I’m always cold! I like the way he interacts with my family and that they for once actually like someone I’m dating. . .Most importantly I like the fact that he’s incredibly supportive.
From the minute we first met I made it clear that my biggest goal was to leave NC and he’s been all about. Mostly because he wants to leave soon too. So when I told him the news he was both excited and sad because I’m leaving him.
We spent this weekend at his brother’s wedding. Which just solidified our feeling for the other person. But we’re both being realistic about the situation. We’re going to try to see what the next 8 weeks is going to bring. He’s apparently not going anywhere and going to wait for me. I’ve made it clear that if this becomes too hard that he can say good-bye. I wouldn’t be offended. But there’s something special about him. I mean the fact that he’s supportive of my ambitions and supportive is unlike what I’ve experienced before.
I made a promise to myself that my career and dreams come first. That the right person would understand that and support that. Instead of challenging it or wanting me to change the way I’m doing life. My past few relationships have questioned it or didn’t exactly get it, but I know what I want out of life, and I’m going for it. It’d be amazing to have someone’s support like this. However, I’ve never been someone to be dependent on a relationship. As I say to my friends ” I’m independent woman that doesn’t need a man, but has a man, because she likes is company.” This will continue to be philosophy.
I’m at the moment trying to figure out what priorities in life are going to be.iuse to think that in order to be successful in what I do I had to be single for some strange reasons. But some of the most successful women I know in my career are married with children. I guess it’s all about balance and what you want out of life.
There you have it. My life update for the past like 2 weeks. I can’t wait to share with you everything that’s to come.
Have a great week everyone!
In case you haven’t seen this on your Facebook feed let me clue you in real quick. Warning this might be slightly triggering to some.
#metoo is trending on Facebook right now. It’s women and men posting about their experiences being sexually harassed or assaulted. Most are just the words me too, but some actually go in to detail. It’s a shedding a light on a serious issue in our country and honestly worldwide. Here’s mine below.
We teach girls from a young age to be mindful of our surroundings at all times. That if approached we should just ignore it, because responding could lead to an altercation.
I’ve been followed through grocery stores and to a car multiple times with a grown ass man hollering at me the entire time after I’ve told them to clearly “fuck off!” and it wasn’t until a male friend showed up (Who happened to be gay) that this man stopped.
I’ve had places on my body be violated while at concerts and clubs. Simply because a man couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
I’ve been harassed while at work simply because of the fact that I’m a female and “My Mommy blessed with a beautiful body..” To which I’ve had to tell the men I’m working with to stop openly discussing my body within my ear shot and their response being “This is theatre don’t be so sensitive.”
I was told during orientation this past week that if i work night shift at Target to make sure that you leave a building with a buddy at night just in case. . .
I’ve been hollered at on the street, at the gas station, parking lots, and hesitating walking into whatever residence I was staying in at the time because I didn’t want someone to know where I was going. .
I’ve been followed.
I carry a knife and pepper spray on me at all times for my own safety, because I’m known to tell men who think these action are okay to “Fuck off!” and I want to be able to protect myself if it ever escalated.
I had a “Peeping Tom” at my window of my apartment on numerous occasions and when it was brought to the police to report. The gentlemen on the other end of the telephone told “Me there was nothing he could do about it.” I had to beg this person to send a car out and take a description of this person. And when the gentlemen officers showed up they dismissed the fact that I and my roommate were scared. They told us to keep the windows and doors shut at all times, and that until this man makes an entrance into the apartment that there’s nothing they can do.
I could go on and on, because honestly this happens way too often. I really thought about not saying anything and then I realized that because I had that thought is why I needed to.
I know too many women in my life who have been through so much worse. Enough is enough. I refuse to live life afraid or uncomfortable.