19 Aug 2014 23:18 | 43,720 notes | Reblog

magical-unicorn-idina-menzel:

I love and seriously respect that Idina realizes that she’s tweeting to young, impressionable girls that really will believe her when she tells them they are beautiful!

19 Aug 2014 22:51 | 412,024 notes | Reblog

okaywork:

when teachers actually start teaching on the first day of class

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These Women Are Using Selfies To Reclaim #Latina Identity On Tumblr

reclaimingthelatinatag:

Reclaiming The Latina Tag was featured on BuzzFeed!

Here’s the story, which includes some quotes from yours truly provided for the piece and a few of the beautiful selfies some of our followers have submitted:

Tumblr — like Twitter and now Facebook — uses hashtags to categorize conversations on various topics, but what Xochilt Montano found browsing the #latina tag in late 2012 shocked and angered her.

 The Reclaiming the Latina Tag founder told BuzzFeed that when she “dared to peek at #latina on Tumblr,” she was shocked to see it was “ALL porn.”

 “That really pushed me over the edge and made me incredibly angry so I had the idea to ‘reclaim’ the tag.” 

Montano sees the selfie as an “act of resistance” against stereotypes.

RTLT regularly makes calls for “Bomb the Latina Tag” sprints, where readers submit photos tagged #latina with information “anywhere from descent, memories, achievements and goals, or random thoughts.” 

Many contributors have been reblogged by fetishists when they tag their selfies.

“It’s pretty tiring having to block all the fetishizing perverts, but it’s worth [it] if we stop seeing hypersexualized (without permission) or demeaning memes on the latina tag. And to creepy people who fetishize yo y mis hermanas: this GIF is for you.”

Readers also submit questions or comments regularly via Tumblr’s Ask feature.

Taking back the tag is about celebration, says Montano: “I want to let people know that there are Latina politicians, writers, activists, scientists, athletes, academics, artists, and award-winning actresses and musicians.”

“I want to celebrate the accomplishments of Latina women and also show that Latinas have different nationalities, races, sexual orientations, ethnicities, psychical characteristics, and social classes…”

“Reclaiming The Latina Tag strives to be a safe space for Latinas to get to know their history and also become inspired by the amazing achievements of other Latinas.”

Montano is the founder but there are four other contributors who also reblog and create content.

To Montano, Latina identity means “finding union within exclusion.”

“Latina for me means being a member of network of women who are proud of their Latin American heritage.”

“Latina means strength to fight against oppression.”

“Latina means our mothers who paved the way for us and our daughters who will continue the resistance.”

“Latina means not apologizing for taking what’s yours.”

“The fight of Reclaiming The Latina Tag cannot be easily accomplished or fulfilled, but I believe that with each new follower we gain and with each post we publish a difference is made.”

19 Aug 2014 22:30 | 52,544 notes | Reblog

uglyboyzclub:

tumblr users be like

19 Aug 2014 22:08 | 6,228 notes | Reblog

on the ice bucket challenge

nofunphillips:

my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS. 

this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.

this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.

after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.

these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.

so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.

i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”

please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.

my mom’s chapter:

http://www.alsphiladelphia.org/ 

p.s. the only reason i haven’t done my own ice bucket challenge yet is because i wanted to do it with my mom. we’re seeing each other next week, so it will happen then, i promise.

Think about this next time you think it’s just a stupid gimick

19 Aug 2014 21:40 | 32,887 notes | Reblog

crabbyjammies:

capitalistpropaganda:

"what’s the worst that could happen? I’ll be TOO cool?" I say as I strap the rocket blasters to my heelys