lushious:

ablubluh:

bisassual:

obscure-affection:

lushious:

I’m reading the review of the Australian Curriculum and it is fucking killing my life

  • "The Review received a significant number of submissions arguing that the Australian Curriculum did not pay enough attention to…

Spurr’s entire argument here is that we should focus less on ATSI perspectives and material in the classroom. Saying there isn’t much literature by or about ATSI people is pretty ignorant of you tbh!

There is a heap of fantastic literature written by ATSI peoples- Oodgeroo Noonuccal, Bronwyn Bancroft, Sally Morgan, just to name a popular few. The new English curriculum recommends incorporating a range of quality texts from Indigenous authors and illustrators, as well as prompting the use of digital forms of storytelling and narrative such as Message Stick, ABC’s Dust Echoes, etc.

This publisher’s website is a fantastic resource for finding works by Indigenous authors and illustrators
http://www.magabala.com/our_authors

Yeah it probably is pretty ignorant of me, I’m English and my knowledge of Australia is really very slim so yeah, mea culpa. But I am gonna say that I didn’t say there wasn’t *much* but that there *probably wasn’t AS much*. So there’s that.

And I absolutely agree that there should be more teaching about Indigenous authors in Australia’s national curriculum, that’s common sense and really I’d think that even an egg on a stick could tell that. Even I know that and I’m all the way over here on the other side of the world and the closest I ever got to Australia was the fact that I had an Australian friend for a while a couple of years ago.

Please don’t start thinking that I think Spurr is right. Also don’t start thinking that I am within shouting distance of knowing anything about this issue other than what common sense tells me.

Sameface Part 2: Revenge of the gender dimorphism

coelasquid:

turbomun:

A while ago, I wrote a long-ass article about a certain animated movie’s less-than-stellar treatment of its female character designs. It was not the first, last, or most popular post on the subject, but it did get over 19,000 notes, which is about 18,900 notes more than I thought it would get. By now, everyone is sick to death of hearing about Frozen, and especially about how all the women look the same. So rest assured that I’m not here today to talk about Frozen again.

Instead, I’m here to talk about The Book of Life.

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People seem to be getting pretty hyped about this movie, and why shouldn’t they? It’s a film about Mexican culture with an actual Mexican director, and the visual style is certainly a far cry from anything that Disney has ever done. But upon my first viewing of the trailer, I couldn’t help but notice something.

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Once again, all of the female characters have the Exact Same Face.

Okay, when I say the Exact Same Face, I don’t mean that their faces are literally exactly the same. What I do mean that if the only difference between their faces is that one has slightly more curved eyes on the top, or one has their nose and mouth placed four millimeters lower, than we have a problem…especially when the male characters look like this:

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Last time, we examined why Sameface Syndrome occurs (hint: it’s not about laziness!) and I explained that it’s much more common for it to happen to women than men, since it’s tied to female beauty standards. But what exactly are those beauty standards, and why does the ubiquitous Exact Same Face appear across films and studios in a similar form every time?

Friends, welcome to the wonderful world of gender dimorphism.

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I still really want to see Book of Life, but the women in this movie are so homogenous it’s confusing. Every time I’ve seen La Muerte in the promotional materials my brain immediately registered her as Maria with a painted face.

Yeah same, I thought they were the same character for a while as well

urban-werewolf:

twentyoneskeletonpilots:

batsyandmrj:

There’s thousands of notes on posts about how unfair it is that there isn’t a wonder woman movie and now that its been officially announced nobody is talking about it?

Like Can I get at least a hell yeah?

It’s almost like people really didn’t want a Wonder Woman movie They just wanted to complain about there not being one

Yay! Kinda miss the lasso of truth but good to see her with a sword.

Actually I only just heard about this yesterday so get off my back

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Anonymous said: Explain Death Note to me please

mercurialmalcontent:

elanorpam:

I spent literal hours doing this, and i regret nothing.

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

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They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

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A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

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Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

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The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

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The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

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The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

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Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all. Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists.

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The sociopath flicks an olive back.

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The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

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More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves.

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The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

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wizzard890:

A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.

They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting. 

The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on. 

A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.

He does not return. 

Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.

The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?

The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.

The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people. 

Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.

Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye. 

More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out. 

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.

The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.

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delighted shriek

I don’t know anything about Death Note and I still think this is hilarious

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

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ablubluh:

bisassual:

obscure-affection:

lushious:

I’m reading the review of the Australian Curriculum and it is fucking killing my life

  • "The Review received a significant number of submissions arguing that the Australian Curriculum did not pay enough attention to the impact of Western civilisation and Judeo-Christianity on Australia’s development, institutions and broader society and culture”
  • "Professor Spurr argues, ‘the impact of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples on literature in English in Australia has been minimal and is vastly outweighed by the impact of global literature in English, and especially that from Britain, on our literary culture’."
  • "Too much emphasis on children being ‘creative’ before they have a firm knowledge and appreciation of exemplary works created by acknowledged authors and writers needs to be checked."
  • "During the early years to middle years of primary school, there should be less emphasis on children creating their own literature and more on becoming familiar with literary texts”
  • "Piggin also makes a number of suggestions about how the history curriculum might be made more balanced. Included, is acknowledging the role played by Christian missions in the life of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples"

  • "Two [cross-curricular] priorities, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander histories and culture and Asia and Australia’s engagement with Asia, do not embed well into the science curriculum [and should be removed]."

Sorry kids, you can’t use your imagination until we’ve trained you to use your imagination in the right ways. You’re here to absorb, not produce, ideas and knowledge. The only people who know anything about science are white people. Also, we are massive racists.

Professor Spurr has has just been suspended from the University of Sydney for being a shitty, disgusting human.  He was behind many of the dot points above. Anyone who decided his recommendations were worth including in the curriculum review is going to look pretty bad now. Shitty, disgusting humans, all of them.

I accidentally attended one of his lectures the day before the news broke (my friend takes his class). It was a bit fukt.

I didn’t know that Torres Strait Islanders existed until I was an adult and started filling out forms like an adult and seeing the ‘are you of Aboriginal or TSI origins’ on Centrelink forms and stuff. We do not need to have less education about the cultures of our own country. 

"Professor Spurr argues, ‘the impact of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples on literature in English in Australia has been minimal and is vastly outweighed by the impact of global literature in English, and especially that from Britain, on our literary culture’."

I would argue that this one is largely correct, if only because writers in English historically haven’t paid much mind to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples, so there isn’t very much literature from or about them in English.

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animatedpint:

♪ Hot, desperate grinding practise. ♥
Can’t get EriSol out of my head

DUDE.

animatedpint:

♪ Hot, desperate grinding practise. ♥

Can’t get EriSol out of my head

DUDE.

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awwww-cute:

Lazy record store employee

is your cat filed properly

awwww-cute:

Lazy record store employee

is your cat filed properly

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Basic Sewing Tutorial: What You Need

afinedoll:

OK, first of all, I haven’t posted anything this week because I’ve had a ‘orrible cold and I’ve been in bed, sick as a dog. I’m back now though, and here, as promised, is the first of those sewing tutorials - this one isn’t even Sewing 101. Think of it as Sewing 000, this post is the bit where we gather our materials. I promise I won’t make you buy anything expensive. Everybody taking notes? Good.

Ignore all those books telling you you need huge piles of fancy equipment and £50 gold-plated scissors and real emery pincushions. The core equipment list, skimping a little maybe, looks like this.

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Here is the start of that basic sewing tut I promised.

ceruleancynic:

cubebreaker:

Dusseldorf artist Ramon Todo places highly polished glass layers in books, stones, and other objects.

HOLY SHIT this is so cool

my very dear friend from 3rd through 12th grade went to RISD and majored in glass, and she made me a glass/rock sculpture which is still one of my favorite things in the world

I’ve had that piece for…a long time now, at the very least since the early 2000s. I love it so much and I wish I was less of a shit at keeping in touch with people. 

…gonna go look her up, actually. 

Dear god when I looked at that I thought it was metallic tape wrapped around the rock

i gotta say it was a good day

ceruleancynic:

a bright, breezy, rather beautiful day

things done: got my fucking roots did, which needed very much to be done, and the lady got rid of the nancy reagan poof at the back and used a straightener on it and blew-dry the result into this sort of vaguely sixties deal which is much more becoming than I expected it to be

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then i hit up goodwill and got never-worn sam&libby riding boots for $9.99 and a selection of excellent clothing plus three hilariterrible sixties/seventies BHaG cookbooks

then as i was walking out of goodwill i heard the rumble of a highly inefficient engine with a vast, vast carbon footprint and hey, look, if it isn’t the local car show that sometimes sort of happens outside the pep boys next to goodwill

put my shit away and went to go see what was what, and a lady was polishing her steinway-black 79 Trans Am and i drooled a bit and asked her all about it—frame-up restoration, years and years of work, they just won best in show at a pretty big local venue, she and her husband both clearly loved the shit out of this car and it absolutely showed

i didn’t take a picture of it because i was too busy gushing, and when they said “hey do you wanna sit in it?” my brain just short-circuited

the lady was like “hey let me see your phone, does it have a camera” and i gave it to her and sank into this lovely lovely thing and she took some pictures

this is what i look like when i am supremely, idiotically happy, it doesn’t happen often

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this car is one year older than me and it looks a lot better than i do but damn

so yeah then i drove my tiny efficient unsexy sneaker-shaped carlet back home where my parking space had FINALLY been resurfaced and freshly sprayed

sometimes i like the world a whole bunch, it’s not often, but it happens

and i didn’t even have to use my AK

OMG that sounds like the best day

I am glad you had the best day, CC

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officialtobio:

officialtobio:

where is that picture of a cartoon cat wearing four high heels that goes around every halloween to help people with anxiety

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Anonymous said: Grandmother anon- If the words are constructed the way you're reading them, does that mean that my gender is a transgender? (What kind of gender--> trans)

the-real-seebs:

I am not entirely sure whether gender has a consistent state with respect to whether it’s an “a gender” thing or a mass noun or what.

There’s some weird language quirks. I would argue that if you wanted to use trans as an adjective on gender, it’d be “a trans gender”, as opposed to “a cis gender”. So you could describe something as “a masculine gender” (which might be a slightly broader category than “male”), for instance. Or if you’re asking whether someone’s relationship counts as gay, you might ask whether their partner has “the same gender”, or is “same-gendered”.

Of course, “transgender” could be a noun. It would be a person who transgends. Sort of like someone who misgenders is a misgenderer, and someone who misgends is a misgender.

English is really, really, sloppy about parts of speech at the best of times, and as Calvin so wisely put it: “Verbing weirds language.”

The thing is, when we start a sentence with ‘my gender is a’ then grammatically speaking you wouldn’t expect it to complete with ‘male’ or ‘female’, because that sounds oddly clinical - it would be ‘my gender is a man/woman’. And I am not entirely sure what the transgender equivalent for that grammatical sense is. Also it still sounds very clunky and I personally feel that the sentence should be ‘I am a man/woman/transgendered person/insert preference here’.

If the sentence goes ‘my gender is’ then it makes a lot more sense for it to go ‘my gender is male/female/transgender/etc’.

If you see what I mean? This would probably be a lot clearer if I knew more about the names for parts of speech, but I’m doing my best, I apologise.

medimeedes:

i wanna draw mabel in dreamscapeland

with soos and dweedledee and dweedledum, bill as teh Chshire cat and uh stan as the hatter

Oooh and Dipper as the white rabbit!

This is a place for me to put things DA and Y! won't let me, random stuff I have on my mind, things I think are cool and all that kind of crap. The big hypothetical dumping ground. Every artist needs one. Also, while you're here, feed my fish!

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