The Princess Mononoke stage adaptation has opened in London to sell-out performances and rave reviews. The play’s puppets and costumes are made out of recycled material, reflecting Miyazaki’s environmental message.
OH MY GOD
BRILLIANT
ok i’ve hit a thousand followers because of some bad decisions and i guess it’s time to do one of these WOW
IGUANAMOUTH’S 1000TH FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY
PRIZES
- there will be three winners who get one of the above things
- the first name picked gets to pick whatever they want the most, the second one gets to choose from the two left, and the last one gets whatever’s left tough beans
- you get to choose from a either drawing of whatever the hell you want, your oc, porn, whatever floats your yacht
- two pokemon charms of your choice because they’re pretty small and easy to make
- orrrrr one scalement necklace with a little noose on it!! the scalemate up there is sollux flavored because ronni has a fetish but yours can be whatever
RULES
- first up you dont have to be following me who even wants to do that
- you get as many reblogs and likes as you want because they’re only going to show up once on the feed anyway ahah
- the giveaway ends 1/30/2013 10:37 PST because who cares
- winners will be announced january 31 like as soon as the day starts
- you’ve got a 24 hours to respond so i guess watch the skies for news
- i’m going to try to ship ANYWWHERRRE so you have to be comfortable with giving me an address alright
if you have an questions its probably because im shitty at explaining but feel free to drop me a line
HAVE FUN
pt. 1 of a series entitled “I thought you said you liked long hair…”
women in our society grow up believing that body hair is unnatural, and that the removal of hair is a ritualistic practice to be done as often as possible. we see ads for shaving creams featuring long, lean, hairless legs being caressed by a man. we see hairy women being automatically labeled as man hating feminists or as being unkempt, dirty, and lazy. we want women to look like girls; hairless, fresh, clean, and new. we’re scared of aging, of growth, of change, and so we shave, and we wax, and we pluck. body hair makes society cringe, and so we put in the work.
In “I thought you said you liked long hair…” I attempt to address the problematic ways in which society views hair. Long hair is the ideal, but only if it’s in the right place. So to the countless men who have told me that they prefer women with long hair, you’re getting what you’ve asked for.
© Patricia Ann Alvarado
I’ve got a history with blonde. My mother, a former model, looks like Rapunzel. When my little sister was born, my mom’s golden-colored hair curled down to her butt. My sister is strawberry blonde, and both of my best friends who I’ve known since kindergarten are blonde. My favorite singer is blonde, my first boyfriend’s girlfriend before me was blonde, and my current boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was blonde. Every girl that my ex-boyfriend hooked up with when he moved away to college seemed to be blonde, and his girlfriend after me was blonde, too. So, blonde and I have this thing.
I was born with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I dye my hair black because I think it looks exciting, and I’ve had pink hair, green hair, blue hair, and purple hair. But the one color I could never pull off was blonde.
I just don’t have the skin for it. I’m half Hispanic, and even though I’m pretty pale, blonde turns my olive-y skin grey. I don’t have the hair for it either. If I dyed my hair blonde, I would have dark roots in two days, and horses would try to chew on the ends.
This is secretly infuriating. I have always wanted to be blonde.
I’m not sure why. If I combine the sublime beauty I see in my mother, with the prepubescent angst I felt in middle school because I was the dark chubby friend and my best friends were the light skinny friends, with the insecurity I felt toward those ex-girlfriends (who always seem to be perfect in our minds), with the cool nose-ring/long skirt/messy blonde hair/college girl combo, I think I get closer to an answer. But I don’t think it’s all there…
It’s a very subtle belief in our society, but blonde is prettier. Let’s be real. I’m not saying it’s true. But it is a stereotype that influences our media. Scandinavian child-models, the blonde-haired blue-eyed all-American girl next door, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel in Tangled (who all had dark-haired, evil women controlling them) it’s there and it’s really, really subtle. Blonde is beautiful, and brunette is sexy. (Or…evil). Voluptuous exotic women; Bettie Paige, Angelina Jolie (who was at one point voluptuous), Megan Fox, their dark hair shrouds them in maturity and mystery.
This isn’t true in the media all the time (there are plenty of women who are blonde and “sexy,” and plenty of delicate brunette girls), but it factors in. It factors in so much that women of color are dyeing their hair lighter to “Westernize” themselves – to match our standard of beauty. (I promise you Beyonce’s hair is not really that blonde.) It’s insulting to me that the media makes women feel they have to have lighter hair to a) Look more American and b) Be more beautiful. And it’s insulting on a very unconscious level. I love my black hair. I think it suits me a whole, whole lot. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking I’ll look lighter and prettier and better if it was blonde.
I think we equate blonde hair with lightness, purity, youth, innocence, and even things like angels and silk. And I think we equate dark hair with mystery, exotic places, maturity, heaviness or sexiness, and mischief. “We” being the unconscious parts of our minds that take in these secret messages constantly. (I’m not even sure where I would put red hair on this spectrum, but I think I would put it somewhere in-between, maybe more toward “exotic.”)
This isn’t what I think of hair at all. I think all types of hair are really awesome and beautiful. Hair itself is a really cool thing no matter its color or texture. But this is what I feel when I dig deep down into my secret impressions of hair color in the media. It bothers me that these impressions affect me, even in the context of my personal “history” with blonde. When it comes down to it, I’ll never have blonde hair. I won’t ever get to look like Laura Marling, or Tavi Gevinson, or the actress who played Fleur Delacour in Harry Potter, or Narcissus (in Greek mythology, the most beautiful person who ever lived) or Aphrodite (the Greek goddess of beauty), I can just bask in their golden-haired glory.
But when I think of how so much of the way you look is up to chance, to genetics, I start to forget why this matters in the first place. When I think of how silly images in the media are, I also start to forget. When I think about how all those beautiful scary blonde girls I know are just people like me, with less melanin in their hair, I forget even more. And when I think about how not one single person is going to like me, who I really am, more if my hair is yellow rather than black, I shrug my shoulders, and walk away from the mirror.
Signal boost. Every dollar helps.Alright, I have a huge favor to ask of everyone.
My cousin, Kira, is 12 years old. She recently came home from school and felt tingling and numbness in her legs. Her mother went to take her to the hospital, but she could not stand up; she was paralyzed. My aunt quickly picked her up and rushed her to the emergency room. Three spinal taps later, they have found out that she has Guillain-Barre syndrome. This is an autoimmune disorder that is attacking her nerves. There is no cure for this at all, and she is going to have to go through physical therapy for the next six months to be able to walk again. Treatment will help, but there is no guarantee she will ever be herself again.
My aunt is a very, very strong woman, but she is also the breadwinner in the house. She cannot work while her daughter is in the hospital, and they recently were nearly homeless. She also has two other children at home. If you can help in any way, please do. They are scared that they are going to lose their home and not be able to pay for Kira’s physical therapy.
Here’s more information on Guillain-Barre Syndrome.
Please reblog this and help them out.
KÖFI
Strasbourg, France
Email: aubersubjekt@gmail.com
Ricky Watson of Littleton, Colorado wipes tears from his eyes after he thanked President Barack Obama for repealing “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” at a campaign rally in Golden, Colorado, September 13. Watson was kicked out of the Air Force 25 years ago for being gay.
Just some practice - straight from my head to paper.
*talent swoon*
