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    Robin Williams (1951-2014)

    I am filled with great sadness at Robin Williams’ passing. I grew up watching his movies, and considered him one of those rare actors endowed with the magical quality of being able to effortlessly elicit laughter and tears (often at the same time) from any audience. He had so much vigor, energy and life, that when he thundered “Carpe diem, boys! Seize the day! Suck the marrow out of life” in Dead Poets Society, you believe that he meant it. He was an actor so generous that he gave so much joy to audiences yet kept none for himself. I wish that he could have found the same comfort and happiness that his films have given so many of us. Thank you for all your wonderful and inspiring work, Mr. Williams. And I hope you find peace, O Captain, my Captain.

    (via moonandtrees)

    The Origins of “Privilege”.

    newyorker:

    An interview with the woman who popularized the term “white privilege”:

    Other people had been writing about privilege before you—why did your paper attract so much attention?

    I think it was because nobody else was writing so personally, and giving such clear examples, drawn from personal…

    (Source: newyorker.com)

    “ when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
    she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
    when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
    he probably just thinks you’re cute’
    but the thing is,
    when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
    you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
    and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
    because no one ever taught her the difference
    ‘boys will be boys’
    turns into
    ‘that’s how he shows his love’
    and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
    she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
    the one adult she tells scolds her
    ‘you know he loses his temper easily
    why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
    so she shrinks
    folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
    by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
    be quiet, be soft, be easy
    don’t give him a reason
    but for all her efforts, he still finds one
    ‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
    ‘boys will be boys
    he doesn’t mean it
    he can’t help it’
    she’s 7 years old on the playground again
    with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
    because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
    that’s just how he shows he cares
    she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
    in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
    like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
    she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
    she touches the bruise the next day
    boys will be boys
    aggression, affection, violence, love
    how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
    she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
    one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
    boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
    when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
    he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
    doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
    it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
    so I guess what I’m trying to say is
    i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
    baby they exist in difference universes
    my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
    don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
    don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
    if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
    baby love won’t hurt when it comes
    you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
    and
    the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
    is to hold yours ”

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    Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

    (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

    (Source: madgirlf, via kvtes)

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