TIME FOR A FAT-POSITIVE GIVEAWAY!
Over the weekend I reached 4500 followers and it feels like a good time to thank you all with a chance to win one of three super special, body-pos prizes. First prize is your very own (signed, if you want!) copy of The Fat Body (In)visible, my short documentary film about fat activism, fatshion, and fat visibility, starring my friends Keena & Jessica. Second prize is a copy of Virgie Tovar’s Hot & Heavy: Fierce Fat Girls on Life, Love and Fashion which features some seriously life-changing essays by some of the most amazing fatties I know (and also my essay, “Who Wears Short Shorts?”). Third prize is your very own bottle of Plump’s Riots Not Diets, the robin’s egg blue polish specially formulated by Plump for this very blog.
All you have to do to enter is reblog this post with all its original text, and three winners will be picked at random on Saturday, June 15th at 12 pm PST. The giveaway is open to international folks, and each reblog counts as one entry (but don’t be spammy, that’s rude!). <3
Good luck to everyone who enters, and thanks to all of you for your continued support and love!
xo,
Margitte
I’m keeping a spreadsheet up to date with all reblogs! This is fun! <3
PLEASE REBLOG THIS! We need this film to happen. Please, watch and spread the word. My daughter and her father’s family are from this reservation. People need to know what really happens on native land.
Whoa. EVERYONE needs to watch this.
Just click the play button, if you have 2 minutes and 33 seconds.
It wont be wasted.
I would like to watch this. Must remember.
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Ahhhh fabooo and thank you!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
London, 1940s, in hi-res color: These photographs were taken using Kodachrome film by Chalmers Butterfield, probably in 1949.
There is no African, myself included, who does not appreciate the help of the wider world, but we do question whether aid is genuine or given in the spirit of affirming one’s cultural superiority. My mood is dampened every time I attend a benefit whose host runs through a litany of African disasters before presenting a (usually) wealthy, white person, who often proceeds to list the things he or she has done for the poor, starving Africans. Every time a well-meaning college student speaks of villagers dancing because they were so grateful for her help, I cringe. Every time a Hollywood director shoots a film about Africa that features a Western protagonist, I shake my head — because Africans, real people though we may be, are used as props in the West’s fantasy of itself. And not only do such depictions tend to ignore the West’s prominent role in creating many of the unfortunate situations on the continent, they also ignore the incredible work Africans have done and continue to do to fix those problems.
