#(last part unparaphrased)

[aratinatophat]

My goal in life is to be so annoying with my friends I make people turn off their Roblox chat

[thisismisogynoir]

Black men and boys, especially dark skinned ones, get more representation than girls. Like when there's a main black boy characters but no black girl but if they're are they're stereotypes. Like in stranger things, Luca was written way better than Erica who was just the sassy black girl stereotype. And you notice the trend of the main black character being ship with a white or non black women love interest

I KNOW RIGHT?!

That's a thing I've been talking about, too, yeah, how Black men are allowed to be darker skinned than Black women are, while Black women still have to maintain a fairish complexion. It's like men can be dark chocolate, while women have to be buttery cocoa or caramel.

That sounds weird.

Also, your last point is very good and reminds me of how I used to read this book called "Midnight: A Gangster Love Story" which is about a Sudanese Muslim teenage boy named Midnight who is way more mature and skilled than his age would suggest, and the difficulties he and his mother and sister face while living in America as immigrants. And sweet baby Jesus, that book is fucking RIPE with misogynoir. Particularly against African-American women, though it really hates African-Americans on a whole.

It's bad enough that in the beginning Midnight's father teaches him that "women are one hundred percent emotion"(actual unparaphrased quote from the cursed book), which makes him sound like he was possessed by Gen Urobuchi, but every Black woman(and most of the women are Black) are portrayed as cheap bitches and hoes to use and fuck. And as bought-and-sold commodities for men who use and exploit as they see fit, without the concern for the women's own thoughts and feelings.

One girl is repeatedly raped by her uncle(and likely conditioned into accepting it) and Midnight the ass only blames her, saying she wanted it for being sexy. This girl also gives Midnight the right to nickname her whatever he wants, and all the nicknames he comes up with in his head are incredibly misogynistic and objectifying. He eventually settles on "Bangs", and thus she is referred to as that for the rest of the book. We never find out her real name. And the fact that she just parades herself in front of the male gaze like that is just...sickening and wholly unrealistic. It's like the writer thinks women WANT to be seen as sex objects by men.

Even the women he doesn't objectify, like his family, he feels the need to have some strange kind of control over. But the worst part is that since Black women are too busy being classless sluts in that book, he ends up getting with an Asian girl. A meek, quiet, sexy, fashionable, demurely feminine, and submissive Asian girl. One who doesn't even speak a word of English but manages to win his heart by saying "aishteru". So not only are Black women stereotyped, but Asian women are as well by being portrayed as submissive and readily sexually available lotus blossoms.

And they end up getting married while STILL TEENAGERS!!!! Seriously, what the fuck? Like, yeah, I know people can find love in their teenage years, but to still get married when you're that young and have your whole life ahead of you? And the sex scene was totally inappropriate, creepy, and fetishizing of Asian women. I won't say what happened because it is too disgusting, especially since they are both still teens. And then he whisks her away back to Sudan where his father instructs him to "lead" her as a husband ought to lead his wife. Those unruly Black women are too dominant and loud to be properly held down by a man, so better get a submissive Asian waifu by your side instead?

That book was a perfect example of other races of women being portrayed as more suitable love interests to Black men than Black women are themselves. And to top it off it's written by a Black woman named Sister Souljah. Someone even asked on Goodreads if she hates Black women, as well as herself. It's not that I inherently DISLIKE interracial couples(I have a particular soft spot for BWAM, especially due to The Sun is Also a Star and Brandy's Cinderella.), but please, don't through Black women under the bus like that.

Tyrell and Bronxwood did it, too. The Black women there aren't so bad, but Novisha and the girl in the sequel turn out to be unsuitable partners for Tyrell, and so he gets with Jasmine, who is Latina. Not only that, but she's sexualized and a typical "Spicy Latina" character. This trope manage to demean women and place them on a Madonna/Whore pedestal no matter what race they are and no matter what role they play.

I wish it would just DIE.

[interestingtomecomments]

Read poetry because of the times you have stopped to look at rain fall through the light of a street lamp and wished you knew the words that made it what it was. Read poetry because you are lonely and full of wild abandon. Read poetry so when you are no longer lonely and are wrapping your arms and legs around your beloved your beloved will tell you I have never known arms and legs to have such wild abandon. Read poetry so a part of you stays in what you see, so what you see stays with you. Read poetry because the world and our emotions and our ideas are always more complicated than we want them to be. Read poetry because the lady next to you in the cafe won’t stop humming tunelessly to herself and you need to find a way to know her loneliness. Read poetry so you can hate National Poetry Month knowledgeably on social media. Read poetry so you can increase your chances of watching your favorite sport with Seth Landman and the ghost of Herman Melville. Read poetry because the night is long and people die and both of these truths are unfair and hurt us over and over without relenting. Read poetry because the unnamed heaviness in you is the weight of the ancient nameless dead longing to be remembered. Remember them. Read poetry because language is a virus from outer space that is ever evolving and every poem has the chance of living forever. Read poetry and get excited about formal constraints in poetry because, c’mon, who doesn’t like to be tied down from time to time? Read poetry instead of looking at her profile picture so often that when you open the Facebook your browser opens her page automatically; read poetry so that every her in every poem becomes her. Read poetry because you know that waiting makes whatever you are waiting for even better when it comes. Read poetry because you are already wicked smart and poetry is the only thing that really stumps you, because when you see a manticore you trust your instinct and run like hell instead of asking if Mr. Manticore would like a bite of your tuna fish sandwich (show us them Mineola Prep track star legs). Read poetry because manticores are real, and so are all the gods, and gnomes, and so is faery, and so are all of your feelings. Read poetry because no one has ever loved or been hurt by love as much as you. Of course you feel this way, poetry understands. Read poetry because of the vestiges of a world you once knew often invade your day and the houses and avenues of the past are, alas, prisoners of the years. Read poetry so you can steal lines from Proust and this line from Barbara Guest: Poetry is the true fiction. Read poetry so you never have to talk about MEANING ever again because poetry is unparaphraseable, man. Read poetry because the political and environmental realities make you weep and poetry can help. Poetry can help. Read poetry because it offers no answers, no advice, no cures, just understanding and love and timing. Read poetry because the world is more than the facts of the world. Read poetry because you don’t have enough mystery in your life and you want to become even more mysterious (re: attractive) than you are already are. Read poetry because you have poems in you that need to be written. Read poetry because birds, honeysuckle, lit windows, new shoes, walking outside, donuts, lipstick, fresh peaches, cocktails, kisses in the rain produce in you a feeling that you never want to lose, but you will, and the only thing you can do is pay better attention when the feeling comes again. And here it comes. And there it goes. Was it as rich as it could be? Life is so short, my friends. But poetry makes it last a bit longer. It does. It is true. Listen

- I haven't the foggiest