#Best ethnic

[cairoloves]

Shehnaz Threading & Beauty Salon in NERANG - Best ETHNIC PLACES of the Gold Coast

Join us as we visit the best ethnic places around Australia. Today we check out Shehnaz Threading in Nerang.

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[jewreallythinkthat]

This shouldn't be a hot take but if I replace the word "zionist" with "Jew" in you post, and it now looks like an excerpt from Mein Kampf, I don't think you can call yourself left wing anymore.

[miraculouslumination]

The audacity to be like "there's a problem with racism in transandrophobia discussions" while also unironically using the term "transandrophobia truther(s)"

[theasexual-jackson]

Nothing gets out of my head that that bullshit in shiftok about changing your race in another dr being problematic was just a defense mechanism against the rcta.

[squidgirlautism]

scrolling through blogs on here like are you a misinformed wacko or lying about being jewish

[highfantasy-soul]

maybe I'm just projecting my own stuff onto The Acolyte, but it's kinda frustrating seeing people take Qimir's "I don't wanna follow the jedi's rules" and see that his interpretation is "I can do whatever I want even if it hurts people" and stop there. Safe and comfortable in their bubble of "so that means anyone against the jedi are like him and the jedi, once again, are prefect and above reproach!"

Qimir is the person who chafes against the Jedi's rules that we see - because those without power or strength have already been crushed underfoot.

It's similar to the whole idea of "Why are all the gays so angry and mean? Because you killed all the nice ones, so us angry mean ones are all that's left"

Just because what Qimir is doing is wrong, doesn't make what the Jedi do right. There's nuance here. There's ethnic cleansing here. There's re-education and generational trauma here.

We NEVER see the witches do anything remotely evil. Yet the Jedi chased them out of the galaxy and forbade them from teaching their culture to children. Do you know what that's called? Ethnic cleansing. It happened to indigenous children all over the world, and you can see it specifically in boarding schools for native american children. Tribal cultures were squashed - their children stolen and re-educated to fit the white standard and forbidden from speaking their native language, wearing their hair in their indigenous ways, and worshiping they way they had for generations. (Notable here is the fact that due to WHITE people's over-hunting of bison and whales, indigenous people were legally barred from hunting them as well - something that was very integral to their practices. White people caused the problem and indigenous people's cultures suffered all the while white people get to act all holy and 'eco-friendly' about it)

To place your culture above that of others and force everyone else to either adhere to your ways or do their thing quietly in the dark where no one can see them - and no children can exist - is BAD. The point is to remove a culture from existence as no new members can be taught traditional ways. That is a part of ethnic cleansing. (Stealing indigenous babies from their families and placing them with white, christian families where they'll never see people from their birth culture again is a whole ass thing)

This also causes a lot of generational harm where those who have been 're-educated' from a culture sometimes look down on their native family and see them as 'less civilized, savage, backward, and less-than' the white culture they were indoctrinated in as children. That's the point of getting children so young - they're malleable and raise them with enough propaganda, and you can get them to look their own family in the face and denounce them.

Many will not have the power to fight back, so they'll have to abide by the new rules and everyone will say "see? they're still alive! That means we're not oppressive!" But others will speak truth to power and try to stand in defiance of those rules - many peacefully, just by embracing their native traditions. Did the witches attack the Jedi? No. They removed themselves from the Republic sphere of influence and bore children. Yet the Jedi still came and told them they weren't allowed and forced them to 'present' their children for Jedi judgment.

Does that mean every aspect of a culture that's not the majority is automatically going to be good? No. But NO culture is 100% good. Why do the Jedi get to work towards being better while no one else gets that opportunity? Why are minority cultures held to an impossible standard of perfection while the majority gets to skate by training child soldiers, stealing toddlers, and enforcing their religion on the whole galaxy?

When you push other cultures down, the ones who rise up in violent opposition aren't going to be nice about it. But note how even though Qimir's actions are awful, he only ever has killed enemy combatants. The Jedi are soldiers, cops, invaders. They are able to perform state-sanctioned violence against anyone they choose (not sure if it was intentional, but look how they treated those arrested for crimes in episode 1 - none of those people had gotten trials yet, none had been proven guilty, but they were treated as guilty without a second thought).

We understand Frank Castle's motivations even if we don't condone them - because he's fighting back against incredible systems of power that hurt people and he doesn't see another way to hold them accountable. To me, Qimir (and Mae and the witches) fall closer to that category than Vader or Palpatine.

Look at how quick people were to scream that the witches were brainwashing Osha, yet ignore how the Jedi do practically the same. Now imagine if the witches went around to children only 4 years old throughout the galaxy and tried to get them to come join the coven - never to see their families again. It'd be horrifying. Yet the Jedi do the same, but because it's the 'majority', it's 'the norm', we assume it must be right because "Hey, the Jedi are the good guys!"

Idk, I think the Acolyte is doing a wonderful job of 'not taking sides' and just presenting each side's arguments without judgment rather than saying 'so they're right and you should side with them'. To me, NO side is 'right', they're all just people and the situations are messy. Qimir might be wrong, but so are the jedi - just because Qimir is wrong, doesn't mean that the jedi are automatically right and above reproach.

There are others suffering under jedi rule that have long been snuffed out or subjugated so fully that it will take the rise of the empire in order for them to have the space to stand up again. And I think dismissing those people because 'Qimir is worse' is a disservice to the message and discussions the acolyte is trying to promote.

[elegyofthemoon]

I'm getting the feeling that I'll be seeing a lot of Zionists' comments on my posts unfortunately, but I'll inform everyone about them if you want to block and move on

This was off my strike posts earlier

If you missed the last one I had posted

Let's not forget that Israel refused HAMAS's deal to release hostages, by the way.

And just the other day, I found out that Israel's always had a plan for ethnic cleansing and recommend everyone to look into what's known as Plan Dalet created back in 1948.

Peace was never in Israel's plans -- genocide was.

Reminder: Bisan has called for marches for Ceasefire between today to the 20th, and there is an ongoing strike that started today extending to the 25th.

[lesvianism]

looking at some fanart of clem like “who’s goddamn white baby is this???”

[elvisqueso]

I am on some bullshit right now, bruh

[news4dzhozhar]

“The Worst of What Humanity Is Capable Of”: Pediatrician on What She Saw in Gaza

You can watch/listen to her full, disturbing interview at the link above.

[thenixkat]

The mangaka not being able to consistently color the not-pale characters in the series, doing the thing where folks who don't know how to color brown skin making folks grey/ashy, putting pink blush/flushed bits on characters dark enough that their skin straight up wouldn't do that if they were flushed, etc does actively track with how blegh Ambiguously Brown (TM) the actual characters' designs are

[fluffypotatey]

SHOUT OUT TO RIO MORALES FOR REMINDING HER SON ABOUT HIS WORTH RIGHT BEFORE MIGUEL ATTEMPTED TO RIP IT FROM HIM

I KNOW MILES HAD HER WORDS RUNNING THROUGH HIM WHEN ALL THAT SHIT WENT DOWN

[sofiiel]

𝐂𝐡.𝟏: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

CW: Fluff. Mentions of loss. Mentions of deceased family. | Word Count: 1,570

It's a chilly spring afternoon, the sun reaching its amber rays out to break the chill. The old tire swing under Poppy the giant oak tree creaked as it swayed in the breeze.

You inhale the sweet fragrant honeysuckle as you make your way through your front lawn. Towing a little rainbow-painted wagon behind you, you trudge up the mild slope, circled by wagging tails.

"I'm back Skip, Kip. Sorry I don't have treats today ladies," You greet your two collies as they eye the colorful wagon.

Walking towards that old house somehow never lost its magic. As your grandmother used to say:

"Like a giant plucked it from a fairy tale, and it tumbled out his pockets, right here in Hawkins."

A small smile graced your face even as sadness filled your eyes.

"I miss you." You murmured, the loss still fresh.

The barking of your dogs faded into the distance.

Henry the ornery rooster doodled from somewhere on your property.

Leaving the wagon at the base of the steps, you enter your cottage, it is unusually quiet. Bea wasn't playing the piano, which only meant one thing,

"She's gone off into the fields again." You sighed.

It wasn't a bad thing, Bea's adventures into the Sunflower fields and the grass pastures with her sketchbook was better than her hiding under her bed.

"I just wish she'd remember to take one of the dogs." You murmur.

After all, it was well known that Hawkins could be an odd and scary place for children.

Without your little helper, you were left alone to bring the groceries and art supplies inside.

Eddie stepped out the back of his van his hair tousled and one sock missing. With a wide yawn that made his jack pop and eyes water, he stretched his arms up to the sky.

He rubbed his chest groggily as he took in his surroundings.

"This old place works perfectly." He muttered to himself.

"Easy to find but not really looked for." He thought.

Nancy wouldn't have any trouble locating him here and the police would never expect he was so close.

Eddie gazed out at the rows of sunflowers, "I hope Wheeler is right about all this." he thought.

The idea of no longer having to wander like a migratory bird after so many years seemed unfathomable. However, it was closer than it felt.

It would be a few hours before anyone would come by to talk to him., "And there is no way I'm setting foot in town." He thought.

Eddie's stomach growled, last night's gas station burritos had already burned away.

His eyes wandered to the tilted wooden fence in the distance. If he remembered right, there was a garden just a short walk past it.

Getting back into his van, Eddie buckled up and navigated across the grassy terrain, through the collapsed section of fence.

Unbeknownst to him, in the distance a small figure popped her head out of the sunflower stalks.

The colorful plastic barrettes at the end of Bea's braids clanked together as she looked around. Her curious eyes slowly take in the surrounding area.

She could have sworn she'd heard a car.

Though nothing was there, and not a sound echoed besides the rustle of trees and the saying of the flowers. Rushing back to her sketchbook nestled on the ground, Bea picked it up and hurried back home.

"Titi should be back by now." Bea thought, sprinting through the fields, taking the shortcut back home.

Kip barked happily as the screen door opened and shut. As the gentle gust of wind entered, so too did the smell of sunflowers.

"Titi, I'm back!" Bea's voice echoed through the home.

You stopped rolling the dough before you and stood up tall, already regretting the snap decision to make homemade pie.

"In the kitchen Bea!" You called out.

You could hear little feat bounding towards you.

Bea came to a halt, her eyes smiling even when her mouth did not as they landed on the wide flat circle on the counter.

"Is that?" she asked hopefully.

You gave a nod, "Strawberry pie. But you'll need to go pick them. It's already late in the after noon-"

Before you could finish Bea slapped her sketchbook on the table and flew out the kitchen door.

Left wide-eyed, you watched her bound across the yard, her figure getting smaller the farther she ran. A laugh bubbled from your throat as she vanished through the fruit tree hedge line.

"I've never known anyone who likes Strawberry pie as much as you do." You muttered with Bea in mind.

Now you had little choice but to follow through with baking.

You dust the dough with flower one more time and give it one last press with the rolling pin before tucking it into the pie pan.

The radio buzzed softly, it was nearly impossible to get good reception out here. Bits of music snuck in between the static often enough to make it bearable.

You hum along to what you can hear, the broadcast comes to an end and the crackling words of the radio host announce,

"It's the tenth anniversary of the great 86' Quake, taking calls from those who remember, right after this song. Got some Danger Zone for you-"

You sighed and tuned the radio out, shutting out the pang of guilt bubbling up in your stomach.

Right on time, the kitchen door flung open. Bea stood huffing and puffing with a bucket full of strawberries, but she didn't seem happy.

"What's wrong?" You questioned, taking in her frown.

"The bushes weren't very full..." Bea sulked.

"But you brought back plenty." you reasoned.

Bea shook her head, "I like extra stuffed Strawberry pie." she murmured.

Those berry bushes had been around for five generations. You face twisted in mild dismay the more you thought about it, "It is odd that this is all they had." you thought.

From bushes that usually filled two metal washbasins to overflowing, this was odd.

"The branches were a bit broken too," said Bea.

She set the bucket on the sink and took up her step stool to wash the berries.

"Broken branches?" You asked.

Bea nodded, "Yeah, like a bear wanted a snack." she said.

"We don't have bears out here Bea." You chuckle.

"We could!" Bea protested, "I bet it's a friendly bear, we can leave it snacks so it won't tear up the bushes."

"Bea, you shouldn't feed wild animals." You reasoned.

"He's eating the berries anyway." she shrugged.

You sighed, maybe Bea had read too many of your old fairytale books.

"We could name it-" Bea lulled her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Don't-"

"Beary" Bea giggled.

You sighed, "Oh god, you got Grandma's bad joke disease."

Bea however giggled with pride, "GeeGee had good jokes!" she cheered.

"No they were awful, and I am afraid, there is no cure." You teased.

"I would not want a cure! If there was one, I'd go and sit by her grave until I caught it again." Bea stated proudly.

You paused and smiled, looking over your shoulder to find a rare grin on your niece's face.

"Let her have those awful jokes. Today seems to be a very good day." you think.

Eddie with his van parked under the shade of a tree, sat in the back of his van, nestled within piles of blankets. Laying on his back his hair hung down the bumper as he watched the light freckle through the leaves.

He loved this place, there was something about the air out here. A part of home that didn't cause the past to prickle at him.

Eddie tossed a small strawberry in the air and caught it in his mouth.

They still tasted the same, "Like the ones old lady Anita used to sell." Eddie murmured. He could see the old woman's face, she'd used to give Wayne a small basket of them for free as payment for fixing things at the old cottage.

Eddie wiggled his feet, remembering a few times he'd helped out in his uncle's place.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened to Anita's three grandkids.

Eddie chuckled as he remembered the summer he'd caught the oldest and middle having a water fight with buckets in the summer of '84.

Eddie's memory took him back further, to a time when he was much smaller and his hair was little more than a curly puff on the top of his head.

Running around the Sunflower fields with his friends, pretending to leave gifts for the sunflower fairy, in return for those very same strawberries.

Some days, he still regretted never going to say hello.

Eddie popped another strawberry in his mouth. The place was overgrown now with large lush trees and bushes. He hadn't lingered on the property long, just enough to grab some berries.

He'd heard about Anita's death through letters with Jeff.

Eddie frowned and sighed, "Wonder who's taking care of the old place now?" he pondered.

At least the outskirts of the property served as a quiet place to law low and ride out his time.

"Wheeler better be right this time." Eddie murmured.

"I'm sick of hiding." He sighed.

Still, his feet wiggled as he shoved a handful of strawberries into his mouth. Camping out in his van wouldn't be so terrible if he had an endless supply of these.

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

[meirimerens]

god thank you for your response to that person I'm so tired of seeing takes that are like "the kin/the town are a 1:1 representation of the buryats" cuz... they're not... and honestly trying to hammer that point down comes off as quite insulting to the real and actual people they're supposedly represent.

the kin differs from the buryats by their economical system, faith and even medicine methods. the closest thing is the language cuz surprise, unless you're tolkien, coming up with a whole fictional language is hard

well, thank you, i'll guess. i'm not trying to start beef with nobody so everybody behave otherwise daddy's gonna get rude.

i also truly fully whole-heartedly believe the replier has no ill-intention, and probably has great love for the Kin (hence why they entered the discussion). it is also from great love for the Kin that i made the original post, AND from great love that i made my reply to the reply, which i felt ignored some issues that have for years been brought up + decided to seek the opinions of others who have more #knowledge than me.

wrt the kin i'm trying to like, be as... wide in my scope of it as i can and understand that yes, imaginary, bunch of shit not real, but also, very much real inspirations, and in these blurred lines of inspirations/imagination lies..... won't lie some racist biases, and perhaps what we could call intellectual colonialism: taking bits and pieces of real-life cultures for your Storey, while maybe not...... handling it.... the best........ again, i'm not like. The Best Person For The Job because. my sibling on this green earth i'm franco-french. but i try my best to read and listen what is said about the Kin by people for who their (mis)treatment matters most, and most of what i'm reading is. like Not Praise. ykwim..... i have no way of knowing if you, personally, are buryat or mongol or [...] & it's none my business, so i don't know how much of a horse you got in this race, but i'm trying to like. see things. a topic that demands careful examination and multiple perspectives? in the Multiple Perspectives video games? that's crazy.

there's also to me [as a storytellah] the fact that if patho wanted to fully represent all the peoples it is inspired by 1) it would be even more of a hodgepodge, and somewhat even more disrespectful, because the buryat and the mongols, while both Mongolic, are... not the same... they have different names for gods, places, different cosmogonies, [...]. the fact is, patho has multiple inspirations, and like. they're not... interchangeable... because central asian cultures are not interchangeable...... not monolithic......... and 2) it would make it so they can't go as quirky with the story as they did. the religion, the practices, the cosmogonies are invented (if inspired), and are not 1:1 to actual cultures. making it 1:1 to actual cultures would be disrespectful because you'd just... shove a new, fake religion upon these actually-existing peoples. or, you would have to write within the religious traditions of these peoples, which make it so. well. no living beating heart under the town, no albinos, no herb brides, no worms. you can make documentary-like games (i'd argue you should), but i think another thing that can/should be done is games by indigenous people about indigenous people and myths/stories, in the vein of "Never Alone (Kisima Ingitchuna)", by Iñupiat people, with an Iñupiaq main character, about Iñupiat stories/myths. we've discussed it in the big guy but lead writer D., being 1/16 Chinese, perhapssss doesn't really have the same relationship to the Central Asian cultures the Kin is inspired by as someone who is Buryat, or white/Buryat (like artemy), would have.

but at this core, i don't think patho wants to full represent the people it's inspired by. it's a story. it's interested in making a story. to me it appears it's interested in making associations and parallels, maybe even homages?, but never actual direct correlations or representation (which itself can be another discussion. the kin is obviously central asian, from central-asian inspirations: how much of it can be seen as representation? how much of it as appropriation?) it makes up fake people for its fake town dealing with its fake illness. all of those have foundations, have obvious, legible roots, but they're not the same, and i'd argue it's... more disrespectful pretending the kin is 100% [ethnicity] (because. uh. [70 pages document about the mistreatment of the Kin])

(i also think this... """blurred line"""... allows for a... in-game and out-of-game [esp. fandom] a certain like. distance. or maybe suspension of disbelief. about the racism. like "oh, they're not a real culture, therefore i'm not showing Actually Racist(tm) biases when i depict members of the Kin as engaging in ritualistic sexual abuse, as being sexually violating or violent,..., because they're Not Real, so it's okay" which is. methinks somewhat braindead take. seen with my two eyes against my will to be fair)

tldr

An Imaginary People that's Not Real while taking from obvious inspirations because that's what you do when you write a story; you make shit up, especially if you plan on getting quirky wit it in ways no Actual Culture is because you're putting. Worms and the living beating Heart under the town and a Tower that defies the laws of physics (fake and gay?) and nobody.. has those. + it'd be way weirder if those women you're killing and making sexualize themselves were meant to be Real Ethnicity. i'd argue that'd be worse. so yeah. imagined. HOWEVERRRRRR[1][2][3][4][5]

[queerbauten]

I love how half this website felt it necessary to cancel Kyle Gordon—a Jewish comedian—for a character (based on Gordon and his brother themselves) they considered ableist, which then escalated to a ridiculous rap sheet that culminated in accusations of antisemitism...

... but when this site's multimillionaire faves actively throw their weight behind an apartheid state (in addition to a long list of things like broader racism, transmisogyny, biphobia, and abuse apologia), suddenly, it's complicated. it's nuanced. it's... whatever you need to sleep at night.

[fruitsofhell]

Random observation while listening to the FF9 OST. The track Eternal Harvest that plays over that scene of Freya joining the Cleyrans in their protection ritual is absolutely gorgeous, but I wish my memory of it wasn’t that awkwardly mocap-ed scene and was a cinematic instead. It had the potential to be a lot more powerful if given the weightiness of a cinematic, and ofc is Freya had been more fleshed out instead of having her arc come to a dead stop in the middle of the 3rd disc.

Freya and Garnet are both great conduits to explore the devastation that Kuja left in his wake on a personal level. But while Garnet is through the eyes of a young woman struggling as a leader against such incredible odds, Freya had the potential to be a great exploration of the more personal and cultural aspect of that destruction. Her people are already appeared to be a somewhat disliked minority, which is what made them an easy first target for Brahne compared to her in-laws in Lindblum. And unlike Alexandria and Lindblum where despite their state, it’s implied that the kingdoms are still fit to rebuild, the Burmecians are really fucked over. Their country was the first to be attacked and therefore didn’t have time to prepare, and then the other Burmecian state of Cleyra where most of the refugees fled to was DISINTEGRATED.

Like Freya might be the character with the most baggage to explore. After witnessing the ruins of Burmecia she comes to this ancient bastion of her people, and despite not fully respecting their distinct way of life, she partakes in their ritual, hoping it will be able to protect the last of them. And then not even an hour later, right from under her that citadel is literally wiped off the face of the earth. It’s haunting to think about, and I deeply wish it could have been explored beyond just a bit of her grieving before launching into more shenanigans.

Not that her being forced to so quickly move on isn’t powerful in itself, but I wish there was more EMPHASIS. Emphasis that could have come from a beautifully directed cinematic of that ritual she performed in vain. Able to visually represent that fragile, majestic hope the track accompanying it conveys.