#black women in histroy

[dewitty1]

Did you know this?!?!

from @blackwomenthrive & @melaninboard

Harlem World Magazine says:

About the top picture: A photo of a ukrainian cosplayer by the name of Olya Gussy  who posed in several photographs as Betty Boop in which went viral and has been seen by millions of people on the internet where the photo has been mistaken as Baby Esther and/or Helen Kane. The reason as to why the photoshoot of Oyla was mistaken for Baby Esther was because HelloBeautiful’s Lifestyle Editor Danielle Young posted the photo of the “white” ukrainian cosplayer (the practice of dressing up as a character from a movie, book, or video game) dressed up as Betty Boop and claimed it was Baby Esther without researching the origin of the photograph, which made people believe the photograph was actually “Baby Esther”, and also lead people to believe Betty Boop was of mixed-race heritage/Mulatto.

Baby Esther

The Real Betty Boop!

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Womens history month

-fae

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

You've peaked a special interest of mine as a Woman in STEM. I could go on FOR DAYS about how instrumental women (particularly Black women) were instrumental to the development of modern computer science. Starting with how binary (the code that computers run on) literally comes from knitting.

I'm currently listening to the audio book Hidden Figures about how Black women were instrumental to the Space Race. Also there's a movie based on the book.

-fae

So the other night during D&D, I had the sudden thoughts that:

1) Binary files are 1s and 0s

2) Knitting has knit stitches and purl stitches

You could represent binary data in knitting, as a pattern of knits and purls…

You can knit Doom.

However, after crunching some more numbers:

The compressed Doom installer binary is 2.93 MB. Assuming you are using sock weight yarn, with 7 stitches per inch, results in knitted doom being…

3322 square feet

Factoring it out…302 people, each knitting a relatively reasonable 11 square feet, could knit Doom.

[theuniversemumbles]

I am so able and ready to blow my top off. Male fragility compared to womens anger. Being with a partner who has fully understood the everday racism of being black, just because of his skin color. He's been more than a bystander, hes been an advocate. He stood up for all and shown so much light in the most beautiful way for his ancestory. I struggle with his lack of understanding that women have gone through some type of unfair struggle. I feel like he knows black history, but he's never studied womens histroy. It pains me in more ways that a man, a black man, can still skirt through these times understanding oppersion, in more ways than just the definition, and over look their female partners. Womens slavery is still alive today. I've had to beg my partner to clean the toilet in our home, to vacuum, clean the sheets. More than that. Our home, we both take part of, I've had to ask to the point of me asking in a way thats not pleaseant. And now I'm the angry one. Now I'm the one the one thats acting out of pleasant character. My blow ups are the problem. Not the one million times I've asked for something. Now my anger behavior is the reason we have issues. I've developed a anger management problem. I'm mad because he doesn't understand the difference in life, our difference in journeys. I'm younger than him, in less debt, and have been living on my complete own. He failed out of college when his mom was willing to pay for it. I dont think he will ever understand how much I wanted that when I was a teenager, just to have a parent that would do that. And he failed out. Then he had to do it on his own and now hes in debt. Working a job that I make more an hour (not full time). But like damn. It pains me to think of where I would have been now with a degree. I would have never slept a second. All I've ever wanted is to be successful. Ive always said if I could go back and re-do anything in my life, it would have always been, and still to this day, will always be to put my brother in a better position. I AM ANGRY. THAT MY PARTNER DOES NOT LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US. OUR UPBRINGINGS. I feel like he thinks his dad being not a good dad is relatable to my dad raping my brother and I. Both my parents being drug addicts. Me only having my brother and my mom, compared to his 20+ family members as the same. It makes me mad. It makes me mad that he can sit at home all day at his remote job, in between playing video games, and still expect me to do the deep cleaning and cooking of our home. I AM ANGRY. At the society dillilusion for the past 7 years of my being white passing, even though I've had to grow up through my linages cumbersome challenges that ended up with my family having no food in the home. I am angry that I'm not allowed to be angry. I'm angry that I've built this life up with food in the kitchen, furniture to sit on, a place unashamed to have people over and my partner sees this as a normal. This is not normal to me. This is a palace. That I've built through grease and grime. I am angry beacuse of the difference of him and I. He will never understand what it means to truly live without food. He will never understand what life is without a backup plan. He and I are different. And I am angry because I get shit all the time about not being black enough, but I have to live through the poverty of my father not being white enough.

[immigrantslenz]

Some time ago this year someone asked me, where are women placed in our family systems and societies? I told her women rule our societies and are heads of our homes. My answer was based on some historical Akan myths about women, the position of women in traditional governance, and the role of women in our contemporary economic development. For the Asantes, the Queen mother takes the final decision on an issue. Although the heir to the Asante throne is known even before the sitting king dies, the Queen mother's blessings is still sought before enthronement. In the contemporary economic development, it is said that the informal sector forms majority of Ghana's economic foundation. Arguably, women make majority of the informal sector. Women form majority business/stall owners at Makola, Kumasi Central Market, Nana Bosoma Market in Sunyani, Sunyani Magazine, Suame Magazine, + the hawkers on the streets, in the commercial transport stations. They pay taxes and create employment for others, that's how they the contributing to Ghana's GDP. They are the real MVPs. My favorite quote about black women is @lupefiasco's "Black Mothers, beautiful black anchors" . NB: I am not a feminist. Lol! . 📷: Nana Osei - 2017 . . #Accra #Ghana #Africa #women #asantes #histroy #economy #makola #markets #business #informalsector #family #society #blackmothers #lupefiasco #streetstyle #streetphotography #everydayafrica #accrawedey (at Accra, Ghana)

[lovesexrelationships]

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[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Happy belated Harriet Tubman day! My favorite badass!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMehWejKx/

-fae

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

-fae

Did you know this?!?!

from @blackwomenthrive & @melaninboard

Harlem World Magazine says:

About the top picture: A photo of a ukrainian cosplayer by the name of Olya Gussy  who posed in several photographs as Betty Boop in which went viral and has been seen by millions of people on the internet where the photo has been mistaken as Baby Esther and/or Helen Kane. The reason as to why the photoshoot of Oyla was mistaken for Baby Esther was because HelloBeautiful’s Lifestyle Editor Danielle Young posted the photo of the “white” ukrainian cosplayer (the practice of dressing up as a character from a movie, book, or video game) dressed up as Betty Boop and claimed it was Baby Esther without researching the origin of the photograph, which made people believe the photograph was actually “Baby Esther”, and also lead people to believe Betty Boop was of mixed-race heritage/Mulatto.

Baby Esther

The Real Betty Boop!