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Richa enters the record books as Indian women clinch the T20I series against West Indies

Richa Ghosh joined Australia’s Litchfield and Kiwi Devine in scoring the fastest fifty in women’s T20I. | Photo Credit: PTI Richa Ghosh loves to finish games, no matter where she bats. Challenging situations bring out the best in her. Things were no different at the DY Patil Stadium on Thursday. Batting at No. 5, she toyed with the West Indies bowlers and went on to join Australia’s Phoebe…

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La levée de rideau sur le plateau de Dakar by Elladj Lincy Deloumeaux

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Life Dump🤎

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Day 1 of @finweanladiesweek

Part 26 of toi's indigenous tolkien series

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1: a north African woman wearing a headscarf. The background is grey weaving. Text = MIRIEL who was called Serindë, because of her surpassing skill in weaving and needlework; for her hands were more skilled to fineness than any hands even among the Noldor

2: a east African woman wearing gold. Background has the ruffles of a dancers dress. Text = INDIS laboured not with her hands, but sang and made music, and there was ever light and mirth about her while the bliss of Aman endured.]

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New Music

Stick of Gum by Palestinian/Canadian Artist: Nemahsis

She was dropped by her label earlier this year due to controversy and basically because she's a Palestinian/Muslim woman and sings about that boldly and proudly. I have been so impressed and blown away by the innovation and pure creative energy behind her self promotion. She traveled to her hometown of Jericho, Palestine (in the West Bank) to film this video a few weeks ago. I love this song. I love her as an artist. I think she is a pure, real and true inspiration. I love that she never takes off her hijab and is always 100% authentically herself. Tap in y'all!

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Guillermo Collazo (Cuban-born Spanish, 1850-1896) A orillas del lago, 19th century Colonial art, Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes de Cuba Collazo was born into an established colonial family in Cuba. He went to live in New York for a while, where he found work in the studios of Napoleon Sarony, saving enough money to open his own art studio and enjoying great success as a portrait painter. In 1883 he returned to Cuba, opening a studio in Havana, and five years later he decided to go to Paris, where he opened a large studio which became a meeting point for the Cuban exile community. He died in Paris, and in 1899, his family brought his remains back to Cuba.  

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there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

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Hindus display their devotion to Lord Hanuman at a temple for the Hindu deity in Trinidad.

Steve Raymer

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A West Indian Flower Girl

Artist: Agostino Brunias (Italian, 1728 - 1796)

Date: circa 1769

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Yale Center For British Art, New Haven, Connecticut

Culture: West Indies for British Market

Description

Agostino Brunias’ West Indian paintings offer sanitized images of slavery, but the textiles worn by his subjects are rendered in fine detail and correspond with many firsthand European accounts. Well-to-do whites and free persons of color had access to the latest European modes, setting them apart from the enslaved. Yet, even among enslaved persons there existed a social hierarchy articulated, in no small part, by clothing. In the background of the scene of the three women, a laboring man pushing a barrel wears nothing but breeches while a boy seated in the foreground is dressed in a complete outfit, suggesting he works in the main house rather than the fields.

A distinctive Creole style developed in the region as European fashions were integrated with African modes such as the head wrap, worn by nearly all women regardless of race or social status. Weekly markets throughout the Caribbean were dynamic sites of economic and social exchange where colorful textiles could be acquired and enslaved persons could participate as both buyers and sellers in global trade networks.

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As a West Indian, this is beyond embarrassing and an utter disgrace. They were gracious enough to leave out the part where some of the players were wearing parts of men’s kits because all of their kits didn’t arrive. Like I’ve said, women athletes and teams endure things at fundamental levels of sport that you’d never see at any professional level in the men’s game. Imagine the French men showing up to the recent Men’s World Cup with some of them wearing women’s kits because all of their kits didn’t arrive. “Sorry Kylian, we lost your shorts, maybe you can borrow Le Sommer’s.” 😡

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