From that last post, I tried hard to rack my brain for images from entertainment media of black nerds/geeks, and this is the list I compiled.
A nerd is an extremely intelligent person who isn’t the best in social situations.
A geek is an eccentric person with specified interests who may tend to obsess or be an expert on any given subject, no matter how random or obscure.
So, here we have…
Grace Makutsi from The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency. Extremely smart but begins as quiet and mousy. Also adorably awkward.
Dr. Martha Jones from Doctor Who. So slept on. So mistreated. She deserved so much better and saved the day on MULTIPLE occasions for which she hardly ever gets due credit.
Myra Boutros Boutros Monkhouse… Such a missed opportunity. She had the brains to go toe-to-toe with Steve Urkel, but the Powers That Be decided she needed to be the definition of “Doing Too Much”.
Crissle West. IRL nerd and one of my personal favorite people on the planet.
Astrid Farnsworth from Fringe, a show I never watched but always felt I should.
Issa Rae/J from ABG. Not super familiar with the series but I’m pretty sure she applies.
Sinclair James from Living Single. Can’t believe people forget about her. She was SUCH a nerd… and adorable and hilarious and one of my favorites.
Franchesca Ramsey/Chescaleigh, another IRL black girl nerd who I love.
Jessica Williams; irl nerd and voice of truth on the Daily Show.
Liberty Van Zandt, the UR example of black girl nerdiness.
Happy International women’s day
Part 25- Zimbabwe (Eastern Africa)
When I started transition, almost 14 years ago, I imagined, I had this fantasy, that I would start taking hormones and in a few years, I was gonna blend in and no one would ever know that I was trans. I could just live my life undetected. And I knew a lot of trans folks like that, it was presented as the goal of transitioning.
When I realized that I wasn’t blending in effortlessly, I had to sort of to reevaluate things for myself. I had to begin to think about and I’ve begin to own this transgender thing. It became something that I had to say, "Well, this is who I am." (x)
god she is just wonderful
Black girls always been at forefront of rock n’ roll and punk. to all the black girls out here I hope this inspires you. NOTE This is alot of bands but its not every band. got any Suggestions send them to us at our email firstname.lastname@example.org or on facebook http://www.facebook.com/slashemuppunx Peace,
MR. B. S.
Vaginal Creme Davis
Omega Sirius Moon
The Dummy Club
The Mighty Paradocs
The Breathing Light
Shredding the Velvet
The Atomic Tanlines
Freda Rente and The Chemical X
Bleed The Pigs
My Therapist Says Hot Damn
Cat Bear Tree
Skinny Girl Diet
If you are black an play in a band feel free to hit us up here or on our http://www.facebook.com/slashemuppunx page let us know.
Remember Beauty Has No Hair Length Requirement…
Post Made By @solar_innerg
When I was showing my 6 year old nieces pictures of women with short hair their reactions were instantaneous expression of how the women looked like boys. Or asking why they wanted to look like boys. Which ultimately meant to them the women were unattractive.
These pictures on tumblr are important in that I was able to tell them in that moment that these ladies are beautiful and that having short hair doesn’t make a you look like a boy…it just makes you a girl with short hair.
Something as simple as me saying that to them at 6 may have changed their perspective of beauty for life.
"I want to take this opportunity to talk about beauty, Black beauty, dark beauty. I received a letter from a girl and I’d like to share just a small part of it with you: “Dear Lupita,” it reads, “I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me.”
"My heart bled a little when I read those words, I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.
"I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I was the day before. I tried to negotiate with God, I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted, I would listen to my mother’s every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened."
"And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no [consolation], she’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then … Alek Wek. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me, as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me, when I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty. But around me the preference for my skin prevailed, to the courters that I thought mattered I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me you can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you and these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be."
”[…] And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside.”
"There is no shade in that beauty."