hi i like your blog and i don't want to be rude but i love disney, infact my favourite princesses are jasmine and cinderella and i just wanted to sayCOLOR DOESNT MATTER! lets say the disney princesses were yellow or green it wouldnt matter. a lot of people think that just because there are only a few disney princesses of a different color thats racist, yes modern disney are creating new disney princesses which are not white but in conclusion color of the disney princesses dont matter
okay I told this person in a private message since they sent multiple asks that they Google this because it’s surprisingly often that people say something about the “green people” or “people people” representation but I couldn’t quite not address this since it’s common
in case anyone needs clarification on this subject:
color DOES matter in terms of representation. If you don’t feel affected by it? That’s fine. There are a lot of things that don’t matter to me. But that doesn’t mean you’re obligated to stick your nose into these subjects and declare they “don’t matter.”
"Modern Disney" just created four white princesses in a row. In itself, this might not be "racist" but in a racial social paradigm such as we have in American U.S. media, it is. In context, it’s not accidental that fantasy and escapism is equated to whiteness (while historical struggles are matched with PoC characters)
It’s not like being “green” or “purple” because there is no such thing as green people. If there were, I would be totally open to addressing and researching how they’re discriminated against when it comes to jobs, housing, education, politics, welfare, legal system, et cetera. As it is, this only is something that applies to REAL PEOPLE though. And to bring in a hypothetical “green person” is incredibly dismissive of what REAL PEOPLE actually experience on a daily basis.
a few examples of how racial discrimination and media intersect for ACTUAL people: XYZ but I mean Google and… everything is here for you to move past the super basic “there is no possible representation problem in media and Disney because I can count a few PoC princesses on my left hand”
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“We are in training from the time we are born to tolerate abuse. That is what being nice means. When they tease us, and chase us, and grab us, and the adults tell us it is because they like us, we are being trained to tolerate abuse. The dominance and submission training starts at a very early age and we are dying from it. Every day.”—
“I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good, either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.”—Roald Dahl (via tenyeardrunks)
“It’s the curse of the teenage girl, isn’t it? Ridiculed at every corner. God forbid a teenage girl could have a passion for anything. God forbid a teenage girl could know what she wants.
It’s a fucking curse. You fall in love, it’s bullshit. You’re talented, it’s bullshit. You love something, bullshit. You care about something, bullshit. You destroy something bullshit. Something kills you, bullshit!
We’re all so trivial. Nothing we say has any weight, any precedence. Because we don’t know shit.
What do we like? Who cares. What do we love? Who fucking cares. We hate ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. We love ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. Since when was loving yourself a character flaw? Fuck. I think it’s astounding. Why wouldn’t you want to raise a generation of strong, proud girls? I know why, because you’re fucking scared, and you don’t even realise it. Somewhere, in the back of your head, past all the patriarchal bullshit, you know what we’re capable of. And don’t look at me like that, I know what the patriarchy is, and that’s exactly my fucking point. You underestimate us, you reduce us down to silly little girls.
In the back of your head, you’re scared for us to have voices, you don’t want us to have power. Because then, then we’ll speak up about the shit you put us through. And you know what? If you don’t educate us, if you refuse to educate us, we’ll educate ourselves.
I am so, so sick of this biased crazy bitch-teenager idea. Being passionate doesn’t make us crazy. And even if we are crazy, so fucking what? It’s you who made us like this.
You, who raised your daughter to keep her voice down. You, who taught her it’s better to be meek. You, who told her she just drunk too much, helped her throw out her ripped underwear, and never thought to ask questions. You, who told her sex was an obligation. And you, for telling her it’s a bargaining tool. Her desires aren’t natural. Don’t act, don’t speak. Repress, repress, repress. Repent, repent, repent. Be ashamed. Shut your mouth.
You shut it for her though.
Every lesson, every time you ignored her need, you plucked out another vocal chord. And you kept going and you kept teaching until her throat was empty, and you stole her words and threw her voice box down a fucking well so no one would ever hear her speak again. And you think we’re the crazy ones? You’re draining the life from you daughter so you can stick it in a glass vial and give it to your son in law.
You want us to be meek? You want us to be quiet. We’re fucking monsters. You made us, you’ve silenced us, and now we’re going to scream and scream until you notice.”—the curse of the teenage girl - J.M (via seulray)