So, this might be a sensitive subject and I genuinely come to the table from a place of complete love. I’m also rather ignorant about the subject and I guess one could blame that on white privilege. However, in no way, shape, or form is this meant to insult ANYONE. And because I don’t like to offend people like that, I tend avoid certain things. However, I’ve noticed that Asian culture seems to be fair game. Oddly enough, its not one that I’ve been especially drawn to…except for the food. Cuz, let’s be fair, most Asian cuisine is pretty damn delicious and yes, I would honestly try some of the “weird” stuff they serve in the street food vendors I’ve seen on TV.
I guess my question is…when does it go from appreciation to appropriation? And when did this become a thing? For instance, growing up I always wondered how sports teams got away with using some of the names they used, because even as a child, I felt it was rather racist. My parents had no good answer about that teams and always said that one day they would change. They were right and as far as I know, most of them have changed. (I don’t follow sports, so some may not have changed yet.) Also, as a child, my favorite costume for Halloween was being a “gypsy,” but recently I discovered that even that term is considered racist now. I had no idea. I just loved all the jewelry and the flowing skirts. I liked it a whole lot more than being a princess! Also, as a kid…cowboys and Indians was a normal thing to play as a kid. We didn’t see them as good guys and bad guys, we just saw cowboy hats & guns or feathers & arrows. I always wanted to an Indian, because I thought they were cooler. I never could get into Westerns or cowboys.
So, if we look back on my childhood, without knowing my heart and reasons….was I racist? Was I appropriating someone’s culture? Well, I know my heart has never been racist. I know my parents weren’t racist. My family actually did have friends of other races and yes, they did come to our house (before you ask). With that said, my father was in the U.S. Army, so I was exposed to different races and cultures from a very early age.
To me, skin color is the same as hair color…the darker your natural pigment, the harder it is to change it.
Feel free to comment anyway you like, but know this…ANY clear-cut racist or hateful remarks will be deleted. This is not about hate or racism, this is about me trying to better understand the world I live in.
hair: DOUX – Jane Hairstyle
head: LeLUTKA Fleur Head 2.0
body: [LEGACY] Meshbody (f) (1.2)
skin: DeeTaleZ *SKINS* for LELUTKA HEADS (EVO.) – Flora
I wrote about consistency in my blog a while back and I’m not sure I will ever have that consistency that makes me recognize my work, but I sure am having fun. I waited far too long to play around in Photoshop and now that I’m there, I’m discovering so many new things. I’d like to think that as long as I’m alive I will embrace learning new things. I might not always like change, but that’s how we grow, isn’t it? Things in the real world have certainly changed quite a bit and I’ll admit I’m scared. I have too many friends with auto immune diseases, not to mention other things like asthma, kidney disease, etc. I hope that everyone is doing their part to flatten the curve. I joke about how I’ve been social distancing for years, but this is actually quite serious. I guess I’m lucky that I rarely leave my house anyway, but others are not quite so blessed. There are so many out there that simply do not have the option of staying home. Please be mindful of one another during this time. It seems we will all have to grow from this. ♥
I don’t need diamonds, no sparkly things
‘Cause you can’t buy this a-feeling
Nothing lights my fire or wraps me up, baby, like you do
Just want a cozy, a cozy little Christmas here with you
~ Katy Perry – Cozy Little Christmas
It is happening! I’ve already changed my display name to Sαdy M’ғɴ Clαwѕ. Now I’m posing with reindeer and dogs dressed up like elves. Don’t look now, but it seems I’ve caught the Christmas spirit!! (This would be a good time to gasp and run for cover.) I’m so excited to dress up and decorate…everything Christmas. I wonder how long this will last? I know I won’t make it until Christmas. No idea how long it will be before I’m complaining about the commercialism of the holiday and if I have to look at one more “this” or “that.” Based on experience, I have quickly tired of it in the past. I hope this year will be different, as its the first time in years that I’m feeling even remotely festive.