gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

vamellope:

the general public is a truly amazing category of human beings

butttom:

she is going into cardiac arrest and he is just laughing 

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dark harry is real

trotskay:

went to an American restaurant today!!!! ‘ello mate!!!!!! put forks in my hair to show my love for these Westerners’ food!!! Haha!!!!! Ha!!!! Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha  !

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bryanchoppertagteam:

magicalmanhattanproject:

if anyone ever calls you a slut just say ‘and yet i still won’t fuck you’ and then blow them a kiss as you saunter away because that’s the closest they’re ever gonna get to your magnificence, o smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamaties

Ladies real talk

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deanpraying:

strangeparking:

What anon messages should look like on halloween:

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make tumblr staff find the thing

itsmyfitspo:

boooty-and-the-beast:

bookmad:

johanirae:

theskypilot:

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:


thischick25:


This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…


men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.


THE NOTES ON THIS


because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.

when i worked in retail, i tried to explain this concept to customers all the time, and they always got angry with me like i was lying about how ridiculous women’s sizing is.


I work in a clothing store and out of nowhere they decided to scale ALL of the women’s sizes down. No warning. They didn’t even tell us, the people selling them! Just all of a sudden everyone (including myself) had to go up a size. Total voodoo, not even consistent within the brand. The number literally means shit.

I used to be a brand specialist in a department store, and I can tell you why they do this. You go from store to store and try on a billion jeans, and then you finally find a brand and style that you like, so next time you need jeans, you go to that one. It’s forcing you into brand loyalty, since the average person doesn’t have time to shop every store in the world

itsmyfitspo:

boooty-and-the-beast:

bookmad:

johanirae:

theskypilot:

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:

thischick25:

This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…

men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.

THE NOTES ON THIS

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because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on

WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.

when i worked in retail, i tried to explain this concept to customers all the time, and they always got angry with me like i was lying about how ridiculous women’s sizing is.

I work in a clothing store and out of nowhere they decided to scale ALL of the women’s sizes down. No warning. They didn’t even tell us, the people selling them! Just all of a sudden everyone (including myself) had to go up a size. Total voodoo, not even consistent within the brand. The number literally means shit.

I used to be a brand specialist in a department store, and I can tell you why they do this.
You go from store to store and try on a billion jeans, and then you finally find a brand and style that you like, so next time you need jeans, you go to that one.
It’s forcing you into brand loyalty, since the average person doesn’t have time to shop every store in the world

(Source: leavethew0rldbehindyou)

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.