"we’re all human!"

yeah except you never had to fight for your humanity

"we all bleed red!"

yeah except it’s not your blood running in the streets

"we should all be just nice to each other!"

yeah except you’re not holding up your end of the bargain

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How do you go from gumbo, crab cakes, deviled eggs, and roasted pork (possum?) to “soul food wasn’t nothin’ but salt and grease?” How do you go from a plant-based diet (yes, our ancestors, despite the drop ins of pork and other meats, ate a plant-based diet) rich in fruits and vegetables, light on meat (because, hey hey, they couldn’t afford it), and supplemented with unprocessed grain as a filler, to having some man in an Ivory Tower tell you that the reason your people don’t eat healthy food is because they have a hereditary slave palate that determines whether or not they are healthy eaters?
Let’s get something clear. Black Americans aren’t the only ones overweight in this country. Black Americans bought into the same swindle that the rest of the country bought into and were hurt even more because, while the rest of the country had enough money to pull itself out of the rabbit hole of processed food and obesity, Black Americans by and large did not. Two thirds of Black America may be fat, but guess what? Two thirds of America is fat, too.
Soul food is not to blame for our nutritional woes. A willingness to blame soul food for Black America’s current ailments resulted in complaints about “vegetables being boiled to death” replacing what used to be excitement for receiving a plate of braised string beans with corn bread. Why corn bread? Simple: the corn bread was used to sop up the “pot liquor” from the string beans. (“Pot liquor” is what’s left in the pot after vegetables have been treated. Studies – studies, mind you, that were done long after our ancestors were doing this – show that vegetables that are boiled actually have the vitamins and minerals boiled out of them, resulting in a vitamin-rich broth left in the pot after all the servings.
Hell, the corn bread of today isn’t even the corn bread of yesterday – is your corn meal organic? Your ancestors’ corn meal was. Is your corn meal from genetically modified, hyper-processed corn kernels? Your ancestors’ corn was not. Do you have a propensity for “sweet corn bread?” That’s neither a “North” nor a “South” thing – that’s a processed food thing. You can thank “Jiffy” for the popularity of sweet corn bread.
You can also thank processed food for the increase in saltiness in soul food, too. Sure, soul food always used cured pork, but it was used so sparingly (very rare was the occasion that a Black family had access to the “better” parts of the pig and, therefore, were reluctant to squander what they had access to by eating whole parts at a time.) that it would’ve never had the same effects it had today. (And, while there are studies out regarding hypertension in the early 1900s, there are far more mitigating factors in blood pressure than simply “salt” and “smoking.” Think “factory conditions,” for starters.

Excerpted from Neither Soul Food, Nor “Slave Food,” Made You Fat | A Black Girl’s Guide To Weight Loss

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Often I think of suicide—-

not when I’m feeling depressed at all, but just being plain honest. I get tired of watching the death of black people: tired of watching black youth being beaten on school buses and Panthers being killed by bloodthirsty devils. I get tired of “militant” black men not acting like other nationalists around the world who have at least stopped their people from dying—-I get tired of black school children being educated and entrusted to the people who once enslaved us. I get tired of black preachers lying about God and the things He is going to do one day. I get tired of black movie stars—-and white ones—-being projected as our leaders. I get tired of Presidents who continue to promise black people civil rights. I get tired of being told American ex-slaves are better off than other black people in other countries. I get tired of hearing about black churches being bombed and little black girls being killed.

I am tired of being tired, and of saying it.

Honest words written by Hakim A. Jamal, “From the Dead Level,” 1971.  (via homonoire)

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Have a great day

with these artworks made by Marlene Silveira, designer and typographer from Toronto, Canada. These are typographic contributions to Workman Publishing’s 2015 Great Day Page-A-Day calendar. Greet each day with a burst of beauty and inspiration. The calendar showcases the work of top illustrators and features the hottest hand-lettering art across Etsy and Pinterest, paired with an upbeat mix of quotes, proverbs, song lyrics, and motivational phrases. Marlene is a part of it. So watch out for it in 2015.

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Angela Rizza | on Tumblr (USA)

Angela is a freelance illustrator currently living and working in New York. She graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology in 2011 with a BFA in Illustration. Since then she has been featured in a number of magazines and shows. Her work is a combination of traditional and digital media which is reminiscent of a classical storybook illustration. Besides artwork, Angela enjoys traveling, birding and photography. She is open to comments, commissions, or questions and is currently available for illustration jobs of any kinds and is looking for an art rep. Thanks sosuperawesome for this Curator’s Monday sharing.

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…You realize it soon enough.


…You realize it soon enough.

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1800s Week!

Charles-Henri-Joseph Cordier

Capresse des Colonies

France (1861)

Bust in onyx and patinated bronze and stone on a pedestal of rose veined marble, 96.5 x 54 x 28 cm.

Musée d’Orsay


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Decals coming soon..
Different quotes, fonts, monograms and more!!


Decals coming soon..

Different quotes, fonts, monograms and more!!



Morally Ambiguous Honey Badger Valentines, because I love you all.

Please Note: Morally Ambiguous Honey Badgers are morally ambiguous! The creative mind behind them does not endorse actual violence against one’s enemies. That is all.

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Expect discussion of white privilege. Expect black feminism. Expect queer pride. Expect recipes, fashion, history, science, and art. This blog is what saves my sanity out here in Southeast Tennessee.

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