a-well-a, everybody’s heard about the brid. brid, brid, brid, b-brid’s the word.
Written by an 8th grader
There are a lot of reasons why Chrisina Fallin/Pink Pony’s photo and non-apology are so offensive, but I’m not going to go for the most obvious. It would be easy to point out the appropriation or the tone-deaf privilege that make her think it’s clever to rebrand what she’s done as “Appropriate Culturaltion” when it is neither clever nor appropriate. And yes, of course, in her bubble she will absent the voices and opinions of the people to whom this cultural object belongs and lash out that she is being horribly victimized. No, what offends me most here is that she would dare to occupy a role that native women would not. Simply stated, bonnets are not for women, at least not where I’m from. And they damn sure aren’t for white women or for anyone who hasn’t earned the right to wear them.
I remember my sister and some of the other women taking aside a relative who wanted to do something traditionally reserved for men. “This dance,” she said, “this is a man’s dance. Yes, the tree of life is for everyone, but this is a man’s dance. What you’re asking to do, you have to think of the energy that carries. This is a very masculine thing. You are a woman. Do you understand the consequences? Is that what you want?” Turns out, it wasn’t.
Over the years, I’ve struggled with women coming to ceremony and waving their feminism like Charlie Bucket’s golden ticket asserting the right to do whatever they please, tradition and protocol be damned. But they mistake their Western feminism as a one-size-fits-all proposition. My native feminism empowers me to occupy a role within my community that has been filled by generations of women before me and carried out in a sacred way, with dignity, strength, respect, and authority. When my sisters talked with our young relative, there was no abrogation of her rights. Instead, we unapologetically take our place in the circle, without bonnets, as indigenous women walking in the way of our mothers, aunties, grandmas, and ancestors.
Christina Fallin, and all of the men and women like her, will never understand that.
It was nice to chat with you all! when you’re too tired and need to sleep… you watch THIS take place…
Dir en grey needs a Madison Square Garden show
so we can have a big show too
Can you imagine? I’d love to attend that
Bring Diru fans together for one Huge Show
we should tell them
let’s tell someone.
If you see something like this, DO NOT CALL AN EXTERMINATOR!
Call a beekeeper, they can relocate the hive instead of killing them. Bees are dying at an alarming rate, please do not contribute to that! They are so important for our ecosystem!
yo fuck this i aint gonna call no beekeeper i’m moving before i’m dead
I’m going to call an exterminator so the exterminator can kill them. I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that there are less bees in the world.
No bees = no food.
No food = no life.
Congratulations on destroying the world.
Because you seem to not understand that bees pollinate flowers and literally bees are the reason we have food.
i’m allowed to at least freak the fuck out before i decide on anything right?