wen you high asf and want to cuddle but remember you don’t have a shawty


I’m not broke I’m pre rich

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Most consumers seem to want superfoods like ‘Açaí from the Amazon,’ ‘Inca Berries from Peru,’ ‘Goji Berries from China’ and ‘Cloudberries from Finland’ because they want some sort of miracle silver bullet, harvested from deep in the jungle, or gathered from the top of the purest mountain. It’s fetishistic, in the anthropological sense of the word: you’re the Don Quixote of the health food store, searching for the right combination of exotic antioxidants, that will let you live forever.

Nobody seems to want to hear that red cabbage will accomplish almost all the same things these ‘magical’ berries will, for a fraction of the sugar, and 1/20th of the price. For some people, when superfoods are staring at them in the grocery store for $1.99, it seems too easy.


The power of marketing, as it applies to produce:

"Quinoa may deliver a complete protein—all of the amino acids you require—in a compact package, but rice and beans together actually do better. And like goji berries, blueberries and strawberries are packed with phytochemicals. The only problem is that lacking an exotic back story, food marketers can’t wring as exorbitant a markup from these staples: The domestic blueberry, for example, is periodically (and justifiably) marketed as a superfood, and in 2012, products featuring blueberries as a primary ingredient saw their sales nearly quadruple. But they only raked in $3.5 million—less than 2 percent of açaí-based product sales.

-Tom Philpott, "Are Quinoa, Chia Seeds, and other ‘Superfoods’ a Scam?" (from Mother Jones)

The lesson? Find your local superfoods. I assure you they are just as good. But, if you must have your Inca and Goji berries, it’s a hell of a better price point to grow them yourself.

(via biodiverseed)


By Derron Thweatt

I, LIKE most Black males in the U.S. had “the other talk,” the one that wasn’t related to sex.

I remember my mom having “the talk” with me when I was a preteen. She explained why she would never let me grow my hair longer than less than half an inch, and why I wasn’t allowed to hang out with anyone on the street or stoop. She told me all the things that she thought I needed to know to avoid racism as much as I could.

At the time, I thought she was being a little paranoid. I thought I was a good kid, and I would be the exception to the rule. However, a few years later, as a teenager growing up in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Hyattsville, Md., I understood our talk within a matter of moments.

I was late to my part-time job, so I started running, and within a minute, I was being followed. The cop followed me for a few blocks, and I slowed down and kept going slower and slower, until the cop stopped me. He accused me of robbing a liquor store and gave me the description of a suspect who weighed approximately 150 pounds more than I did, was about 5-foot-6-inches, and had dreadlocks. At the time, I was 5-foot-10-inches and still growing, and I barely weighed 130 pounds.

I did the one thing I was told a Black man should never do: I made a snarly comment to the effect of “Well, Slim-Fast doesn’t work that quick.”

At that point, the officer threw me on the hood of his car, frisked me and then proceeded to touch me very inappropriately. Once he felt that he was finished, he told me to leave. I pretended to continue to walk to work, but the second the cop car was out of sight, I turned around and walked home, sobbing.

After I recounted the story to my mother, she was upset at first because I shouldn’t have been running. But after I kept screaming that I did nothing wrong and just wanted to get to work, she stopped, consoled me and talked more about racism.

Prior to being stopped by that cop, I thought I could be the exception to the rule, and people would see from my clothes or my low-cut hair that I was a good person. I decided shortly thereafter that for the rest of my life, I would do whatever I could to fight back against racism. At that time, I became involved in fighting back against the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, which radicalized me, and I soon became a socialist.

"The talk" occurs because Black men aren’t seen as human beings under capitalism. Barack Obama rarely mentions anything about racism and mainly mentions Black men when he’s admonishing them for not being in their children’s lives. However, he does not comment on the number of Black men incarcerated in the U.S., which is highly disproportionate compared to other racial groups.

These discussions continue to take place in households around the country because civil rights for people of color have been scaled back by Democrats and Republicans alike.

Not another parent should have to turn to their Black male preteen and have “the talk.” We have to fight so there isn’t another case like Trayvon Martin. The only way we can make sure these things don’t continue is to fight over the long haul for another world where people of all races are treated as equals, rather than some as animals.

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Khury Petersen-Smith

ONE OF the most powerful lessons that I learned about being Black came from a conversation with a white person.

I was talking with a white co-worker about the latest time that I’d been stopped by the cops while driving. I had a tally sheet on my dashboard at the time to keep track of the number of times I’d been pulled over, and I had stopped counting after 30.

My co-worker, who was older than me, asked me, “You know how many times I’ve been pulled over?” I thought for a second. “Five,” I guessed. “Ten?” He shook his head, looked down, and then looked at me. “I’ve never been pulled over by the police.”

News reports, conversations with other Black people and my daily experience teach me about the depths of racism in the U.S. But conversations like that one remind me that there is something unique about the realities of oppression that Black people face, and because this society is so segregated, many other people have no realization of them.

This dynamic has been present in conversations about the murder of Trayvon Martin. While Fox News, the Sanford police and conservatives in general describe the killing of Trayvon as a tragic incident that has nothing to do with racism, many people understand that racism had everything to do with it. And it is a shock to many of them that such a thing could happen—and go unpunished, at least so far—in the 21st century.

In President Barack Obama’s statement regarding the murder of Trayvon, he suggested that we all need to do some soul-searching to figure out how such a thing could have happened. Unfortunately, horrified as I was about the murder of Trayvon, there was nothing surprising about it to me. The killing of Trayvon Martin is a tragic confirmation of the realities of racism that Black people face every day.

For this reason, many Black families engage in the strange ritual of holding a serious conversation about how to behave when dealing with police. The so-called “talk,” which has been a topic of discussion on National Public Radio and elsewhere, involves teaching Black children to avoid the police, and defer to them when confronted.

My mother’s solemn warning to “be careful with police, because they’ll hurt you” came when I was in elementary school, but it has been painfully relevant throughout the dozens of times when cops stopped me, whether I was in my car or on foot.

I know activists who have asked me why there isn’t more resistance among African Americans, given how bad racism is and the reality of Black America today. The level of policing that we are subjected to—constant surveillance of Black communities, harassment, arrest and violence—goes a long way to explaining why there isn’t open opposition to unemployment, poverty, discrimination and other aspects of life at the bottom of society.

There are 1 million of us in prison or jail today. And the fact that the police—or as George Zimmerman shows, any racist—can end our lives at any moment leads us to keep ourselves in check.

The flip side of this is that Black people have the potential to rise up in an explosion of anger at the conditions we face. That has happened again and again during U.S. history, in slave revolts, struggles against poverty and racism in the 1930s—and, of course, the Black struggle of the 1950s, ’60s and ’70s. When Black people do rebel, the struggles tend to inspire others, too, and shake up the whole of society. That’s exactly why the 1 percent invests so much into repressing Blacks in particular.

So what do we do? In response to the murder of Trayvon Martin, it’s clear. We need to continue the rallies, marches, school walkouts and other protests in cities across the country to demand justice.

Justice for Trayvon means much more than the prosecution of George Zimmerman. It means abolition of the racist “Stand Your Ground” law in Florida that Zimmerman has used in his defense. Justice means dismantling the “war on drugs,” which is the pretext for passing laws that target Black people, flooding our neighborhoods with police and incarcerating a large segment of the Black population. Justice means confronting a culture in which Blacks are viewed first and foremost as criminals.

We shouldn’t accept that the racism and police state conditions Black people have to endure are examples of a “white privilege” that Blacks and other people of color do not have access to. It’s true that Black people may as well live on a different planet than the rest of the population when it comes to how we are treated by the police, mortgage lenders and employers. But the idea of white privilege resigns us to that inequality, rather than questioning and destroying it.

It’s a good thing that many people who aren’t Black are now learning about the realities that Black people face every day. It is a bitter tragedy that it took the murder of a 17-year-old for that to happen.

I can think of no greater way to honor the life of Trayvon Martin and avenge his death than by building the deepest, strongest and most relentless multiracial struggle against racism. Trayvon is the latest casualty in a war on Black America. It’s time that we declare war on institutional racism.

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Instigators hired by the PD
Ferguson/St Louis

  • (I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)
  • Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”
  • Me: “Yes, ma’am?”
  • Customer: “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”
  • Me: “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”
  • Customer: “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”
  • (The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)
  • Me: “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”
  • Customer: “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”
  • (I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)
  • Owner: “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”
  • Homeless Man: “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”
  • Owner: “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”
  • Homeless Man: “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”
  • (My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)
  • Homeless Man: *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”
  • Owner: *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”
  • Homeless Man: “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”
  • (Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)
Anonymous asked:
Don't call Iggy Azalea racist because she's Australian. "This Australian Racist" It's offensive to Australians as it implies that you think all Australians are racist.


#notallaustralians lmao


Georgia Southern University’s Gay-Straight Alliance is pleased to announce the arrival of our upcoming conference

Date: October 25, 2014

Time: 9am-4pm

Theme: Queer Expressions: Exploring the Facets of Identity


  • Pre-Registration: $10 students/$15 non-students (before 11:59 p.m. on October 22, 2014)
  • On-Site Registration: $15 students/$20 non-students

Lodging: Several GSA members are offering floor space for visitors in order to cut down on lodging costs

Our keynote speaker is poet and writer Kai Davis

After the main conference event, attendees are welcome to attend our annual Gay Prom

Additional Information:

  • Breakfast and lunch are included in registration costs
  • Serenity Day Spa will be raffling off makeovers as door prizes
  • Parking is free
  • Georgia Southern is located in Statesboro, GA, which is about 3.5 hours from Atlanta

For more information, registration link, and session itinerary, click HERE

Follow the hashtag #gsuconf14