"Newsflash: Real humans are connected with one another whether they like it or not. They are awkward and dumb and wave their arms around if they get upset enough; real humans all have personal touchstones that are “off the map” because there is no map. We are so maplessly, ridiculously uncool that whole cultures and subcultures, whole personalities even, have been built to hide our ridiculousness from ourselves."
This semester I went to the White Privilege Conference in Madison, WI for my honors seminar about examining privilege. I made a poster about the behaviors of particular white female musicians who appropriate other cultures as a means of identity and sexualize/objectify WOC as a means of displaying sexual agency and social power. All under the guise of “empowerment”.
This is my take on the knowledge I found through seminar and readings, (esp. online articles) so in no way do I claim these ideas or concepts as my own.
The bindi tag is flooded with appropriative photos of people at coachella and using south asian cultural artifacts as mere fashion accessories. If south asian film, art, culture, music blogs could just tag photos with bindi clad south asian people with the tag “bindi” we would be more visible in the tag.
i just made the terrible mistake of looking at the tag…
in an effort to keep this infrequently-updated tumblr vaguely music/art focused, i don’t reblog every awesome thing i come across. but here are a few great tumblrs about racism and/or cultural appropriation that are worthy of your time:
here’s a new song and video from cult party (aka leo robinson).
i stumbled on to cult party back in february and was immediately spellbound by these beautiful, bittersweet songs. i drew the artwork for the split whilst listening to his music on repeat. he’s one of my favourite musical finds of recent times.
i love the simplicity of this video, and how the camera spirals around with the song. perhaps i’m influenced by the cold, wet mountain scene, but the song itself feels wintery to me, stark and sombre. it’s in contrast to last years’s album, the trees they will lift you and carry you home, which radiates sunshine (another memory i have of listening to cult party was on the bus from newcastle to manchester on the tour, the perfect soundtrack to sun bursting through clouds and pouring over passing fields). but i love this frostbitten feel just as much.