Eartha Kitt

Eartha Kitt

by vintagegal

August 31, 2014 at 23:27

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Karen Miranda-Rivadeneira | Ecuador | U.S Diaspora
My mom braiding my hair like her mother did to her from the series Other Stories 1 | 1991 | pigment print 


Karen Miranda-Rivadeneira | Ecuador | U.S Diaspora

My mom braiding my hair like her mother did to her from the series Other Stories 1 | 1991 | pigment print 

by izotecipotx

August 31, 2014 at 23:25

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college is catered towards the able bodied and able minded. school applauds people who can stay up all night, skip meals, and work endlessly. that kind of extreme contribution is expected. why are disabled people being squeezed out of academic institutions? why should I feel inferior because of some arbitrary and ridiculous standard?

by cheapfilling

August 31, 2014 at 20:05

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"You’re beginning to realize
that the burning ache
never truly evaporates
after a good night’s rest.
It is embedded into a weak
skeleton that has witnessed
too much for its newborn age.

They can never determine
how you old you are from the
immaturity of a number. It will
never do your storms justice.

You speak with a sadness
in your voice that vices
do not cure, all because
you finally understand–

the loneliness cannot
die out if it has gradually
become a part of you."

by aestheticintrovert

August 31, 2014 at 19:15

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god willing, one day we will be able to use our pain, our hurt, and everything that we feel to transform, to ease, to love even harder.

by xauvert

August 31, 2014 at 17:25

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"Sex must be understood through its relation to our economic and
political structure, which is to say capitalism, patriarchy, and white
supremacy. As such, sex may be understood as work. Not merely the obvious work of making babies (though that is still important and central in certain contexts) , but a vast array of functions within the labor of maintaining a body of workers. Nonprocreative sex is allowed and fostered not because of society having moved any closer towards freedom, but because the reproductive labor demanded by modern capital is not merely that of population growth, but of the creation of the self, the individual, and consequently the identity."

– negatecity: undoing sex (via lovecraftianfeminism)

by lovecraftianfeminism

August 30, 2014 at 18:52

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"The name (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) is unfortunate. It’s a terrible name, because fatigue is the focus and that is differently experienced by people who are healthy than by people who have this illness."

– Leonard Jason, professor of psychology at DePaul University. Quote from the New York Times expert Q & A “Learning Firsthand About Chronic Fatigue Syndrome” (via stuckwithfatigue)

by stuckwithfatigue

August 30, 2014 at 17:22

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3D printed glasses #1: a cross-stitch eyewear creation (2012), via Rob Moss.


lol I can’t work with round glasses, but this is cool

by text-mode

August 30, 2014 at 15:33

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Afro Nicaraguan girls celebrating Cinco de Mayo.


Afro Nicaraguan girls celebrating Cinco de Mayo.

by naturee-feels

August 30, 2014 at 12:53

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Latina Woman Working Four Part-Time Jobs Dies in Car While Trying to Nap



I added the Latina part. I know Maria Fernandes struggle. it is my struggle. it’s probably some of yours too. remember this when folks say working poor don’t work hard enough and that’s why we are poor. 

I worked 8 hours Sunday, 12 hours Monday, 15 Tuesday, 12 Wednesday-Friday, plus 2-4 hours each day on my online business. On my days off, I will probably work 10 hours on the online business (inventory, packing orders, answering questions, ordering, listing items, etc.) . At my day job, we make $1.50 an hour plus tips. Tips are as low as $25 on some shifts. We do not get breaks- we are ‘on’ all the time. If there is a customer, we are ‘on’. If there are no customers, clean, and then we can take a break to eat something, but if someone calls or comes in, we are right back on. Of course, we are liable for all taxes, roughly 20% of our income because it’s under the table… but if you get food stamps in FL, you have to report income or else they only give you help for 3 months out of every 3 years. You have to have a job to qualify. And if the state knows you have income, the Feds know you have income, so you have to report to the IRS. With no W-2s, you have to pay Medicaid, Social Security, everything. But good luck saving for that.

People ask “why don’t you just work somewhere else?” Well, sure, on my off day (if I get one this week) I can look for jobs. On top of all the hours I work every day, I also scan CL, the newspaper, lots of places for work. I ask if people are hiring when I go grocery shopping, lots of places. But usually the answer is ‘not hiring’, or ‘we’re always taking applications’ (ie, not hiring). Out of the literally hundreds of applications and resume’s I’ve sent, I have gotten two interviews. One I had to pass up because I got a nail in my tire after my dayjob parking lot was under construction… and by the time I got out of work to go, the tire was flat. Don’t you think that if there WAS a better job, I’d be going for it?! Who the hell goes “Yeah, that job I’m totally qualified for pays $15/hr + benefits, but I’d rather work this under the table job where I had to butterfly my hand shut because the boss doesn’t believe in sharpening his knives so I have to saw through dozens of lemons for drinks for a whopping $30 for a 12hr shift…” Seriously, who does that.

It is never because I don’t work hard enough. It’s because entry-level work that a kindergartener could do is paying minimum wage and demands 4-year + degrees in a related field, plus years of experience, and often on top of that also wants experience in specialty software. Waitressing positions are virutally dried up, and the work is low-paying and backbreaking. I started tearing ligaments in both of my wrists (they twist sideways now) because I worked so many long shifts like this back-to-back, that even when my nerves were on fire I had to work, I keep going. I need the money. Don’t ever say I don’t work hard enough. Don’t ever say Maria didn’t work hard enough. She died from work.

There was no reason to have a gas can in the car because if she wasn’t working so fucking hard, she would have had time to go to a gas station. If she wasn’t working so hard, she would have been sleeping at home, not in her car. If she hadn’t been working so hard, she would not have FOUR FUCKING JOBS. She worked plenty hard. The problem is that no one values “low” positions… but damn do they sure love being catered to. They want all the menial labor in the world. They just don’t want to pay for it.

"This sounds like someone who tried desperately to work and make ends meet, and met with a tragic accident," Elizabeth police Lt. Daniel Saulnier told the Star-Ledger.

NO. This is someone who tried desperately to work and make ends meet… because no one fucking valued her enough to pay her a living wage to begin with. This is the violence of poverty. That is not an accident. Someone makes a decision to pay their employees so damn little that they have to sleep in their car because they work so damn much that they never have time to go home, nor do many of us HAVE a home to go to because we can’t fucking afford it because rent is astronomical and poverty wages don’t pay enough to even afford a studio in a bad part of town by yourself. THAT is a conscious decision on the part of employers. To know that and not demand that workers be paid more (CUSTOMER demand; no one gives a shit about workers) is a conscious decision on the part of consumers. To explain this all away as a “tragic accident” is to minimize that responsibility and to ensure further violence and lack of worker rights. Maria did not have to die.

by latinosexuality

August 30, 2014 at 12:05

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