SIGNAL BOOST, EVERYONE:
Save Satinah Ahmad from execution in Saudi Arabia
When Satinah’s employer tried to smash her head into a wall after months of alleged abuse, Satinah defended herself with a rolling pin.
The 41 year-old foreign domestic worker now faces execution in Saudi Arabia as early as tomorrow.
Call on the King of Saudi Arabia to spare Satinah’s life> http://ow.ly/vjJvQ
It takes one minute guys. JUST ONE MINUTE.
ONLY 1.510 OUT OF 50.000 IS LEFT, COME ON GUYS!
THE DEADLY COST OF FASHION: RANA PLAZA
This devastating video, produced by Ismail Ferdous and Nathan Fitch, takes us through the deadly narrative of the Rana Plaza incident last year, the largest disaster in the history of the garment factory industry.
Ismail speaks candidly about photographing the collapse, and the effect our shopping choices have on garment industries in places like Bangladesh.
He poses a powerful and uncomfortable question:
It’s a question we’ve heard before and knowingly dismissed. I know I have. Turning a blind eye is easy, and eventually means we reach for bargains and cheap clothes without considering the bigger picture.
By boycotting certain shops and labels, we can stop being active participants in these incidents that are becoming frighteningly common. Okay…so we may not be directly solving the problem of exploitation yet, but being more aware and questioning our choices is definitely a first step.
I hope this five minute documentary can serve to educate us so we can make informed decisions about the labels we’re buying.
Watch, and share.
- A x
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.
I’m not crying or anything
I am omg
The world’s logic is as follows:
Cornrows are so edgy!
Nail designs are so hip!
Lip injections are so in!
Hip hop is so dope!
“Black people who love hip hop with cornrows and big lips and designs on their nails are SO GHETTO!”