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Nigeria Is Officially Ebola-Free After Containing Virus

blackspinelli:

brownglucose:

Awesome!

I read that Senegal has also been declared Ebola free. This makes me so happy.

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gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

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cloaga:

im gonna be a writer just so i can make literally everything about lesbians. r u ready for lesbian spaghetti westerns?? are u ready for pirate lesbians in space?? no?? too fucking bad kiddo u cant have ur pudding until youve finished ur lesbians  

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Me:
*playing Tomb Raider*
Grandmother who is visiting for the weekend:
Mind if I sit with you?
Me:
*squirming slightly because there is gore and swearing in this game and my grandmother is a sweet old lady: Um, if you want to.
Grandmother:
*sits* Thank you, dear.
Me:
*continuing to play for about five minutes*
Grandmother:
Grandmother:
Grandmother:
LOOK OUT THERE ARE THREE COMING DOWN THE HILL
Grandmother:
THAT WAS POINT BLANK HOW ARE THEY ALIVE
Grandmother:
OOOHH YOU MADE THAT EXPLODE
Grandmother:
STOP KILLING MY GRANDDAUGHTER
Grandmother:
KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL
Grandmother:
OHHHHH YOU SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD OHHHHHHHHH
Grandmother:
RUN RUN RUN YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE RUN
Grandmother:
OKAY NOW KILL THEM ALL
Me:
*slowly turns to look at her* Grandma
Grandmother:
*sweet smile* Hmm?
Me:
Grandma oh my god
Grandmother:
*more smiling* Well, hurry up and kill everyone else, I want to see you save this Sam person.
Me:
Me:
Grandmother:
Kill them.

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