go here and it’s the first option
it’s always been an option that i’ve always had turned off, i think the new update just made it easier to find someone if that option isn’t disabled
for people who can’t click through, here’s a manual link:
i’m serious. don’t ignore this. there are people who are worried their abusers can find them now, and this can give them more protection.
with the new tumblr look-up system, the email address you use could be at risk to expose your tumblr account to those you may not wish to see it
if you have emailed an acquaintance on the email you are using to login to tumblr every day they can now find out who you are through the lookup system. it is incredibly important for the safety of those trying to stay away from abusers to separate the email they use for tumblr and the email that they use to communicate with others.
otherwise, any single person you’ve ever talked through an email with, anyone who’s added you to their list of friends without your knowledge on an email account can find you
this is really important, i’m not seeing anyone really post about the lookup system, and this is really terrible for people trying to escape past abusers and shit so just
fucking bump this shit i guess
i couldnt look at utakata the same way again after i realized he has the same va as sougo
things tumblr staff needs to do to turn this toilet into a worthwile and functional site:
● make the original posters’ captions unremovable
● re-consider the entire ask/fanmail system cause it’s garbage
● make the blocking option actually block people instead of this… weak shit it’s doin rn
● just let me make gross ppl not follow me ok lemme be comfortable about the ppl who see what i post
● include an option to make posts unrebloggable
● eat an entire ass
I grew up consuming American media. Sure, I had some Brazilian books, and Brazilian cartoons (of often mediocre quality) and Brazilian music, but I grew up watching many things a typical 90s American kid did: The Powerpuff Girls, Hey Arnold, Angry Beavers, Dexter’s Lab; I watched Disney films and Pixar films and Dreamworks films, in the height of the animation renaissance. Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys played over the airwaves, trendy and cool, and of course, American.
Not all of it was American. Sometimes it came from England, or Canada, or sometimes even Australia. But all of it was in English, (or English originally before getting dubbed into Portuguese, which I hated), and it was cool and sophisticated and everything a kid aspired to be.
I was lucky to be a US citizen by birth. I already had what not many kids my age had: fluent English and an exotic pedigree, even if all it boiled down to was my parents being in the right place at the right time for me to be born outside of their nationality. But despite having Brazilian parents, and spending my entire pre-adolescence in Brazil, I valued my American citizenship more than any part of my identity. After all, it was the scene I saw day after day on every cartoon, every teen sitcom, every family movie: American teenagers, almost invariably white, and their school lockers and cafeterias serving awful food and their lush suburban houses with backyards and tire swings. Even urban environments were awesome: New York City, what could be cooler than that?
So it was no surprise that ten years ago, when my mother got a job offer in Washington DC, I jumped at the opportunity to become American. Finally, truly American, not longingly wishful American, but actually living and seeing things I saw on TV.
That was when my perception of reality shattered. It wasn’t that I only had false expectations. I knew the media exaggerated, I knew that the Brazilian TV shows I watched did not really reflect my reality as a Brazilian. But suddenly I was surrounded by people I had never seen before: many, many Asian kids, Black kids, Latin@s, Jewish kids, and many other backgrounds and nationalities arranged into hierarchical racial boxes that were incomprehensible to me.
And I found myself neatly placed into the “Latin@” box.
I balked at this at first. My entire self perception was that I was a White American. But as the years went by and I observed how these groups interacted and perceived each other, which cultural norms they carried and which expectations they placed on each other, I realized I had little in common with White People besides my skin tone, and everything in common with my Latin@ friends. With them, I felt comfortable, at home and culturally connected; with my White friends I always felt a dense, cold barrier, setting me apart from what was “normal”. It did not matter if they were friendly, warm and generous: I loved them as dearly as sisters, but there were many things I simply could not relate to in their lifestyles.
I thought back to my childhood, consuming so many works that had assured me that this was the “normal” I was to attain. I thought about us kids- seven or eight years old, playing Street Fighter, our swell of excitement and pride when we saw Blanka and his little Brazilian flag on the character select screen. I thought about reading Harry Potter, feeling deeply engrossed, in the middle of a thick volume, suddenly gasping in awe when I read the one throwaway line about the existence of a magic school in Brazil. I thought about José Carioca, charming and underappreciated figure of my childhood, and how I was the only kid in my class who had seen The Three Caballeros.
I became aware of a gaping hole in how the media perceives itself and its audience.
It’s easy enough to say that the target audience is White Americans because that’s the core, the “default” of what we perceive Americans to be. But the media now has a global, insidious reach. The messages we pass along in our movies are no longer contained to our own nation; they are spread across continents, watched in movie theaters and TV screens across the world, printed in books in every major language. The stories we write are templated off the stories we hear: I grew up thinking that stories happened to white american teens in high schools, and so those were the stories I wrote too.
This is why, when a movie like The Book of Life comes along, it’s important to pay attention. A story about Mexican culture: is that niche, or universal? If it is a niche, then how come a story about a white anglo-saxon kid in a neat American suburb is universal enough to be imposed across the entire world as the sort of ideal of what stories should be? What makes that any more accessible to me, as a Latin@, than the Mexican story?
If you say that focusing on a culture outside the White American accepted Story is pandering, self absorbed, or god forbid, racist, you are missing the big picture. When every story we hear is layer after layer of whitewashing and cultural imperialism, we must claw, fight and retrieve our own cultures from below, celebrate them, enhance them, exaggerate them, make them LOUD, because there is no other way for our voices to be heard. If we are different, then we are here to love every part of us that is different, every part of us that deviated from the norm, because our stories have value, and we never hear them, never in the way we hear the White American story.
I am not Mexican, and therefore I can not ever actually know what value this movie holds to my Mexican friends; but I know what it felt to see Rio, to see my nation and culture bright and beautiful, plastered all over the American movie theater for all to see; between the cliches of carnaval and soccer was the essence of my childhood, and the story that never got told in my movies before. I am Latin@, and I feel the culture, especially moreso now that I live in Los Angeles, in a neighbourhood saturated with Mexicans, Salvadoreans, Cubans and many other cultures similar to mine. And our stories will continue to go untold, unless we drag them out kicking and screaming, unless we amplify them and make them our own.
I have no doubt that somewhere out there, a Mexican kid’s life will be changed by this movie. And I want to ensure that it will happen, again and again, many times more.
Sorry to pick on this one comment and single you out—normally I don’t read the comments to posts, and for good reason, but here I am waiting for my plane with nothing better to do…and I come across a comment like this that just rankles me.
Because I can assure you that John has, in fact, watched the videos. And he has, in fact, played the games. All the games. John’s as hardcore a gamer as they come. He’s also a game developer, and a damned good one, and I’m quite confident he’ll be around in the industry for many years to come…so he’s hardly talking out of his ass when he says these things.
I’ve seen the @femfreq videos as well, and I’ve commented on them previously. When I did so, I got a deluge of exactly this type of response: “But she’s cherry-picking her evidence!” “Her views are biased!” “Everything about those videos is garbage, and she needs to be stopped!”
Okay. Let’s pretend for a moment that, for those of you who feel this way, you’re absolutely right. My question is this:
Why the fuck do you even care?
Is there such a profound shortage of shitty opinions on YouTube or elsewhere on the Internet that the appearance of this one constitutes a crime in the making? Have you asked yourself why it’s this particular opinion that drives you up the goddamned wall? What do you tell yourself, if and when you stop for that moment of introspection?
I was recently talking to a colleague who suggested a notion that’s stuck with me. It’s the idea that many of these people don’t think of feminism as a thing. Or, if it is a thing, it certainly has no bearing on them or on the game industry. It’s not real. A made-up problem.
Since it’s not a real issue, so is the idea of women being subject to any kind of systemic abuse or oppression. “Hey, I’m a gamer—I’ve been ridiculed and marginalized as well. Why does nobody care about my problems? Everyone has issues, so why do I suddenly have to be the bad guy? You guys are oppressing me!”
In the light of that kind of opinion, a woman talking about feminism or a queer person talking about sexuality isn’t them speaking from a place of disadvantage— they are, in fact, using an unfair advantage, one that not everyone has, to influence the game industry.
And, OH GOD, the industry is listening. 0.5% of game site articles are actually talking about this shit. It’s everywhere! Game developers are swallowing this stuff up. Not because it’s true, of course, but because that unfair advantage makes them feel guilty, and they’ll act on it to score points because Political Correctness! If we don’t stem the tide now, every game will soon become something between an After School Special and a United Benneton ad! I’ll have this shoved down my throat in every. single. game!
Yes. This is exactly the sort of thing that get’s said to me, such as on Twitter. Constantly.
Look, you don’t want to be lumped in with the bad guys? Then don’t be a bad guy. Don’t be the dick who makes everything about you.
And don’t, for the love of God, act like nobody in the game industry is capable of a single discerning thought…that unless someone comes along and stomps that shit down right now, we’ll all just thoughtlessly nod our heads and follow along.
As John said, the industry needs to be able to listen to criticism—yes, of any kind, from all parts of its audience—and form our own opinions regarding what can or can’t be done about it. We’re grown ups. I think we can take it. I think we can and should look on the stuff we’ve done and will do, and if not change everything, at least stop and consider for a moment what kind of effect our games have on our audience—intentional or not.
That is the purpose of criticism. To make you think. That’s it.
Try it.
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lets all say it together
consider
heads up to all graphic/gif makers: the new dimensions don’t work either. if you upload a photo according to the size (ex. 540px), tumblr will resize it to 500px then stretch it to 540. same goes for 268px (resize to 245, stretch), 177px (resize to 160).
in short, DON’T BOTHER. if you have the time, go send an email to support. not only the update is shitty, it’s also faulty.
i cant believe that works. i hate that it works
