imagine the SOUND of someone walking down the street wearing those
clikFWP clikFWP clikFWP
Walk a mile in these louboutins
all aboard for the sexy Namor cosplay~
Now I haven’t seen this show yet but yes, I can already tell that it’s going to hit close to home for me - a woman who’s spent twenty years in and out of hospitals. As I look at the trailers, I can’t help but to acknowledge that my hospital experiences were just like that of these ‘band of brothers’.
I fondly remember the brightly decorated rooms with the brand new furniture. I mean, most shows show white rooms with few decorations and rickety beds. Heh, don’t know where they could have gotten that idea.
And I do love how the children don’t seem to be hooked to any machines. This also hits close to home. I was never attached to any machines or pesky medical equipment. Not one. No IVs or PICC lines. No catheters or heart monitors or blood pressure cuffs or oxygen cannulas or tubes that were shoved down my throat or tubes that, oddly enough, went up my nose and down to my stomach…none at all! It was great!
And, just like this band of brothers, I too looked amazing. My hair was washed and brushed every single day. My skin, flawless. I bet you thought that I’d be pale and peaky or maybe green and clammy. Don’t be absurd. I looked great. All of the kids did.
Oh, and speaking of that! That’s probably the most realistic thing out of the entire show. Now, most people will tell you that children in pediatric hospitals are often limited to their rooms and are not allowed to wander around the hospital and even if they were, they are often too sick to do so. Don’t believe it for a minute! There are no rules in a pediatric hospital! Perish the thought! I too met a band of brothers and we often held parties and took our doctor’s cars for joyrides. Forget this ridiculous talk about security guards and lockdowns. None of those exist. No supervision exists. Supervision? In a hospital? No, no.
My parents were never there - never curled up in the tattered chair next to my bed - never holding my hand as I was poked with a needle - never whispering words of encouragement. Nah, that was all up to the big, black, sassy, nurse. Every hospital has one, you know!
And I’ve been told that there’s a school that these kids go to. I’m so glad. That really hits close to home. Again, most people might tell you of a time when they were in their lumpy hospital beds, their eyelids heavy, their hands shaking, as they desperately try to do the homework that the teachers had sent in a large bundle, occasionally taking the time to throw up in the pink bin that was always readily available. Yes, that’s a nice story. But honestly, who would believe that nonsense? Nah, the random school in the center of the hospital is what really hits close to home. It all hits close to home! Every. Single. Part. It hits so close to home. And I, for one, am thankful for that.
Okay, sarcasm aside…enjoy your show if you must but don’t you dare say that it hits close to home. You have no idea about the… the battles that most children have to go through in the hospital. If you’re a fan of this show, that’s fine. If you want to watch The Breakfast Club meets Glee meets a beautiful hospital set, that’s great. And if you enjoy it, that’s wonderful. But don’t think for one moment that it’s accurate.
I’ve seen some posts making this guilt trip of how the people who like to dress up as a sugar skull or the Catrina for halloween or whatever is racist and cultural appropriation.
Nah, it’s completely fine, as long as you are not totally ignorant about it or disrespectful.
Sugar skull represents the deceased, in a joyful manner. And the Catrina is just a social critic which became an icon later on for the day of the dead and Mexico.
It is not offensive to turn this into a costume or an accessory because it already is, so if you want to dress up like sugar skulls on Halloween, do so, but atleast know it’s value.
Be open minded, don’t even hate, and share this rich culture we have with the rest of humanity, chill.
This post is about that eradicating guilt trip and blaming, and turn it into self awareness
I gotta admit, I am hugely inspired by the Day of the Dead, and imagery from it turned up a lot in my art, and tumblr made me stop referencing it for quite some time.
Now I can go back to drawing La Catrina to my heart’s content
Sometimes countries are monarchies
Sometimes countries are republics
Sometimes are empires
Sometimes countries transition from one of these forms of government to another
And then there’s France:
fun thing to do in a european history class if you want to derail your teacher: ask them when the french revolution ends.
10 year old me was so pissed that Gabriella would sacrifice true love for a dumb school but 2014 me now accepts that Gabriella was smart like home girl knew she could find dick everywhere YALL SHE GOT INTO FUCKIN STANFORD. FUCKIN. STANFORD. FUK TROY BOLTON’S WHITE ASS