All you need is… #love #home #philly (at LOVE Park)
Not to fucking day Taylor…
How did Michele Roberts convince NBA players to elect her as executive director of the players’ union? According to this weekend’s New York Times profile, she directly addressed the huge, gendered elephant in the room:
"I bet you can tell I’m a woman," she said, "and I suspect the rest of the world can, too."
She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the N.B.A.; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.
She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”
Those are strong words, ones that no doubt went a long way toward earning her 94 percent of votes cast.
.. son …
Had a dance battle with myself at work to show my Russian co worker how we do it here in the USA
aw this was a positive experience
This made me so happy
This reminds me of that commercial. This should be a commercial.
My favorite part is the foot stomp.
Fuck. It. Up.
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
The night he found out that his dad past away.
Honestly a powerful picture. Game day and you find out a person you love is gone?
why did Keke show up in ferguson like she going to the club tho
that’s how you know who’s out here doing it for kudos and a fucking pat on the back.
Heels and a skirt? No.
Keke finna film a music video
A publicity stunt if I’ve ever seen one
Because you ain’t showing up to march and put in work in some heels
Keke.. take your Rainbow video vixen ass outfit on somewhere. This ain’t the time ma’am.
tracee ellis ross and her mother diana backstage at thierry mugler’s s/s fashion show, 1991
deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did
one day i was just like
fuck this im pretty
and i was
when someone shows you the receipts of your fav being problematic
Waitin’ on her next victim..