A week ago, I penned a post that put me on the radar titled, “I Am A Native American Woman With White Privilege.” It has since been shared thousands of times, has 65,000 hits, was featured on Freshly Pressed, and has made me the topic of Reddit boards, tumblr text streams, and feminist comment threads streaming hundreds-long. … More Dear White-Presenting Indians: I’m Here For You
We all have problematic faves. You know what I mean: the artist, actor, or rock star who you adore, but who then goofs up, perhaps months or years after – or before – you enter their fandom. Maybe by the time you find out they’re behavior is or has been problematic, it’s too late. Let’s … More What to Do With Your Problematic Faves
Note from the author: This blog uses the term “white privilege.” The correct term is “white-passing privilege.” Please note that white-passing privilege is what I am referring to in this blog. First off, I think it’s important to say that I do not, and have not ever primarily identified as white. On my mother’s side, … More I Am a Native American Woman With White Privilege
I come from that endless water on the coast of Washington where the lilacs bloom against the sand that stretches forever, and it is mossy and wet and seaweed tangles like Ursula’s tentacles in the Little Mermaid. I come from the oyster people, the clam people, the ones who were born schooning on the Bay, … More In Which I Actually Get Angry For A Quick Sec, Whatever.
*Indian Country is an American term. In Canada, the term Indian is considered a racial slur. I’m using it here as an American Indian, but I recognize it’s a loaded term. Two movies that have recently taken Indian Country* by storm are Winter in the Blood and Rhymes for Young Ghouls, both featuring Indigenous, rez-living … More “Enough With the Leather and Feathers!” : The Exceedingly Awkward Phenomenon of NDN-on-NDN Cultural Policing
When I was nine years old, I had my first baby crush on Kyle Sanders (now I just stalk his livejournal every eight months to a year). But I also thought Tyler Bland was an awfully fine hunnie (a good choice – he’s getting his doctorate now). I would imagine my future on the swing … More To Love And To Be Loved: Married to Netflix; Sorry Not Sorry
I couldn’t sleep the night before. I tossed and turned, varying between “this-always-makes-me-fall-asleep” thoughts, and rehearsing questions for Chaske Spencer in my head. I couldn’t imagine what he would be like, despite having seen his films. Tall, sure. But his face, his skin, how his hair would look – I couldn’t figure it out. He … More The story of how I met my second-favorite actor and did not have a heart attack, probably.