Degeneracy

Phineas and Ferb in Africa… or should i say ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh since that’s how us africans speak to animals…

feministmedia:

Yesterday, I managed to catch this episode of Phineas and Ferb. “On the Savannah”, where the boys go to Africa. Where in Africa? I don’t know, because they never tell you.

This is a thing I’ve noticed in media: everyone wants to avoid acknowledging that Africa is not monolithic, so whenever they *include* African characters, their country of origin is rarely ever specified, or when they have their white American characters travel to Africa, exactly WHERE they go is never specified. Because that would mean picking a country (of the 50 on the continent) and actually getting the cultural setting right—which is just too much for the poor little Hollywood producers who have unfathomable budgets and resources at their fingertips. (have you ever noticed that you don’t know where Cady from Mean Girls is from? She’s just “from Africa”. All 50 countries of Africa. All at once.)

This particular episode of Phineas and Ferb really bugged me because you could tell they were trying so hard to be ~progressive~. There’s a scene where they meet the ~African~ who’s going to be their tour guide, and this conversation happens:

Candace: Please tell me you have cell phone reception

Mr. Flynn: Well, of course, they do. Africa isn’t as primitive as you’d think.

Dialog like this is problematic because it’s trying so hard when the setting is just a massive fail. It makes it seem like they’re so ahead of the game when, really, they’re just perpetuating the same stereotypes you’ve been taught about Africa.

I mean, they go on A SAFARI. BECAUSE THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO DO IN ~AFRICA~. GO ON A SAFARI. How groundbreaking and progressive and informative. That’s actually just some bullshit.

Then, there’s a musical number where Candace (who has been stressing about her boyfriend, Jeremy, not being able to reach her) sings about leaving behind things like “a house, a car, cell phone, stress” so that she can ~live at peace in Africa~. Let me repeat that: this was a very recent episode of a kids’ television show where a white girl talked about how leaving America for ~Africa~ literally meant leaving civilization.

Tell me that’s not supposed to piss me off.

OH, AND THEN to add insult to injury, Phineas comments, “wow, looks like Candace is really embracing Africa” when he sees her wearing a cheetah-print Flinstones-esque dress. Then, he asks how they’re going to get back to their campsite, and Candace yodel-calls an elephant. Because now that she’s bonded with Africa, she can now speak to animals. The episode ends with Baljeet (the token Indian kid) telling us the moral of the story: “I guess living in the wild isn’t as hard as we thought”. Because that’s what Africa is. “The wild”. *my rage*

I love Phineas and Ferb—which is why this episode left me furious. Like, blood-boiling, seeing-red furious. Because a lot of kids watch this show. And there was just so much fail in this episode.

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of being misrepresented in American media. Protip: if you’re too lazy to do your research on ~Africa~ (hint: you can start by not treating it like it’s all one country), then don’t write t.v.shows/movies on it.

Also, I don’t appreciate the female representation on this show. Candace has only one friend, who she only talks to about Jeremy. Her entire life revolves around the guy she wants to be her boyfriend, and busting her brothers. And it seems like the only way they could justify Isabella’s presence is by giving her a crush on Phineas, even though she’s a pretty kick-ass, determined character on her own. Thanks, Disney.

I’m so tired of all of this.

-foodieamazon

A Mother in a Refugee Camp by Chinua Achebe

No Madonna and Child could touch
Her tenderness for a son
She soon would have to forget… .
The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,
Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs
And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps
Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there
Had long ceased to care, but not this one:
She held a ghost-smile between her teeth,
And in her eyes the memory
Of a mother’s pride… .She had bathed him
And rubbed him down with bare palms.
She took from their bundle of possessions
A broken comb and combed
The rust-colored hair left on his skull
And then—humming in her eyes—began carefully to part it.
In their former life this was perhaps
A little daily act of no consequence
Before his breakfast and school; now she did it
Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.

- Chinua Achebe ( source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria_p2.shtml )

one of my favorite poems. 

(Source: numbla)

5 things to know about the new Ankara craze

1. Ankara is not ‘african material,’ the whole African continent didn’t collaborate to form that style. It’s very specifically influenced by West African countries, Yorubas in Nigeria more prominently have aided its development and widespread use. 

2. The fact that something is made out of Ankara does not make it cute, edgy, or trendy. If a piece of material is not well tailored, it’s still a bad outfit. So please don’t wear something made out of ankara and strut around in a horrible outfit because the material happens to be in vogue. 

3. Same goes for designing stuff or jumping on the ankara bandwagon. A few houses have made a name for themselves designing ankara, but they also used innovative materials to enhance and distinguish themselves from everyone else.

4. Don’t sew a distinctly european trouser suit with ankara and call it ‘African clothing.’ Our forefathers didn’t wear monkey suits, they wore agbadas, iro and bubas, egbu esan, etc etc. No one struted around in pleated pants and called it “African” or “Nigerian.”

5. The ankara craze is slowly dying out. If you’re about to hop on the bandwagon and invest in it, do your research.

That’s all.