Iโm starting to think the when I input my email to unsubscribe from trash I never signed up for, it actually subscribes me to other stuff. Orrr my email gets sold to other third parties๐
Why is it that the more Iโm unsubscribing to spam emails, the more Iโm getting?? Someone explain it like Iโm 5?
I know racism has no borders nor boundaries, but based on what Iโve learned about the UK these past few years, this is most unsurprising. I hope she has better experiences in the future and mental health healing. And good for her for speaking out, I canโt imagine it was easy, but if it helps lead to the changes she wants to see, hopefully others will join her.
Death threats dawgโฆ for fucking what?!! It's infuriating to read this and my heart goes out to Francesca for what she went through.
Even at the time, I thought that the support on the production side was lacking (or at the very least underwhelming) from the outside look in and it's devastating to know that she felt the same. I had hoped that despite appearances she was and felt protected.
This kind of racist and baseless backlash is sadly expected for POC creatives, and itโs amplified a hundredfold when it involves a beloved IP traditionally associated with white characters. It's designed to intimidate and discourage POC from these opportunities. I admire her courage to keep pushing boundaries.
Iโm torn because I often feel like if productions canโt support POC creatives in a meaningful way, they should leave them the fuck alone. The repercussions and mental toll it can have on them is too fucking high. But then again, it does feel like it would mean letting the racist win. Itโs fucked.
Thoughts and prayers to Francesca for real. I hope she gets everything her heart desire out of this industry.
โI am not the first black Juliet, and I wonโt be the last.โ LET IT BE KNOWN ๐ฃ๏ธ
I read an AITA post a few weeks back about a woman who liked having snacks in the bath when she's had a long day (a result of residual trauma iirc - the bath was her safe space). Her brand new husband of three weeks, a man twice her age who had no job, made her pay all of his bills and do all housework, and spent all day every day gaming because he wanted to make it as a Twitch streamer, had always been fine with this; but, on the day in question, had whisked her bath snacks out of her hands as she was on her way to the bathroom and tried to bin them, telling her it was time to 'break her of that filthy habit in his home'. She told him if he ever actually paid anything towards the house she owns outright he might get a say, took her snacks back, and had her lovely bath. He was since giving her the silent treatment.
(Obviously the judgement was an avalanche of 'NTA and also he's abusing you', which she agreed with, and decided to kick him out, so happy ending.)
Anyway I told my husband about this and he was outraged. "I would never do that!" he told me, furious. "I would find it adorable if you had bath snacks!"
Since then, every time I try to have a bath (which I only do as a rare treat) after about ten minutes there has been an anxious scrabbling at the bathroom door.
"Elanor!" he says. "Do you have bath snacks? Do you need anything?"
My answer is irrelevant. He brings me wine and poptarts. Now I have bath snacks. I'm a bath snacks person. Last time he was literally sleeping on the sofa when I went for the bath. Somehow this still happened. I now have an eager bathroom butler. How did this happen. I have never been so decadent yet bewildered.