Monday, 19 January 2015

Michael Jackson was wrong, it does matter if you're black or white. Apparently.

Since 2015 started, I can’t think of a new story where people haven’t moaned about the way in which people have been represented in it and it is getting on my nerves.

The Charlie Hebdo attack was terrible. I watched it on the news and it shocked, saddened and scared me. But whilst I was watching the new story I was repeatedly told how it was an attack from Muslims and how horrible Muslims are.

Thankfully, I’ve been brought up with enough awareness to not take things for face value. If I was naïve enough, it would seem like the press want to force-feed me some Islamaphobia.

It wasn’t an attack from Muslims. It was an attack from people.

Whether you are white or black, male or female, gay, straight, bi ugly, beautiful, happy, depressed, young or old, Muslim, EDL, whatever you are. You aren’t part of the label, you are a person just like everyone else is.

I’m not Harry the White British Gay Student. I’m just Harry.



Obviously there are differences from me to Barack Obama. I am white. He is black. And it is perfectly fine to describe that difference. It isn’t racist to say he is black because he is. It isn’t racist to say I’m white because I am. It isn’t a fault that I was born this way. Lady Gaga, you feel me? But the minute that difference becomes more than a fact, it is racist. And it is unnesseccary. When the fact I am white suddenly means I am a slave driver and I hate black people and I should feel ashamed of history of white people (that I wasn’t a part of and couldn’t change); When all of these things become more important than what I have actually done and achieved,  that is when we have a problem.

When I tell people about uni I don’t say ‘Oh yeah well I live with 5 white girls and 3 black girls’. I don’t even hardly mention I live with girls. I say I live with 8 housemates. Not because I don’t want people to know about these people. Just because it doesn’t actually matter to anyone else.

The other day, we was talking about the new Annie that has just been released with a black actress playing the lead role.

For this example I‘ll refer to peoples skin colour just because I love reaffirming stereotypes and labels. It was a serious conversation and the quotes aren’t 100% accurate but very similar.

White: I wanna watch Annie now. The old one, not the new one.
Black: Why not the new one? Because she’s black. Why you being racist?
White: I’m not being racist. I don’t wanna watch the new one because its shit and it isn’t shit because the lead is a black actress. It’s just a shit remake.

And I can’t agree more. The new film is just shit. Not because of the race of the actors. Just because it’s not the original.

I can appreciate why people are happy to see diversity like this in the media. And I would be happy to see gay people represented in more areas such as sport. But not because they are gay but because they are doing what they want do and aren’t restricted because of their labels, showing other gay people that it’s totally dare I say it, normal. Just like it’s normal that a black child can be Annie.

By highlighting a difference and playing on the fact that, for example, Princess Tiana from ‘The Princess and the Frog’ is a black princess is reaffirming that she is different to all of the other princesses. I can totally appreciate that a black princess in a Disney film is a massive milestone and one that should be celebrated and people notified of, but it shouldn’t be the sole reason you go to see a film. Because a move towards equality is not having a notified difference between anybody.


I’m making a documentary at the moment looking at the representation of LGBT characters and themes in fairy tales. I’m not there to celebrate a huge leap towards equality if two princes fall in love. I’m looking to see if people feel unrepresented in fairy tales and how this affects people’s upbringings. Not ‘oh your gay you have to love this story where two princes meet and live happily ever after just because you’re a raving homosexual and it was made just for you.’ If there are gay characters in stories, so what. Yep. Some kids will learn about gay characters and it will make them feel more comfortable growing up. It will also show they are no different to the kid that is learning from the heterosexual story.

Diversity at the Oscars: if you have made a good film. Well done. Pat on the back for you. I don’t care if you happen to be a white male. You made a good film and you should be praised for that. I don’t care if next year it is all black females. Well done, you made a good film. Pat on the back also.

I’m getting bored now. Both at me ranting and the thought that people don’t already know this.


See you later, the White British Male. Slay me. 

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Blank Space

I’ve got writers block.

We’re two weeks into 2015 and I haven’t written a blog post yet. Until now, of course.

It was my New Year resolution to work harder at my blog and discover where I’m going with it. Whilst part of me thinks I can only discover that by continuing to write and “falling” into it, I don’t want to keep writing blog posts like a diary because they aren’t the kinda things I like reading or writing. The occasional one is cool.

But for now I’m just going to bore you with exactly what I don’t wanna write about because it’s the only thing that I can think to write about.

So over Christmas I got rid of my social media for over 2 weeks (apart from Facebook and Messenger, contacts init’). It was literally the best and most refreshing thing I have done in a while. I was sat watching people’s Snapchat stories and I just thought “I really don’t care”. The amount of free time I had was unbelievable and I got so much done, as well as actually spending time with my family. I didn’t argue with my niece hardly because I actually spent time with her.

I’m back at uni and crying over my lack of funds.

It has resulted in me trying a £10 a week budget which was working well until I got bored of eating pasta.

Since I’ve been back, I have literally not stopped laughing. My little bae’s have been forever bae-tiful and I’ve just enjoyed everything I’ve been doing without worrying about anything else and it has been wonderful. I hope I don’t jinx it now and it becomes hell again.

I’m going home in a few weeks to spend time with my momma which will be great, even though Virgin have put the train fares up and I’m not overly happy!

I have plans to get money. I have plans to enjoy the best summer ever and try to travel as much as I can. I have plans for university next year. It all seems pretty OK.

But this is a bit too happy so I’ll probably depress you’s with my next one. YOLO.


Peace out xo