Do you remember those boys that go to the ‘hood’ and mess with people all for the sake of a “prank”? Well, they went to a radio station for an interview and the hosts there called them out on their racist shit and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Check this video out.
Ebro and Rosenberg hit damn near EVERY point. YES. So many important things here.
wonder how many of their fans will hear how they said they only upload the violent reactions and that most are not violent…so they’re intentionally portraying poor Blacks as way more violent than they actually are because that’s what other white-identifying people want to see….they’re just like most other media.
"The reason they are not stopping you is because the people you f*** with are underrepresented. They don’t have a voice. Wait see what happens when you muck about with some rich white kids"..
THERE IS NOTHING IN THE QU’RAN THAT SAYS WOMEN’S SOLE PURPOSE IS FOR OBEYING AND PROCREATING.
We are allowed to inherit and own property and businesses, and we are allowed to CHOOSE our husbands instead of having them foisted upon us in arranged marriages. WE ARE ALSO ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE IN COMBAT.
I’ve read the Qu’ran COVER TO COVER and there’s nothing God says about women being LESS than men. In fact, God IMPLORES men to treat women as equals. Probably because God knew men have a tendency to foul things up and has to remind them that WOMEN ARE ALSO PRECIOUS CREATIONS OF HIS DIVINE WILL.
-huffs and puffs-
Sorry. I was in my feelings. But this touches my nerves a lot when people misinterpret Islam as some misogynistic religion. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Ellen: ‘You’re clearly very comfortable being naked, here’s another shot of you inside [GQ]. So, you’re completely comfortable like this, right?
Rihanna: ‘Nobody is ever completely comfortable naked all the time in front of strangers and, you know, photographers that you don’t know but it’s a bit of a character that, yeh, you have to get into. You get into a place where you zone out from everything around, yeh.’