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Half-Baked Thoughts on Media

Franny's picture

I'm honestly really not sure what to write about here. Media feels like such a big, abstract concept and at the same time one that I think about a lot. More than anything else, I think about theater. I spend about 15 hours a week in rehearsal, another hour in production meeting, and a majority of my "free time" thinking about theater in various ways. I think about theory and reality, I read plays, and I write plays. And because I consider art to be inherently political, I think about what I write and what impact it has. I think about "theater of the opressed" and "revolutionary theater" and any number of other things because I want my art to be more than beautiful - I want it to be meaningful. 

The Privilege of Tricking Myself

smalina's picture

Thinking on what I wanted to write about for this race journal entry, my first thought was that I would know exactly what to write about if this were a course on gender or on sexuality. I could write thousands of pages on representations (specifically, the lack thereof) of non-binary and trans people in media, and I think about it pretty much every time I watch a movie, catch a TV show, or pay attention to pop culture. At first, I brushed this thought aside, because I knew I needed to focus on race. Then, I realized that this thought has everything to do with race. It speaks to the huge privilege I live with to not know what to write about, to be able to "move on" to other identities in my head of which I am painfully cognizant when engaging with mainstream media.

race journal 2

calamityschild's picture

Race and the media…wow. There’s a lot of material there. There’s so much that I can say about the media and utter crap that Hollywood churns out. When I think of race and the media, I think of a text I recently sent to one of my Asian friends, asking “Do you ever wonder which white actress would play you in a movie about your life[?]” I was joking, but I know and other Asian-American people know that Hollywood has a hard time casting Asians for Asian roles. I'm just thinking of Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, Matt Damon, the entire Avatar: the Last Airbender movie—although let’s be honest don’t you think it’s interesting that the only brown actor in that movie was cast to play the bad guy?

Gleeful

Sunshine's picture

I am not yet inspired to write a post about race in media, but I will give it a go (Meaning, this is not something I think of a lot so I don't have any rants to write out, or anything in my head that feels particularily insightful. I know that doesn't matter). There are just so many things I could talk about! What it's like to see black girls on Instgram. How I count black people in my favorite TV shows, and cringe when they're the bad guy, or sigh when they die. Jane the Virgin is an amazing show with a beautifully diverse cast, and I still yearn to have a developped black character. But I'm happy for my latina friends who get to see themselves on screen.

Locs Are Not "Just Hair"

The Unknown's picture

My friend Portabella, who’s white, and I walked into Wawa at 1:30 am on Saturday night/ Sunday morning and we began perusing the store. We were standing in line to pay for our food and these two black men in suits walked into the store. One of them, who I will call John, looked at Portabella and said, “Nice dreads.”

“Thanks,” Portabella responded.

“Do you make art?” John asked. Then John and his friend, who I will call Sebastian, and Portabella and I started talking about art. Sebastian said that he was into photography. Portabella talked about how she’s still in school and that she’s a painter. Portabella said she was an art major.

John told us he and Sebastian worked in a country club. They said they just got off work.

race journal one

joni sky's picture

every summer, everything that happens happens at summer camp. tiny quaker summer camp in western maryland.

i argue with my white employer when my photo is used for promotional material. she asks how i dare to question that she is doing everything in her power to welcome people of color into the community of camp. i ask if she read her message over before sending it to me. 

all summer i fight with a black girl over a white boy. we pretend like we’re not fighting, but we’re still mean to each other. it feels a funny kind of dirty.

Dreads and Cultural Appropiation

The Unknown's picture

           A friend who I will refer to as “Murtle” and I are were walking past the campus center where a group of outwardly appearing black students and one white friend were sitting. Murtle is white and has dreads. The group of students saw Murtle and said, “Her hair is just one matted, moldy thing.” “Her entire existence is cultural appropriation.” Murtle felt really uncomfortable, guilty, fearful, and ashamed. We went inside a building and on our way out, we took a different path to avoid the group of mostly outwardly appearing black students.

In the Heart and Spirit of the Village

me.mae.i's picture

Before actually going to the Village, I spoke on the phone with Lillian, my supervisor, mentor, hero, and secretly prayed that she'd be a woman of color. Just before landing the internship, I had switched my major from Computer Science to Religion/Africana Studies and decided to dedicate my academic journey and time to art and the various mediums of expression. As I mentioned in our Art History Class, I felt incredibly invisible, uncomfortable, and underrepresented in Computer Science, and found myself being in a zone of proximity when it came to art, religion, and humanities. Therefore, I needed to have some sort of comfort going into my summer experience.