My Disney Life

Court Dismissed, bring in the dancing lobsters.

This is one of my favorite childhood stories.

WHAT THE FUCK

I loved these books

From Girl Scout’s social media. The original Twitter thread is here.

White supremacy and blatant racism has held the US back since the beginning. 

[Image Description:

The images are a series of tweets by Twitter user @dst6n01 that reads

“Story I learned last night: I started Girl Scouts in first grade and was an active scout until I was 17 (12th grade) - did ALL the GS stuff and loved my scouting experience. I was a GS national delegate. My troop, 1001, was in Detroit and almost all black.

Our leaders were Black women and they genuinely loved us. Because they loved us, we did ALL the GS things: we sold cookies, and earned badges, and did community service, and went camping.

Real camping - out in the ‘forest.’ Cabins and s’mores and trails and knapsacks and walking sticks and campfires and songs and lakes and ALL THE THINGS.

LOVED IT.

I was young when I started camping, maybe 4th or 5th grade, don’t remember exactly. But I do remember getting in our cars, with our paper lunches and sleeping bags and flashlights and books of badges to earn outside and being so excited.

We would drive a VERY LONG TIME (at least to a 9 year old) and end up at the campgrounds. And then we’d learn the camp rules and review the Girl Scout requirements: leave a space better than you found it, clean your trash, be kind, have fun. And we did all those things.

My memories of camping are [100 emoji] wonderful and positive and I’m getting warm fuzzies.

Last night I talked to my best friend, who’s mom was one of our leaders and camp chaperones. We were talking about camp, and her mom mentioned staying up with two other moms all night, taking stations at each door and window of our cabin and having night watch.

‘Night watch?’ I asked, genuinely confused. ‘What kind of bears did y’all think were going to open the door of our cabin and eat us?’ [laugh cry emoji] I asked, jokingly.

She got quiet. ‘Not bears,’ she said, ‘the Klan.’

Silence. ‘What?’

‘The Klan.’

Yesterday I learned that one of our GS camps was in Howell, Michigan. This Howell: [attached is an article titled “Why is Howell considered the KKK capital of Michigan?”]

Howell is about an hour outside of Detroit, halfway to Lansing. To me, a kid somewhere between 8-12, camping was fun. To our mother and leaders, camping was potentially dangerous.

But, they wanted us to experience ALL the experiences Girl Scouts have. They just had night watch so we could. So they stood watch - all night. In the 90s.

This is NOT a post to debate the rational of us camping in Howell. That’s not the fair conversation to have.

This is a post to illuminate how deeply unfair it is to live in a state of terrorized, racial fear. How that fear creates a space for ongoing trauma.

How Black mothers have to exist in a dual space: providing all social and cultural experiences that you believe your daughters need and being constantly aware of the dangers that exist in non black spaces where those experiences often are.”

End ID]

every friend group should have + The Good Place

“Whoa, check out Dave’s stick” 

(Source)

STUDIO GHIBLI + TRAINS

March in 3 months