I got my period in fifth grade, and just like that, my breasts were grenades waiting to be set off. I got a set of curves that I had absolutely no idea what to do with. Was it the Italian in me that grew curves? Or was it the American in me—from growing up in a culture of Coca-Cola, McDonald’s, and Lunchables?
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We too have a heart that beats, that suffers when facing so much misery. The pain of the working masses affects us too. Who knows misery more than women?
Journalist to construction boss, 1890s: "Is an Italian a white man?"
Construction boss:"No sir, an Italian is a Dago."
(taken from Louise DeSalvo's, "Color: White/Complexion: Dark")
In 2002, NYC DJ Chuck Nice, a black man, said: "Italians are niggaz with short memories" (Guglielmo & Salerno 1). The Italian American claim of "whiteness" has been a contentious issue in the United States, going far back before DJ Nice's comment. It began back in Europe with sayings like, "Europe ends at Naples. Calabria, Sicily, and all the rest belong to Africa."
This PSA, which I just came across of over at Bitch Media is awesome. The commercial begins with Batman and Robin tied up in an abandoned warehouse with a bomb. Batgirl enters heroically, breaking the glass windows. The conversation is feminist and brilliant. Robin: "Holy breaking-and-entering, it's Batgirl!" Batman: "Quick Batgirl! Untie us before it's too late!" Batgirl: "It's already too late. I've worked for you a long time, and I get paid less than Robin." Robin: "Holy discontent!" Batgirl: "Same job, same employer mean equal pay for men and women." Batman: "No time for jokes, Batgirl." Batgirl: "It's no joke, it's the Federal Equal Pay Law." Robin: "Holy act of Congress!" Batman: "Can we talk about this later?"
A polka-dot has the form of the sun which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life...