“When you’re on a blog and someone is playing a song you haven’t heard in years and you can sing it word for word after the music stops. IE Youngstown Pedal to the Steel. Or an Nsync song like God Must’ve Spent a Little More Time On You.”—
As I’m slowly getting together ideas for my outfit for the final Harry Potter film, I realize that this is the end and there really is no reason for me to go half ass on a costume.
Now with that in mind I am thinking about a green tutu with a bad ass corset to match. We are talking high end quality in both the corset and the tutu. No lame I got this for Halloween from a party shop and it looks nothing like it did on the website…I’m talking about dropping almost 100 dollars respectively and hell wearing it again for Halloween possibly.
It is true that my costume isn’t really going with any theme in the film. I mean unless someone has just busted out a tutu and I haven’t been paying attention and if that’s the case well DAMN where was I when Draco put on a tutu and Harry watched him dance seductively…oh wait I think that was a fanfic..but back to the point if you still think I’m lame for not spending that 100 dollars on some house robes that you can purchase that are pretty damn accurate to the films I say to you SHUT THE FUCK UP…WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH WHAT I’M WEARING…DO YOU BOO BOO…DO YOU..YOU KNOW WHY…CUZ IMMA DO ME…
Okay I apologize for the yelling…and the random Kevin Hart reference but seriously if you really would have a problem with my outfit I ask you what does a bunch of teenage girls in slutty school girl uniforms that barely cover their respective underage asses in colors that just so happen to coincide with the houses they are claiming to be in have to do with Harry Potter…I mean unless Harry Potter has become a porn and I just never noticed the gratuitous sex scenes in between all the deaths and sadness of the series.
I mean I do know there IS indeed a Harry Potter Porn out there hell there are porns based off all your favorite 80s and 90s sitcoms like Facts of Life, Married With Children, hell even Roseanne (I KNOW RIGHT) and many more but for real I’m talking about those girls at every premiere who want nothing but someone to look at them and be like OH WOW look at what they are wearing how hot are they!
And honestly this is part of the reason that Rowling didn’t want America to get ahold of the book and ruin it because yeah Herimonie would have been sauntering around in school robes that barely covered her vagina and probably would have had a make over and had bleach blonde hair and an unnatural tan and make up that would make Snookie go…Really?
But I digress…me in a corset and tutu repping Harry Potter, there we are. I’m not just repping HP with my ensemble I’m also repping for all the big girls who are tired of going to costume stores and seeing every costume that’s slutty stopping at size 14. It’s like they are telling us that HEY you can only be sexy if you are this size and under and that’s bullshit.
So on July 14/15th I shall be sauntering in my local movie theater with my tits held high and my tutu short as hell with some fishnet stockings turning heads from the slutty bitches in their costumes making all the guys secretly wish they were with me…because let’s be honest they claim they don’t want us but in reality they are the ones watching our every move when we walk into a room…and wishing they had the balls to come up to us and ask for our numbers.
So curvy girls, big girls, get your sexy on for Harry Potter and show those skinny bitches we are sexy too!
I just wanted to say thanks for your post about Samcedes and Glee! As a black girl growing up in South Georgia I feel your pain when it comes to interracial dating/television couples. Your post basically talked about my life. Thank you :)
Oh wow that means a lot.
I really didn’t think anyone was going to read it b/c of how long it was and how much more I wanted to say.
And thank you for responding I know there are more out there like us and I’m tired of us girls being ignored. We need to unite.
Black Guy White Girl YES! Black Girl White GUY! NOOOO!!
This is inspired in part by the awesomeness that is Samcedes and all the haters out there or people who just don’t get what it means to a lot of us.
It seems odd to a lot of people when I say that as a black female I squealed with an unbridled joy when Sam and Mercedes reached out and clasped their hands togehter at the end of the New York episode. In fact my sister and myself jumped off our beds ran to each other and hugged because we were so overcome with emotion.
Now when I told a few people about this experience they looked at me like I had a second head growing out of my ass or something equally as terrifying. They didn’t get why a fictional interracial couple would prompt such a response from me so I had to explain a few things about how Hollywood perceived interracial as opposed to the real world
The thing is this. I live in an area in the south where there was only one other black person in my ENTIRE grade from 3rd - 6th grade and only a sprinkled few after that. But not only was I short on other people who resembled me in my every day life…I was short of couples that mimicked my real life relationships and television didn’t really help in that department either. I was a black girl who dated numerous boys the majority of which were white.
Now as I grew up in front of a television like most other American children I began to notice when television did broach the taboo subject that was interracial dating or marriage the interracial couples depicted (specifically speaking of black and white) were mainly shown being composed of a white female and a black male. Now being a black female this did not bother me in the way people seem to think it would. I did not feel like all the “white women were taking our men,” I felt “that’s great and all but when is that cute white boy gonna ask that black girl out.”
Is it just me who is amazed at all the positive reviews on horrible pieces of shit people are calling fanfiction. I mean I don’t know how many times I’ve snuggled up to my laptop in need of some loving from my OTP only to discover that every fic that’s been added has been written by a twelve year old who doesn’t quite grasp how to type correctly and use words that aren’t comprised of text