This is a piece I did for the Native show at Emily Carr.
The names written on my body are actual names for “sexy indian” costumes that can be bought online.
This piece is a visual response to when Halloween comes around again, and people feel it right to dress up as my culture in horrible old stereotypes and pass it as honouring our culture. But it doesn’t. It only adds to more to poorly represented image of Native Americans, and objectifies Native women.I am a real Native Women and this my body and my culture. And I have a voice
Oh shut up I guess nurses and teachers should go on strike for being objectified. It’s gonna happen to literally everything. Slutty girls will pay for the costume so it’s gonna get marketed.
These social justice bloggers need to calm the fuck down.Hey hey now~
I only offered my art as voice of reason, to say “shut up” was rather unnecessary, but you’re sort of proving my point. Also makes you look like a jerk.
Thing is. I can choose the career path of nurse and teacher. If I did, I can retire from those jobs. It’s awesome! Hey, even on the weekend, away from the classroom, I’m just a person!
But the native deal, it’s sort of inherited dude. I am native, as my parents were, and their parents. I am native 24/7! That a lot of fucking time isnt it! No retirement from that. I love it though.
It also means we have to deal with fucks like you all our life too! I would really like to retire from that.
Have a nice day and “calm the fuck down”!“These social justice bloggers need to calm the fuck down,” said the young white male blogger, bewildered and angered by the idea that anyone could take issue with a world that suits him so perfectly.
Satisfied at having put those uppity morons in their place with a blast of pure unadulterated logic and reason, he tips his fedora forward and kicks back in his chair. A smug smile parts his thin lips, “now it’s time for some Pokemon.”
^^^
(Source: fothefox-blog)
