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July 28th, 2014: Out and about in New York City

How problematic

im gonna fuckin throw up

Okay, okay calm down, people.

While you are all losing your mind over ‘cultural appropriation” of an Indian dress, nobody actually consulted THE INDIANS. 

In our country, if a foreigner wears an Indian saree, we actually appreciate it. It shows that the foreigner respects us enough to try our clothes. And the saree, mind you, is not a religious thing. Hindus can wear sarees, Muslims can wear sarees, Sikh’s can wear sarees, Jain’s can wear sarees and so on.

Like Americans have short dresses, compare that with sarees. Going to a party? Saree. Going to temple? Saree, and so on.

Some Indians wear it, some don’t. Some hate it and think its oppressing, some love embracing the unique style.

Point is, don’t hate on her for wearing this. Don’t hate on anyone for wearing sarees or any variations of sarees. We love to see others embracing our culture. Why do you think we open our gates to allow everyone to practice yoga and find spiritual meaning?

Culture is not meant to be kept within four walls, it should be spread.

I did not know this. That is really interesting to find out. Thanks for the information.

"Culture is not meant to be kept within four walls, it should be spread."

A couple of years ago my company sent me to Chennai for 3 months. During the first week the women there took me to buy my first saree. Over the course of three months I bought a suitcase full of them (and 80kg of books and tons of bangles) but was still a bit weary to wear them. During my final days I finally wore my favorite two. One a simple grey/white cotton one and a beautiful black/orange/gold one and everybody in the office loved it. They gave me matching bangles and even put sindoor (the red power that married hindu women put on their forehead/part, and took me to the cinema.
Chennai is not a very touristy city so I caused quite a stir but not one person on the street or at the cinema looked me with anything but appreciation.
Still, I only wear them to indian festivals here in Vienna.

I ran out of comic storage again. So this weekend’s project was to pimp a long box.

When my (meager) comic book collection became too big for the space left on my book shelf I started to look around for storage that would look nice in my reading nook. Imagine my disappointment when all I found was stuff that was ok for a basement den or closet but not for a nice “grownup” living room.

In the end I decided I would “enhance” some of the cardboard storage boxes. I cut up comics that I either did not want to read again, accidently had bought twice, or had ruined thanks to my inability to eat breakfast without making a mess.

I bought some decoupage glue and big brushes and went to work. Oh, and this time I wore disposable gloves, which was a very good idea.