help, I'm alive.
Oh yeah, that’s me.

Oh yeah, that’s me.

ohyousillypotato:

And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.

The blogger is a shy, docile creature…

… that prefers the darkness…

… and tends to be wary of the outside world.

The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.

We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…

… but to no avail.

When you see the differences between affluent neighborhoods and poor black and brown neighborhoods, the contrasts are visually stunning. Take for example Columbia University where I live and work, there are high quality restaurants, healthy supermarket, and there are even gardens of fresh fruits and vegetables. However if you just head uptown on Broadway, you will know when you’ve arrived in a poor community of color because suddenly there are 24 hour liquor stores, candy stores, bodegas, fast food joints, and Chinese take-out. There are fewer supermarkets and real restaurants. When you do see a supermarket, the meat isn’t fresh and it has a bad smell to it. To make matters worse, liquor stores because of their convenience becomes a central place where people buy food. The visual of these contrasts are deeply depressing.

The physical and geographical barriers to accessing healthy food in food deserts are substantial.

Marc Lamont Hill, professor, activist, talk show host, and author of the article, Food Justice Is Racial Justice.
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You had me at tv and tasty sandwiches, and lost me at sparkly dreams.

You had me at tv and tasty sandwiches, and lost me at sparkly dreams.

Krysten! I made you lunch.

Now I’m depressed about the inside of my fridge.
I want a coconut.

Now I’m depressed about the inside of my fridge.

I want a coconut.

I know people hate this shit, but it’s me and other amber, right?

I know people hate this shit, but it’s me and other amber, right?