i went to the Met twice in NYC, the first time w/Kayla, the second time alone. I was walking through the second time, trying to get more pictures and better looks in the Greek and Roman art, when paused to glance at one of the art students sketching a sculpture, which was pretty common. I was approached by an older man.
I am so, so sorry for any confusion that Sansa post caused, and I know that it was absolutely my fault for waiting until after I reblogged it to look into it.
You guys know how much I love Sansa, and I promise any anxiety or anger felt reading it, I felt too. It was awful, and in the future I promise to be more diligent and to avoid spreading false information.
THIS article is referring to sansa’s attempted rape scene (the mob scene) in season 2. As far as we know, there will be NO rape scene in this season, it’s just typical Daily Mail shitty “journalism”
you guys after I reblogged it I looked & started googling stuff, and I couldn’t find anything concrete that was current. I apologize for the confusion. The article is intentionally misleading, being purposely vague and referring to her as 18, when she would’ve been 16 during the filming of that scene. Unless further information surfaces, it’s safe to say it’s definitely a false alarm.
75 years ago, on this date, Billie Holiday recorded a song that Time Magazine would call song of the century: Strange Fruit, a song written about a lynching in the South.
Holiday first performed the song at Cafe Society in 1939. She said that singing it made her fearful of retaliation but, because its imagery reminded her of her father, she continued to sing the piece making it a regular part of her live performances. Because of the poignancy of the song, Josephson drew up some rules: Holiday would close with it; the waiters would stop all service in advance; the room would be in darkness except for a spotlight on Holiday’s face; and there would be no encore. During the musical introduction, Holiday would stand with her eyes closed, as if she were evoking a prayer.
A man made a joke and tried to put his hands on me.
I told him in the same joking tone “you even try, I’ll punch you. Don’t touch me” and he said coldly I needed to ‘lighten the fuck up,’ and then something along the lines of ‘people touch you everyday.’
I said no. You don’t touch me.