When I explain cultural misappropriation to children, I use the example of The Nightmare Before Christmas.
It’s effective because especially for children, who don’t have enough historical context to understand much of the concept, you can still fully grasp the idea.
There was nothing wrong with Jack seeing the beauty and differences in Christmas town, it’s when he tried to take what is unique about Christmas town away from those it originally belonged to without understanding the full context of Christmas things is when everything went wrong.
When Jack tries to get the folk of Halloween town to make Christmas gifts for children, etc., children understand that the Halloween town folk do not have the full context for the objects they are making, and they are able to see that the direct repercussions and consequences are very harmful.
what i like about this is the implication that if jack had taken the time to understand christmas town, bringing christmas to halloween town would not have been harmful. that’s how it works, folks. cultural sharing is GOOD, it’s only misappropriation when it’s done in ignorance and disrespect.
So it’s not just accidentally removing things form their context; he has intentionally disregard the meaning of the rituals he purports to be recreating, making them more fun for the recreaters but not like what the rituals are supposed to be and without the related significance.
This is the best way to conceptualize the wrong way to share culture I have ever seen and I think I finally get where people are coming from when they talk about “cultural appropriation.”
Hey anon😊 i’m taking a long time filling these because ~~work~~ but i will do them when i can 😀
45- “I’m your lock screen?!” – “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
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“Okay, I think we can try with a timer now,” says Tin after checking Can’s answers on the English vocab sheet he was helping him with. “See if you can do fifty words in less than a minute.”
“That’s almost one word per second, Tin. I’m not good, I will fuck up,” Cand says dejectedly.
“Fine, I’ll give you one minute and twenty seconds, how about that?”
“Okay,” sighs Can, clearly not happy about this and pouting a little. He takes his phone out of his pocket and makes a face at it.
“I’m out of battery, looks like we can’t time me, that’s too bad, really, what a shame,” he smiles ruefully at Tin.
Tin, without a word, points at his own phone, lying on the library table between them. As if by fate, the second Can looks at it the screen lights up with an incoming text, clearly showing a picture of Can on the football field, taken from the bleachers.
“I’m your lockscreen?!” Can blurts out.
Tin is frozen for only a second before he sighs and owns up to it. He has nothing to loose anyway: Can already knows how he feels. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he admits, “but yes. I actually made a little slideshow with pictures of you, so each time I unlock my phone I see a different one.”
“Tin, what the fuck.”
“I was serious when I said I like you, Cantaloupe,” Tin says, unnaffected by the reveal of his lovey-dovey side.
Let’s admit it, Tin will probably save Can’s number under a disgusting sweet nickname. Baby Love? Darling Sweet Monkey? My Can Baby? TELL ME NOW, WHAT IS IT, TIN?!
Its just the name my cantaloupe with a single heart and Cans is
Ai asshole with the same little heart emoji
@sweet-horror-idiot i see truth and nothing but the truth here, yes absolutely 😁
Summary: Tin kissed Can to shut him up. It was supposed to be a one time thing.
But things quickly escalated after that.Because of course they would.
Excerpt:
“Oh, wait,” Pete offers his phone to Tin. “Can wants to talk to you.”
“Hey,” Tin greets him.
“Oy, Ai Tin, why are you asking my friends about me ?”
“It’s not like I have your number to talk to you directly,” Tin replies in an annoyed tone.
“Ugh, right,” Can grumbles. “What do you want?”
“Don’t eat anything and wait for me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because,” Tin starts in an exasperated voice. “I’m gonna take you to eat sushi.”
There’s silence at the other side of the line.
“Why?”
Tin sighs, silently begging for patience to any deity that could be listening to him. “Remember you told me I should take responsibility for being an asshole? This is me taking it. Or do you prefer canteen food?”
“Ai Tin, don’t be mean,” Can says, prolonging the last word as he usually does when he’s around his friends.
The Last Good Bar 
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