МАТЮК!

a girl in her Meg from Hercules era

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

Из всех аббревиатур и явлений, с которыми нас познакомили коллективные англосаксы, самое богомерзкое и противоестественное — это, безусловно, культура чаевых 🤢🤢🤢

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

Существование нормы «брелоки» меня убивает. Буквально никогда не слышала, чтобы живой человек так говорил

[roro, PhD @fuglibetty]

The cyclist is a disarming evil; he possesses all the arrogance of the driver with all the victim complex of a pedestrian

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

Вы помните, когда зарегистрировались в X? Я — да. #МояГодовщинаВX

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Когда ты скидываешь человеку рилс, а потом замечаешь, что он не только чате поставил лайк, но и на самом видео ❤️❤️❤️

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

В детстве любила застывать с улыбкой перед зеркалом и представлять, что это будет моя фотография на памятник 🪦💀

[yashi ⁺₊☾✝︎ @arugokushi]

is anyone else addicted to using ellipses… i can’t stop… it just captures my intended whimsy perfectly… girl who speaks purely in trailing thoughts

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

это просто её коллега с работы проявляет дружелюбие. Но оказалось, что это совершенно нам незнакомая женщина, которая просто ехала с нами в одном поезде и заметила, как красиво солнце переливалось на моем лице.

Эта история произошла в 2018 году. Храню её dearly в своем сердце

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

просто хочу зафиксировать здесь, что в моей жизни была подобная ситуация

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Еще одна история мне на память:

Дело было в Германии. Мы с тетей выехали в магазин в город. Неожиданно к нам подходит женщина и говорит, что я очень красивая и как красиво у меня светятся глаза/лицо на солнце. Они еще о чем-то побеседовали с тетей, и я решила, что

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@arabeski_ @Rusanovsky Лол

[tara @proletarat]

It’s an extra step to turn autocaps off and we all know it. Not so nonchalant after all!

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

На планете земля вообще осталось какое-то место, куда не кринжово съездить? Чтобы все увидели фотки и подумали «вау реально давно этого не видел»

[Ty Ngachira @anto_ty]

When Tyla said she is not Black but Coloured, she was not speaking into the American conversation about race at all. She was speaking in the language of her own country, shaped by its own history. Yet her words detonated in America as though they had been aimed there. This is what happens when a nation has spent a century convincing the world that its definitions are the only ones that matter.

America’s greatest export has never been war. It has never been democracy. It has never been freedom. America’s greatest export is the dream of itself.

It is not that the films are inherently better. It is not that the music contains some mystical note absent elsewhere. What America has, and what it has always had, is money, reach, and a machinery built to make its image the centre of the world.

This was not accidental. It was policy. It was the soft arm of empire. To project yourself outward until your face is the first one people recognise in the mirror.

And so the American way of life became the default. Other cultures were filed into two neat drawers: savage if they challenged the story, exotic if they could be sold back to you.

If you are Black, your first cinematic self was likely African American, the rapper, the sitcom character, the hero of a Spike Lee joint. If you are white in Europe or Australia, it was the white faces of American sitcoms and stadium tours. Whoever you were, your first image of yourself came with an American accent.

Over time, Americans began to believe the story they had written. When you grow up in the country that built itself into the cultural Mecca, it is easy to think you are the best simply because you are on top. You forget, or never know, that the game was fixed long before you played it.

But the monopoly is breaking. Nigeria’s Nollywood now speaks across oceans. South Korean dramas leap borders. India’s Bollywood never needed permission to fill theatres. Spanish thrillers keep strangers awake at night. Slumdog Millionaire, Squid Game, Money Heist, Shōgun — all aimed partly at the American market because that is where the money is, but no longer about America.

And here is the thing. Black Americans, who fought to be seen in their own country, became the global face of Blackness. That is a remarkable achievement. It was also made possible by the same system that excluded everyone else. Now Africans, Caribbeans, and Afro-Latins tell their own stories without making room for American centrality, and the absence is noticed.

We grew up watching you. You did not grow up watching us. And now the internet has levelled the ground just enough for others to speak without hesitation. Tyla’s words land differently because the world no longer accepts America as the only arbiter of meaning.

America’s greatest export was never its art. It was the power to decide which art, and which identities, the world would see. That power is no longer yours alone. There is both justice and loss in that.

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

до чего все-таки люди перестали стесняться своих предпочтений..

заказываешь пиццу, о том, что она с ананасом, даже в названии написано нигде не будет.. узнаешь по факту

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

Так больно смотреть на чужую шлицу пальто, что не можешь разрезать…

[МАТЮК! @olya_m_]

жизнь имитирует мемы