The beauty of dark skin

[Fireball]

<looks over shoulder to make sure wife isn't looking> Beyonce and Halle Berry are smoking hot. Though I will admit that my wife is smoking hot, too. Strawberries instead of blackberries, but what the heck.

The boyfriend couldn't get Halle Berry to be his wife, so he settled for me.

You look about as much like Halley Berry as I look like Ursula Andress...which is pretty much zero, beyond having a non-feathery humanoid structure.

[Rev. Rye]

You know, you can use Imgfit for such a large photo. And if that's still too big, Google Image Search still allows people to search by image (even if it's a hassle to do a direct view), so you can find a good copy of it in a more manageable size. That photo of the two Muslim girls I posted earlier? The original size is about 1400x1800. Good for looking at and getting every detail, but more than a little frustrating for a forum like this.

Case in point:

[KevinM1]

I'm on my PS4's shitty browser, so not really.

EDIT: GIS sucks on this thing because it simply brings me to the page an image is on, rather than the image itself. Bing's image search is superior in that respect. And there's no right click anything on here. And the PS4's browser has a memory leak, especially re: JavaScript which can cause the whole console to crash. So, my options on here are incredibly limited.

[Rev. Rye]

Well, you can manually type "Imgfit" into code tags. Then again, looking for smaller versions of one photo can be very difficult (if not impossible) for mobile browsers. My iPad Safari browser doesn't even bother to recognise size, because when you can just zoom in and out with your fingers, why bother? Why didn't you tell us your browser was preventing you from finding this?

[KevinM1]

Because it's not a big deal? Clicking on a hide button is trivial.

[Rev. Rye]

Because it's not a big deal?  Clicking on a hide button is trivial.

Really, either one is trivial.

[ignoramus]

I don't care what shade of skin they have as long as it's pink inside like my steak!

[Edwardo Piet]

Everyone loves Halle Berry hehe. She was my first crush. And she’s still my favorite.

Something we share in common

She's my first crush too unless you don't count celebrity crushes

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I don't care what shade of skin they have as long as it's pink inside like my steak!

I like mine medium rare.

And, strangely, how often I have bloody stakes correlates strongly with how much my vegan family preaches at me about veganism. They're only hurting themselves.

I can't morally defend it... but the primary purpose of my life is to enjoy the one life I have.

[Whitewolf]

The beauty of light skin

[Rev. Rye]

This might not be the sort of post people Kit had in mind when starting this thread, but I figured I'd put this here.

I recently got into Seal:





How did this happen? Well, here comes another installment in the saga of "Rev won't shut up about this film from 1930." Despite being all about jazz, an art form that more or less owes its existence to black people, there's remarkably little black presence in King of Jazz for reasons that should be depressingly obvious for 1930; in film at the time, black people were either relegated to be servants to the white leads, or, maybe, as developed later in the decade, black performers performing their acts in such a way that they could be easily excised for Southern markets. The only exception I can think of at the time is the boxer with the rabbit's foot in Chaplin's City Lights; Chaplin being Chaplin, he was allowed to keep him. Since the film's structure didn't allow for servant characters, Universal hadn't thought of the idea of segregating the film with its own token black performance, and they were banking on this film being a huge hit, the black presence in the film ended up being limited (possibly by Paul Whiteman's lobbying, as the people doing the DVD commentary suggest) to a brief cameo by a little girl who was only on for less than 10 seconds and wasn't even credited with a name other than Snowdrop, possibly some of the arrangements used in the film were done by black musicians (who didn't play in the orchestra itself because the racist society had him by the balls), and this "African Voodoo Dance" used to introduce "Rhapsody in Blue."





Remarkably, though it is technically blackface, since Jacques Cartier wasn't actually black, and they put him in a ridiculous headdress that I highly doubt any of the 3,000 or so ethnicities of Africa use, it's not as bad as one might expect. It's not a minstrel show, and it's not exactly perpetuating any horrible stereotypes about the black people we left in Africa (although I'm fairly certain Voodoo is more a Carribean thing). It's some damn faint praise, but there is one thing I legitimately find fascinating: the composition and aesthetics of the dance are incredible. I found myself thinking about the Seal album cover  I posted above, and then, when looking further, I found this was the cover of his next album after that:





Yes, it looks like it could have been done for King of Jazz, if the makers of the film had any desire to be authentic, or were allowed to be so, in any case. Inspired by this, I decided that the next time I came to the library, I'd start getting whichever Seal CDs they had (so far, only a hits collection and the 1994 album). I also considered adding Seal to my list of Ravinia concerts, but, alas, it turned out I had pre-existing obligations the day he performed, so I had to give it a miss.