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Anne Hathaway with The Princess Diaries producer Whitney Houston

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WHAT?!

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Please tell me you knew she was a producer in this movie.

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………………..

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Girl yes, this and the Cheetah Girls.

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Didn’t know either of that.

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Whitney cared about uplifting young women and mentoring them. Her doing these movies was just an example of how much she cared.

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It bothers me how this isn’t promoted, like everything else the world knows about whitney.

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^^^^ there you go… Smh.

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“We were pretty poor back in Mexico. My parents were divorced. Mom did the best she could. She was always a hustler. She’d sell jewelry, or food, or anything that she could. But a lot of nights there still wouldn’t be enough to eat. We’d survive on tortillas and salt. I was only eight when we came to America. So I was too young to understand. I think my mom thought she could make some money and bring us home. She thought she’d learn English, and maybe start a business. But it was so much harder than she expected. We moved so much looking for work. She’s fifty and she still cleans houses every day. Every year she gets more worn down. She’s been getting sick a lot lately. But she can’t afford to stop. She never will. Right now I’m in school. I always thought I had to be the best student because I’m undocumented. I thought I’d go to law school, or graduate school. But now I’m not so sure. My mom would literally destroy her body to make that happen for me. How could I allow that to happen? I’m a Dreamer. And everyone loves the Dreamers because we’re a perfect package to sell. But why am I the only one who gets the chance to feel safe? Whenever I hear ‘I stand with Dreamers,’ I always think about my mom. I’m not willing to throw her under the bus. I’m not willing to be a bargaining chip to make her seem like a criminal. Everything people admire about Dreamers is because of our parents.”

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Does this make sense?

I think it’s really easy to forget how magical the world is. In fact, I do it all the time. I don’t mean magic in the “ghosts, unicorns, and wizards” kind of way, but more in the ethereal, unbelievable brilliance of it all, how-the-hell-could-a-place-like-this-even-exist kind of way. Once we step outside the realm of the man and back into nature, it’s easy to see how our ancestors had such wild imaginations. Stories of gods, personifications of inanimate objects, connections with things like trees and water that we hear about and laugh at now. I’ll just write it off as a metaphor, right? But there must’ve been some unrelenting awe for the space around them that inspired all of these stories, legends, and ideas. Some life force had to be behind the initial drive to create. People told stories because they understood that they didn’t understand anything. Any explanation or deity was as good an explanation as any! The world around them was so unpredictable, beautiful, brutal, and extraordinary, that there really wasn’t much else to do!

Being surrounded by so much man made can make man forget why man made in the first place.

Every man made thing is just a road sign for an idea that nature already perfected. When surrounded by buildings and cars, and metal and asphalt, it’s easy to make assumptions; assumptions that we know everything. By boxing ourselves into our made up world with our made up toys, we created a world that we could digest and understand, but in that process we killed the magic that inspired it for us.

Now, just because it’s all we see around us, does not mean it is true. While huge skyscrapers mimic mountains, all they do is serve as an idea for a thing we used to revere. But there is no magic in a skyscraper; sure it’s impressive, and can be beautiful, but no one stops to wonder how it got there because we know exactly how it got there. It’s a much different experience to stare at a sunset and wonder how it got there.

We took our attention away from the magnificence of what was already here — because we can never hope to understand it — and traded it for answers, even if they aren’t necessarily correct. They’re just simple. But all it takes is to go outside, and I don’t mean outside of your apartment, I mean outside of cities, of towns, and of man made lodges. All it takes is to remind ourselves that we don’t know anything before we can accept the magic back in.