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I want to hear different ideas of how the Mass Relays work. Not how they create a massless corridor (that answer is Underlying Space Magic of the Universe), but how they interface with current civilizations. How does the secondary relay — which has multiple possible destinations — know which one to send you to? Do you tell it? Do you approach from a certain angle? How did the modern civilizations figure out how to talk to this ancient technology, if they have to talk to it?
To me, the core of that attraction is that she is a better reporter than he is. Think about being Superman for a second. The Olympic record for weightlifting is 1,038 lbs., but you could lift more than that as a child. The record for the 100 meter dash is 9.58 seconds, but you can travel over 51 miles in that time. Going to Vegas? You don’t need your X-Ray vision to win at Blackjack, because you can just count the cards while holding down a conversation about nuclear physics. Without really trying, you are better at just about everything than anyone else in the world.
However, (as Mark Waid once pointed out in a podcast with Marv Wolfman) none of that really translates to your chosen profession. Typing really fast does not help your prose. Being able to lift a tank does not help you convince a source to go on record. It is as near to competing straight up with normal people as Superman would ever be capable of. Even then, it comes easily enough to him that you get a pretty lofty perch at a great paper very early in your career. It is just in this one context, there is someone better than you are: Lois Lane.
As mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent, you reach up for the first time in your life and she rejects you.
To me, it is an inversion of the Luthor story. Luthor sees someone above him and feels hate. Superman sees someone above him and feels love.
Well that sure was a sub-optimal, very sad, but dramatically satisfying ME2 run.
For context, I played through ME2 again thinking I’d do two things I hadn’t done before, to make it interesting: focus on using biotic combos, and (since biotics would be important) romance either Miranda or Jack and then continue the romance in ME3.
Another piece of context: I’m a little obsessive about the Suicide Mission and I’ve never had a playthrough that was very far from optimal (EXCEPT for losing Mordin once when I left him to hold the line). That said, I usually play pretty safe and come in pretty prepared - so I wasn’t too aware of some places where you can run into trouble.
Many of you may have read this incendiary piece by Arab-American writer Randa Jarrar that appeared on Salon this week, condemning white women who belly dance. It’s part of a series of essays by feminists of color curated by Twitterati darling Roxane Gay—and if you’re not following her, remedy that, because her reputation for 140-character wit is well earned. Jarrar’s piece is unabashedly—and to many people, perplexingly—furious, condemning without exception the white/western appropriation of raqs sharqi, “eastern dance,” the conglomerate of Mediterranean traditions we call belly dancing. White women, she says, should stick to their own art forms, and not attempt to achieve self-actualization “on Arab women’s backs.”
This generalization is so bare of nuance that the The Internet took immediate offense. Various rebuttals have been published, pointing out that if everybody is required to stick to the artistic traditions of their own ethnic group, we’d have to take away YoYo Ma’s cello, get rid of all those fusion food trucks in LA, and tell Russian ballet dancers to hang up their toe shoes. (This response by Conor Friedersdorf in The Atlantic is probably the most eloquent; if you’d like a snapshot of the general reaction, I’d start there.)
All these observations are true, and I myself am very wary of the ultraconservative, “everybody go back to their corner” attitude that has arisen recently in western postcolonial discourse. I understand why it exists, but it has the potential to cause great harm, not least because it operates under the false assumption that culture is a kind of science, and impure or problematic influences can be titrated out to achieve ethnic and cultural purity. This should be both familiar and alarming. (This attitude is, interestingly, more or less absent from the current postcolonial discourse in the Middle East—in other words, the very lands Randa Jarrar is talking about—where more globalist ideologies are taking root instead. The youth movements of the Arab Spring—which condemned western imperialist adventures while maintaining deep ties to parallel western youth movements—were a perfect example. But that’s another essay.)
However, and this is a BIG however, the criticisms of Jarrar’s article are themselves lacking in nuance. Arab culture is used and misused in very particular ways in the modern west, often to serve specific political agendas, so it’s dishonest to pretend YoYo Ma and a white belly dancer is an apples-to-apples comparison.
In 2007, when my husband and I moved back to the US from Cairo, where I had lived since the advent of Bush II, I was stunned, on a daily basis (yes, daily, that is not an exaggeration), by the level of anti-Arab sentiment in US media and pop culture. I assumed that things must have been getting better as we healed from 9/11, but in fact, they were getting notably worse. Arabic music in a movie meant that terrorists were coming. Arab women were everywhere—on book covers, as set dressing in films, milling around behind Intrepid Reports on location on CNN—yet they never spoke (though they sometimes wailed), their backs were always turned, and they were always covered up. There was nothing safe to watch on television. Even sitcoms that ostensibly had nothing whatsoever to do with the Middle East or Islam would use one or the other as a dig, a jab, the punchline of a joke. We finally canceled our cable subscription. We were essentially paying $50 per month for micro aggression.
Arab culture had become shorthand for barbarism. What is truly sad is that it seemed almost innocent—if you want to subtly cue a moviegoing audience for the entrance of a terrorist, of course you play Arabic music. We would never suggest that individual Arabs can’t be good people (of course not), but as a group, they are unredeemable. This was the message. It was so deeply embedded in the status quo that there wasn’t even any emotion surrounding it; it simply was.
The takeaway for Arabs in the west is that they should be careful about appearing too Arab. I have walked around in public with men wearing galabayyas and turbans; you should see the looks of sheer horror they occasion. In a thousand different ways, they are told that Arab culture is something to be overcome, not celebrated. So to wade into this psychological morass, extract one piece of Arab culture—belly dancing—and declare it clean and empowering, especially when you, a white woman, perform it, is indeed deeply problematic. I do not buy that the mainstream acceptance of belly dancing has somehow helped to normalize Arab culture as a whole. The very suggestion is laughable, if not insulting. I do not see how you could both own a television and hold this opinion.
Does this mean white women should give up belly dancing? With respect to Randa Jarrar, I don’t think that would be fair or productive. But it would be great if there could be more awareness about where these lines are drawn, and what life is really like for Arab women (and particularly immigrant Arab women) in the current political climate. When you shimmy around a stage in a hip band and call yourself Aliya Selim and receive praise and encouragement, while the real Aliya Selims are shortening their names to Ally and wondering if their accent is too strong to land that job interview, if the boss will look askance at their headscarf, if the kids at school are going to make fun of their children, guess what: you are exercising considerable privilege. This is not an accusation or a judgment, it is a fact. You are not a bad person. But you owe it to the actual Aliya Selims to grapple with these issues in an honest way. Nobody is asking you to fix the world—just to look that privilege steadily in the face. That’s all.
yea I’m so pissed about it even after a week. blech. Guess it’s an excuse to start over and play more though :P
My whole life seems to be excuses to replay Mass Effect games, one after another.
It’s funny how oddly unique and irreplaceable a video game save is for a game like that, though. I’m playing Walking Dead, which also carries your choices through, and as I loaded up the new episode that came out this week I was idly like, “Huh, what if something happened and my save is gone and I’ve lost everything OH MY GOD THAT’S TOO BAD TO CONTEMPLATE.
YOU CAN DO IT. I was the ultimate paragade and I somehow pulled it off.
I hope you’re right! The charm/intimidate system is the one thing I really don’t like about 2, which I think is arguably the strongest of the trilogy otherwise. But being explicitly punished for roleplaying is SO frustrating.
One of my favorite theater artists, Idina Menzel, got hugely dissed at the Oscars. She came onstage to perform and was introduced as “Adela Tazeem” - or something quite like that. John Travolta (who introduced her) is getting a lot of flack for putting his foot in her big moment, but I say: better to light a candle than curse the darkness.
So this is a post to celebrate the fabulous Idina Menzel. If you don’t know her well, get to know her better! If you do, read on and sigh wistfully about how great she is!
Here’s the tldr for you:
Idina Menzel is a performer with incredible poise, power and charisma. She’s a wonderful actress and a world-class singer. Most importantly, she imbues the women she plays on stage and screen with both power and a rich emotional life: characters like Maureen, Elphaba and Elsa are mighty, compelling, and beautifully, humanly flawed.
They have meant a lot to me and to untold numbers of people around the world. They are exactly the sorts of characters we need more of, and Idina is exactly the sort of performer we need to see more of.
1) I can’t find anything that says he is dyslexic other than that article. It says, with no source with an incredibly sketchy source that looks like it might be a disguised ad, that he’s spoken about how scientology helped him with dyslexia. I can’t find any reference to that, although Tom Cruise has said something to that effect, which leads me to wonder if that article has them confused.
Let me be very clear that I am not saying he isn’t dyslexic, nor do I need proof that he is - if he’s said it before, I believe him. It’s just that I can’t find any reference to him being dyslexic that predates the Oscars, or that amounts to something other than someone who doesn’t know him saying “he’s dyslexic.”
2) If you are a super big movie star and you are going onstage to introduce somebody who is not as big a movie star as you, You Have To Get Their Name Right.
First, you should know their name.
Second, you should have spoken their name out loud before you go onstage.
Third, you should have said it to other people, many times, and asked them if you are saying it correctly. Ideally you should speak to the person whose name it is, and ask them to correct you!
Fourth, emphasis on “many times.” You Have To Get Their Name Right.
You should not being relying on reading their name off a teleprompter - that’s true regardless of whether you are dyslexic or not.
If John Travolta is dyslexic, we shouldn’t be mocking his misreading of a teleprompter. Regardless of whether he is dyslexic or not, we should be angry at his lack of respect for Idina Menzel and the audience watching the Oscars.
EDIT: The statement that Travolta has spoken about dyslexia is sourced - to something really sketchy that looks like an ad somebody wrote for their snake oil dyslexia cure.
“Superman spent his childhood baling hay on a farm, he’s a working class hero and people don’t like that. Whereas Batman is a billionaire who sleeps until three in the afternoon, puts on a rubber suit and beats the shit out of poor people. Now that’s a wish fulfillment fantasy.”—
Grant Morrison during a panel at the Edinburgh Book Festival (via operationfailure)
Funny because I just argued about this point about Batman only a few short days with a guy who, otherwise, is intelligent and well spoken. Yet, this idea that Clark is an “othered” figure was totally lost on him.
This is why it doesn’t just make me angry but actually makes me uncomfortable when dudebros get super excited about Batman beating the shit out of Superman.
The last 3 live action adaptations of Superman—-all of which found huge audiences—-have particularly focused on this idea that Clark Kent grows up feeling othered. (In one of those adapations, Clark Kent was actually played by an actor who is bi-racial and was abandoned by his father at a young age btw.)
In several of these adapations, Clark Kent learning to accept his body and accept his heritage balanced with his intense love and identification as a human is not only a right of passage but the driving force of his identity and self-discovery. The fact that a lot of this self-discovery also often includes a human female who accepts him fully and without fear or persecution for his “otherness” is vital and important. Superman is not supposed to be “wish fufillment” for all of your white, male privileged bullshit, guys. He’s also not supposed to be wish fufillment for those of you that believe that if you had Superman’s physical power and looks you would obviously use them to bang the hottest girl in the world AKA Wonder Woman. He’s not supposed to be wish fufillment for your shallow, macho BULLSHIT. He was wish fufillment for two Jewish men who longed to be accepted in a world torn with bigotry and oppression and longed for the love of a human working woman that worked one desk over.
So when I see people talking about how “awesome” it would be for Batman to come into Superman’s movie and “beat the shit out of him”….I’m not just annoyed with you. I’m not just angry at you. You actually make me uncomfortable. Your thoughts about fictional icons and myths make me uncomfortable. I’m uncomfortable with you taking a unique and special male icon that actually is meant to challenge oppression and bogging him down with your god forsaken privilege.
1. all of this is wonderful and good and ghostorballoons actually enlightened me to the fact that superman’s original basis was the strong man, who is pretty important in jewish american iconography so even taking away his “stupid underwear” as so many people have wanted to do for so long (and succeeded) is actually an effort to remove superman from his roots as a jewish figure.
Dean Cain. His background looks mostly flavors of White, but his paternal grandfather is Japanese. He was born in 1966 as Dean George Tanaka, but his wikipedia page says his mother married film director Christopher Cain in 1969, so… (Also Christopher Cain adopted Dean and his brother)
Also Superman himself is adopted and an illegal alien. Let’s not forget that. He accepts both his birth family and his adopted family as family and doesn’t make one family more important or “real” than the other. He has both parents and they love each other and their son very much. It’s not the typical adoption story that we tell, where the birth family is called the “real parents” and either the child or the adopted family is vilified.
I’ve made a new text adventure called CandyShell Saga!
A word of explanation about the title, originally I started this game for Candy Jam. When I missed the deadline I decided to just keep rolling and make the game a little bigger than I’d originally planned.
It’s a game about mechs fighting monsters after the end of the world and I hope you enjoy it!
What is a safe space? My goddaughter majors in philosophy and women’s studies (but already has credits in the WSJ, so I’m not worried), but she’s in Cambridge, and if I called her, she’d freak, and her mother would do worse.
I gather that some of the most able minds of my generation are talking about safe spaces, and I can honestly say I don’t know WTF they are. For me, a “safe space” is the well-analyzed and educated gray matter I use to solve problems. Sometimes.
If I’d wanted a safe space, I’d have gotten a lobotomy and a spouse named Torvald Helmer and lived in most places that are not New York.
That is probably bravado, but still. I’d be glad of an explanation that isn’t a lecture.
Safe space is where everybody thinks like you and you don’t have to deal with anything dangerous, e.g., disagreement.
A safe space in the real sense is a place where for possibly the only time in your life you don’t have to constantly defend your right to exist. And as someone who has in fact spent her entire life so far defending her right to exist, let me tell you that the idea presented here - that they’re coddle-spaces for those too weak and sad and privileged to suffer an opposing opinion - can only come from someone who has rarely or never had to do it.
They are not coddling spaces. They are shelter in the typhoon.
"An explanation that isn’t a lecture", huh? Try this one on for size:
Safe space is what I was looking for when I crawled under the side-table or behind the armchair, trying to escape another beating. Safe space is what I was looking for when I read every fantasy and adventure book my local library afforded, trying to find somebody at all like me. Safe space is where I fled from the parents who told me I was a dangerous psychopath only they could control; safe space is where I went to discover that I could allow myself to exist. Safe space is where I dared to touch the idea that gay people might exist, that I might not have to become the ideal cishet femme doormat in order to be worthy of love, that I was allowed to say no.
No. “No.” Do you know how hard that is to say? Do you know, when you can’t even speak to a perfectly nice professor without a table in between because your whole body is convinced he’s about to break your neck for no reason, do you know how hard it is to stand up and say, “No, this is my boundary”? “No, I will not do this”? “No, I choose to do this and it is my choice”?
Safe space is where I got to practice: where people said, “Do you want to go to the park? It’s okay to say no.” “Can I hug you? It’s okay to say no.” Safe space is where the rules are made explicit, where everyone is required to be kind, so that people like me who were broken and ground down and crumbled into powder, can slowly and carefully reconstitute ourselves; so that someday, when we choose, if we choose, we can be those strong unyielding bastions of rock that are the only things some assholes will respect.
The “funny” thing is that this discussion was taking place in an internet forum where a bunch of like-minded SF/F writers got together to agree with each other at length. In short, a kind of virtual “space” for them to go, where they could feel like, I don’t know, people would affirm them and their views so they could speak completely candidly? What’s the word you would use for that?
Btw you cool cats, one of the best games I played in 2013 is now available on Steam: The Yawhg.
The Yawhg is a story-based multiplayer game for up to four players. Each player controls a character going through daily life in a fantasy city, while the ominous Yawhg grows closer and closer every day.
It’s a game about community, and how life is what happens when you’re making other plans. It’s text-based (you’ll never get a game over because you didn’t react fast enough), it has beautiful art and music, and it’s really just delightful and fun to sit down with a few friends and play.
Headcanon Wednesday: Gianna Parasini in the Reaper War
Interstellar corporations, especially in high-tech fields where competition is fierce and proprietary research is your most valuable and fragile asset, are almost pathologically secretive and selfish. After the Reapers invade, while the rest of the galaxy is pulling together and fighting back, the upper echelons of many interstellar corps go into deep hiding, and start positioning themselves to grab market share after the war is over by hoarding research data, industrial assets, and key personnel.
After the Noveria Development Corporation and many of its client corporations refuse to cooperate with the Crucible Project, agents of the Shadow Broker reach out to Gianna Parasini. Once she understands what the Crucible is, Gianna turns double agent. She spends the next several months stealing research data and helping corporate researchers - many of whom are being coerced to stay in hidden, top secret facilities across the galaxy for the duration of the war by their employers - to escape and join the Crucible Project.
The suits become aware that they have a mole - but Gianna is their top agent, and she is put in charge into the investigation, allowing her to keep working. She manages to stall her employers until the final days of the war.
Ultimately the attempt by various corporations to turtle is unsuccessful; their hidden bases are found and destroyed, their dark networks are disrupted, their leadership is annihilated. Gianna is extracted at the last possible moment from Noveria by contacts in the Crucible Project. She spends the last frantic days before the attack on Earth pitching in at the Crucible construction site as an admin, keeping organizational work off the shoulders of military and science personnel and helping any way she can.
David, while I applaud your concern for Bill, and our family, I think you may have either misconstrued the facts or fallen victim to relying on false/spotty information. The Mantlo family is not, and was not, put into financial ruin by the tragedy that befell Bill. Yes, I agree that the shabby treatment by his insurance carrier at the time was disgraceful, but in reality he received an incredible amount of coverage (over $2 MILLION in less than 3 years), and like virtually every other policyholder in this country, he was able to obtain continued care (to this day) through Medicaid coverage. And, again because you are not privy to private contractual terms, you are way off base with accusations that Marvel has not compensated Bill adequately. Please don’t join in the spreading of false rumors. And above all else, anytime anyone (you included) wants to know anything about matters concerning Bill Mantlo, you really should consider contacting ME first, as I am his Legal Guardian (and brother, to boot)! Folks, on behalf of Bill I urge everyone to SUPPORT the “GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY” film, and help it have TREMENDOUS SUCCESS. That will benefit Bill Mantlo more than anyone could ever imagine. Supporting the Hero Initiative is equally as worthy a cause, and of course, the Bill Mantlo Support Fund accessible through the Greg Pak “PAKBUZZ” site is always grateful and appreciative of any, and all donations. THANKS…..and GO ROCKET RACCOON!!!!!!!!!!! –Michael Mantlo
Recently, girls across the United States applied for WISH, a program run by NASA which was offered to junior girls who hoped to pursue careers in STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math, a field in which women are a scathing minority.
However, today an email from NASA to the applicants canceled the program as a result of complaints from male high school students who demanded to participate as well. There is nothing wrong with men and women working together to create innovations and better the world, but with men holding 76% of the jobs in STEM and the stigma surrounding women in science, programs to specifically encourage female participation are essential.
Please join in combating this discouraging act against women in the STEM field by reminding NASA what WISH was really about.
I have several friends who have participated in this program, and it was an amazing experience for all of them. One is currently majoring in Engineering, and the other is majoring in Biology and Flute Performance. If I had known about this program when I was eligible, I would have loved to participate. It would have helped me immensely.
You’ve probably seen me posting about how isolated I feel in my male-dominated physics and math classes. If you care about changing that to help the future women interested in STEM fields, please sign this petition.
SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST. FUCK THOSE GUYS.
OH COME ON, BOYS!!! THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!
Really, male high school students? Really?
Holy shit, this is legit. I’m less inclined to be pissed at the high-school boys and more inclined to be pissed at the people who listened to the high-school boys.
What the fuck, NASA. This is fucking unbelievable.
Look, I’m going for a PhD, sitting here with a 4.0 or whatever, publications under my belt, conference presentations, paid internships, research experience working with NASA as well as with the government of Canada. I’ve got connections coming out the wazoo, degrees from universities that consistently hit the top-five rankings in my field on the planet, and heck, I can teach and write and speak clearly and evocatively.
I’ve got all that going for me, and some days I’m still absolutely fucking terrified at my prospects when it comes to a faculty job, because I see the way my few female mentors and friends are treated. If they’re calm and diplomatic, they’re airheads. If they’re brave and bold, they’re bitches. Either way, their contributions are fucking dismissed at every turn. If both she and her SO get a job at the same location, she must’ve just been along for the ride, even if she’s got a professorship and he’s a research assistant. It’s fucking 2014, and these are the conversations people are having out in the open, not even behind locked fucking doors.
We talk a lot about the “leaky pipeline” in science, the fact that a lot of fields are actually approaching parity in terms of male/female mix at the undergrad level, but it drops off to more like 88% male once you become a professor. And it’s because the second you fuck up, you’re no longer an individual, you’re your whole fucking gender dropping the ball. You’ve got the weight of half the fucking population on your shoulders, and so you no longer have the luxury of failing only on your own merits. Who the hell would voluntarily put herself through that? I’d love to see the stats on depression and anxiety in male-dominated fields in grad school, split by gender, because there’s no way that shit isn’t statistically significant.
Look, what I’m saying here is that kids need to know what’s out there. They need to know that the assholes in charge at least pretend to give a shit about them, at least pretend to understand that there’s something wrong, at least pretend to be doing something to fix it.
But the damage is done here: even if they do bring the program back online, the fact that they took it down in the first place means it’s crystal-clear how much the assholes in charge prioritize diversity in STEM: not a fuckin’ bit.
Thor smash (for Jane, who could not do a better job verbally smashing than the commentator above).
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.
Yeah, my inner life today is no richer than it was when I worked at Steak ‘n Shake.
I don’t think we should measure the value of a person’s professional life by whether they have esteemed or lucrative work. The best formulation of professional value I’ve come across is from Tim O’Reilly: “Do things that need doing.”
Stocking shelves? Needs doing. Serving food? Needs doing. Collecting garbage? Needs doing. Editing wikipedia pages? Needs doing. Figuring out how to maximize fees on checking accounts? Doesn’t need doing. Engaging trolls on the Internet? Doesn’t need doing. Volunteering at animal shelters? Needs doing.
Ultimately, for me at least, the measure of work’s value is not expressed best by money or love. The question is whether something that needs to be done is getting done.
(via thequeen117) DO WHAT NEEDS DOING. I think I’ll put that on an embroidery pattern. (With credit, of course.)
No, I don’t think your important social issue will make my blog unpleasant. I think your explicit accusation that I don’t care and your overtly hostile demand that I reblog it anyway will make my blog unpleasant.
Hi, i don't know if this is too early for you, but is there any record of free black people in Roman times, specifically pre-empire? My father was saying that it was "very unlikely" for it to have been, but i think otherwise.
This is just another example of the overwhelmingly pervasive idea in our culture that no matter where or when you go in history, anyone who wasn’t Black and who SAW a Black person immediately thought, “Hey! Thisperson and everyone on earth who looks anything like them would make great slaves!” So…before we play remedial education, can we all take a moment to think about how horrible that is? That the idea of Black people=slaves is SO dominant that we project it into ancient history???
Okay, first of all, slavery in the Ancient Mediterranean was not the same as American chattel slavery. It was not race-based slavery. Your race had nothing to do with whether or not you were enslaved.
After Alexander the Great’s ventures in the Persian Empire, Hellenistic kingdoms were established throughout south-west Asia (Seleucid Empire, Kingdom of Pergamon) and north-east Africa (Ptolemaic Kingdom).
This resulted in the export of Greek culture and language to these new realms, and moreover Greek colonists themselves.
Equally, however, these new kingdoms were influenced by the indigenous cultures, adopting local practices where beneficial, necessary, or convenient. Hellenistic culture thus represents a fusion of the Ancient Greek world with that of the Near East, Middle East, and Southwest Asia, and a departure from earlier Greek attitudes towards “barbarian” cultures.
The Hellenistic period was characterized by a new wave of Greek colonization (as distinguished from that occurring in the 8th–6th centuries BC) which established Greek cities and kingdoms in Asia and Africa. Those new cities were composed of Greek colonists who came from different parts of the Greek world, and not, as before, from a specific “mother city”.
As explained above, what you would have had is a “melting pot” of many different languages, “races”, cultures, schools of art, ethnicities, et cetera.
The art of this period reflects that.
Greek architects and sculptors were highly valued throughout the Hellenistic world. Shown on the left is a terra-cotta statuette of a draped young woman, made as a tomb offering near Thebes, probably around 300 BCE. The incursion of Alexander into the western part of India resulted in some Greek cultural influences there, especially during the Hellenistic era. During the first century BCE., Indian sculptors in Gandhara, which today is part of Pakistan, began to create statues of the Buddha. The Buddhist Gandharan style combined Indian and Hellenistic artistic traditions, which is evident in the stone sculpture of the Buddha on the right. Note the wavy hair topped by a bun tied with a ribbon, also a feature of earlier statues of Greek deities. This Buddha is also wearing a Greek-style toga.
In general, Greek attitudes towards anyone with Black or dark brown skin were sort of ethnocentric, but not negative OR associated with slavery. After all, the idea of “white people” wouldn’t exist for another 1,500 years at LEAST.
Before Color Prejudice: The Ancient View of Blacks by Frank M. Snowden contains many, MANY invaluable interpretations and translations of primary sources that help to really explore attitudes and philosophies that the people in the time had about appearance, human difference, and personality traits. From page 86:
"Race" as we have this concept today did not exist then. the "races" they are talking about have to do with ethnicity and culture, NOT skin color by necessity. In addition, the "proto-racist" writing is describing geographical origin and climate to correlate with personality type, with the “perfect balance” being conveniently, Greeks.
"We’re looking at a population mix which is much closer to contemporary Britain than previous historians had suspected," Hella Eckhardt, senior lecturer at the department of archaeology at Reading University, said. "In the case of York, the Roman population may have had more diverse origins than the city has now.”
Isotope evidence suggests that up to 20% were probably long distance migrants. Some were African or had African ancestors, including the woman dubbed “the ivory bangle lady”, whose bone analysis shows she was brought up in a warmer climate, and whose skull shape suggests mixed ancestry including black features.
"We can’t tell if she was independently wealthy, or the wife or daughter of a wealthy man — but the bones show that she was young, between 18 and 23, and healthy with no obvious sign of disease or cause of death."
The authors comment: "The case of the ‘ivory bangle lady’ contradicts assumptions that may derive from more recent historical experience, namely that immigrants are low status and male, and that African individuals are likely to have been slaves. Instead, it is clear that both women and children moved across the Empire, often associated with the military."