"If she were a man...
...I would have punched her in the face" - My sister's boyfriend to my dad concerning an agrument I had with him (the boyfriend) last friday.
What happened was I took them out for the day, but as night rolled around I hadn't heard anything about the party that was supposed to happen at Train Buddy's. She has been going through a break-up, moving, and starting work for CP so I expected life just got the better of her, so I decided to spend the night with my sister and her boyfriend. My sister's boyfriend then took it upon himself to find a beer that I would actually like, and when he finally gave up he proceeded to buy me some smirnoff ices, cider, and rums and cokes. Once I'm nice and drunk, expecting that I'm going to spend the rest of the evening at the Cambie, my sister proclaims she wishes to go clothing shopping. Now I hate clothing shopping at the best of times, because none of the clothes are my style or fit, and when I'm drunk I want go on some shenanigans, so this put me in a very bad mood. I ended up befriending some store clerks by commenting on what pretentious assholes my sister and her boyfriend are since they were walking around the store mocking all their clothing and loudly gawking at the prices. I sent a few drunken texts and then we left. After a couple more shops we passed an Irish Pub and I dragged them in. It was there, after spending two hours in a foul mood and having to piss really badly, I blew up on them because I wasn't exactly in my most tolerating mood for their comments on how all native people are lazy.
Now their view is that since these are their opinions, they should be allowed to voice them freely without consequence, judgment, or reproach. They use words like "fag" and the n-word freely in their speech, and I just couldn't take it anymore. This then led to a three hour debate involving a lot of fist thumping and yelling, until we managed to get kicked out of an irish pub. Apparently "history is history" and therefore we should pay no heed to it, and that stereotypes exist for a reason and that reason isn't prejudice in the past, but instead because they are true. In the past I learned not to agrue with them because there is nothing I can personally say to change their mind, but I love to agrue with my drunk, the problem is I'm horrible at it and tend to say things like "Ugh, you know the word I mean, it is like....have you seen it anywhere?" Anyways, I didn't stick around for long after that since it is a very sobering conversation and took the skytrain home.
I'll never understand how I came from my family. A family that I don't even feel safe coming out to. Of course everybody says that, and all we can do is learn never to replica those attitudes. One of the mottos in my code is: "For better or worse everybody has something they can teach you."
What happened was I took them out for the day, but as night rolled around I hadn't heard anything about the party that was supposed to happen at Train Buddy's. She has been going through a break-up, moving, and starting work for CP so I expected life just got the better of her, so I decided to spend the night with my sister and her boyfriend. My sister's boyfriend then took it upon himself to find a beer that I would actually like, and when he finally gave up he proceeded to buy me some smirnoff ices, cider, and rums and cokes. Once I'm nice and drunk, expecting that I'm going to spend the rest of the evening at the Cambie, my sister proclaims she wishes to go clothing shopping. Now I hate clothing shopping at the best of times, because none of the clothes are my style or fit, and when I'm drunk I want go on some shenanigans, so this put me in a very bad mood. I ended up befriending some store clerks by commenting on what pretentious assholes my sister and her boyfriend are since they were walking around the store mocking all their clothing and loudly gawking at the prices. I sent a few drunken texts and then we left. After a couple more shops we passed an Irish Pub and I dragged them in. It was there, after spending two hours in a foul mood and having to piss really badly, I blew up on them because I wasn't exactly in my most tolerating mood for their comments on how all native people are lazy.
Now their view is that since these are their opinions, they should be allowed to voice them freely without consequence, judgment, or reproach. They use words like "fag" and the n-word freely in their speech, and I just couldn't take it anymore. This then led to a three hour debate involving a lot of fist thumping and yelling, until we managed to get kicked out of an irish pub. Apparently "history is history" and therefore we should pay no heed to it, and that stereotypes exist for a reason and that reason isn't prejudice in the past, but instead because they are true. In the past I learned not to agrue with them because there is nothing I can personally say to change their mind, but I love to agrue with my drunk, the problem is I'm horrible at it and tend to say things like "Ugh, you know the word I mean, it is like....have you seen it anywhere?" Anyways, I didn't stick around for long after that since it is a very sobering conversation and took the skytrain home.
I'll never understand how I came from my family. A family that I don't even feel safe coming out to. Of course everybody says that, and all we can do is learn never to replica those attitudes. One of the mottos in my code is: "For better or worse everybody has something they can teach you."