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on race, blind dates
i turn my back for 3 seconds and everyone and their mother is trying to set me up with everyone and their mother.
my friend asa knows a guy. i’ve heard about this guy. has a lot of hang ups. easily offended. asa calls it “open-minded,” “non-judgemental,” i call it “pretentious.”
you see, last year melanie made a comment to a friend of hers, something completely benign that drew attention not only to the fact that her friend is black, but also to the fact that melanie is white. not a black or racist comment per say, but a race comment. and this kid jumped all over it. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
i mean it’s not like melanie said like “listen up nigger” or “ima tan your hide” or idk something overtly offensive like that. it was a comment that jokingly but honestly acknowledged a difference. i’d rather someone be open, friendly, natural, mindful, and respectful about the difference instead of pretending that there is no difference. color blindness is exactly that - blindness. and it’s not like this kid is getting bent out of shape about similar comments about white people, like “white people can’t dance” or whatever. and it’s also not like she made the joke with a bunch of white kids behind closed doors, which, and i’m taking this opinion from conversations i’ve had with black friends, is definitely worse. idk, i’ve made my point.
i’m not going to shoot the kid down, but i’m definitely going to have some walls up. as soon as asa said “he’s smart” … i mean i know asa thinks that that’s a selling point for me, but it’s not. someone who’s actually intelligent doesn’t need to toot that horn. i’m just going to be on my guard now, because i have no idea what asa’s told this kid about me. “oh she’s smart, open-minded” when really i’m just a nerd and an arrogant drunk, forever spitting absolute bullshit until someone’s smart enough to call me out on it.
i also don’t like having to censor myself. especially since i’ve been on this kick lately where i’ve been dismissing everything from post-150 pokemon to my brother as “faggots.”
you see, it started out as “for the birds,” and got offensive all of the sudden. cull, cull, cull. maybe some self-censorship is good for me.
on race, blind dates
i turn my back for 3 seconds and everyone and their mother is trying to set me up with everyone and their mother.
my friend asa knows a guy. i’ve heard about this guy. has a lot of hang ups. easily offended. asa calls it “open-minded,” “non-judgemental,” i call it “pretentious.”
you see, last year melanie made a comment to a friend of hers, something completely benign that drew attention not only to the fact that her friend is black, but also to the fact that melanie is white. not a black or racist comment per say, but a race comment. and this kid jumped all over it. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
i mean it’s not like melanie said like “listen up nigger” or “ima tan your hide” or idk something overtly offensive like that. it was a comment that jokingly but honestly acknowledged a difference. i’d rather someone be open, friendly, natural, mindful, and respectful about the difference instead of pretending that there is no difference. color blindness is exactly that - blindness. and it’s not like this kid is getting bent out of shape about similar comments about white people, like “white people can’t dance” or whatever. and it’s also not like she made the joke with a bunch of white kids behind closed doors, which, and i’m taking this opinion from conversations i’ve had with black friends, is definitely worse. idk, i’ve made my point.
i’m not going to shoot the kid down, but i’m definitely going to have some walls up. as soon as asa said “he’s smart” … i mean i know asa thinks that that’s a selling point for me, but it’s not. someone who’s actually intelligent doesn’t need to toot that horn. i’m just going to be on my guard now, because i have no idea what asa’s told this kid about me. “oh she’s smart, open-minded” when really i’m just a nerd and an arrogant drunk, forever spitting absolute bullshit until someone’s smart enough to call me out on it.
i also don’t like having to censor myself. especially since i’ve been on this kick lately where i’ve been dismissing everything from post-150 pokemon to my brother as “faggots.”
you see, it started out as “for the birds,” and got offensive all of the sudden. cull, cull, cull. maybe some self-censorship is good for me.