I swear… our society has become this bizarre caricature of itself, where everyone is searching for something to be outraged about, anything that will allow them to whine and claim racism… or offense… or microaggression… or some other perceived offense.
If you don’t know what that is, UCLA will help you out.
Microaggressions are the everyday verbal, nonverbal, and environmental slights, snubs, or insults, whether intentional or unintentional, that communicate hostile, derogatory, or negative messages to target persons based solely upon their marginalized group membership.
If you’re scratching your head, thinking, “What. The. Fuck,” you’re not alone. But apparently, asking someone where they’re from, believing that the “most qualified person should get the job,” or maintaining that “America is the land of opportunity,” is a slight against… well… someone. Do yourselves a favor and read that entire thing. Yes, your eyes will start to bleed from the sheer volume of stupid, but you will understand what you’re up against.
Then there are the trigger warnings. Those of you who don’t know what those are, get ready… you’re going to puke in your own mouth at the absolute ridiculous entitlement of the precious snowflakes that are taking over our society! These are apparently admonitions to sensitive punkins that they might find your statements offensive or outrageous in some way. That way, these snowflakes can find a safe place to decompress from the stress and pressure of reading something that might expose their fragile sensibilities to something that challenges their worldview!
Anything you say is a microaggression as long as the person to whom you say it is offended by it.
And if you disagree, if you argue, well then you’re part of the problem. Because everything is racist, offensive, and outrageous! The fact that you don’t recognize this subjective, nebulous weirdness, makes you part of the problem.
My point: if you’re arguing something isn’t a racial slur or a microaggression, you are part of the problem.
— Justina Ireland (@tehawesomersace) August 28, 2015
The perpetually offended want to wrap themselves in metaphorical bubble wrap to ensure that no offense, no bad word, no insult – perceived or otherwise – grinds sand into their delicate vulvas. And they take it as a given that you must conform to their standards – protect them, spoil them, shield them from all possible indelicacies – or else… Or else what? Or else, they snap. Oh, you think I’m kidding?
The words are a part of everyday conversation — “swinging” by an address and going out in the “field.” But in the twisted mind of Virginia gunman Vester Lee Flanagan II, they were pure racism — and saying them became a death sentence for Alison Parker. The 24-year-old white reporter, who was murdered on live TV along with her cameraman, used the phrases as an intern at WDBJ TV in Roanoke in 2012, according to an internal complaint filed by Flanagan, who was black. “One was something about ‘swinging’ by some place; the other was out in the ‘field,’ ” said the Jan. 21 report by assistant news director Greg Baldwin, which refers to Parker as Alison Bailey (her middle name).
Oh, you think that’s ridiculous? Here’s a tweet that appeared on author Mary Robinette Kowal’s Twitter feed. Yeah… the same Mary Robinette Kowal who thought (and I use that term loosely) that author Sarah Hoyt’s use of the word “Chicom” in a blog post was an “ethnic slur.” So much stupid in one accusation!
@MaryRobinette Offense is defined by the person at whom the comment/slur is directed. Intention isn’t important. How it’s received is
— Jack Teng (Author) (@MyBossIsADroid) August 28, 2015
Let’s get something straight, Cupcakes: You. Do. Not. Have. The. Right. Not. To. Be. Offended.
Did I write that slowly enough for you?
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT NOT TO BE OFFENDED.
Was that loud enough and emphatic enough for you?
I’m certainly a kind enough person, and I will make an effort to be polite to you, but Jesus Crossdressing Christ on a Moped! If you think I’m going to bend over backwards to ensure that your dainty labia aren’t bruised, you’re sadly mistaken.
Yes, I believe America is the land of opportunity. I come from a country where there is none – especially not for a scrawny Jewish kid, who got beaten up every day for her funny last name and the “Jew” stamped on her official Soviet papers. You disagree? You’re free to. You get offended by this assertion and demand I alter my views so that they won’t offend you? Fuck you.
Yes, I believe everyone should be rewarded based on merit. I believe everyone should have equal opportunities to succeed – not outcomes, but opportunities – and if you think you’re entitled to special privileges and find it offensive that I think you should compete fairly against everyone else, you can shove that offense up your ass.
No, I don’t care if you’re black, white, purple, yellow, polka dotted, or plaid. I will judge you by the content of your character, not the color of your skin, and if you think you’re entitled to special treatment because you happen to be a vibrant shade of green, you aren’t going to get it from me. I will treat you as the person you are, not as the amount of color and the shade your skin happens to be.
And if you look like this, yes I will think you are a freak, and no, I won’t apologize for it. You did this to yourself. You wanted the attention. Now you got it. Oh, it wasn’t the kind of attention you wanted? Too bad, Cupcake.
The fact that you’re offended obligates me to nothing. A right exists among every individual and does not diminish others’ rights when exercised. I have the right to speak, to think, to understand, to criticize, to judge, and to express myself as I see fit. Your pathetic attempts to limit or alter my right to do so is evidence that your butthurt is not a violation of your rights, but simply the mewling of a pathetic, frail sissy who hasn’t been taught how to exist in the real world.