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Fostering Allies

A recent workshop at Kennesaw State University got some heat for segregating participants based on color during breakout sessions. The workshop, titled “Being, Becoming, and Fostering Allies: Building Relationships across Privilege,” asked those who identify as white to go to one room during the breakout sessions, and whose who identify as “people of color” to go to another.

The panelists, the school’s website claims, highlighted “the essential conceptual, relational, and emotional processes involved in ally development, using their long-standing relationships to illustrate key concepts and identify and model strategies for enacting ally intentions.” Panelists also explored “the ongoing process of developing and fostering allies and the challenges that emerge in these journeys,” and discussed “the essential roles of self-reflection, cultural humility action, and re-engagement after failures, as well as the qualities of relationships that facilitate ally development.”

The university claims the event was misrepresented as segregation.

“The goal of the workshop, which was led by an outside expert, was to foster learning and create an environment of understanding and support for one another,” said Kennesaw State University spokeswoman Tammy DeMel. “Attendees were asked to work together and then were invited to join the group with which they identify.”

I don’t see any mischaracterization going on.

Were the students separated by color?

Yes.

Then how in frozen hell is this not segregation? Even if it’s for part of the workshop, it’s still segregation based on skin color – the very thing African Americans fought against for decades, and the very thing some of them now crave as a safe space!

Not only that, but based on the title of the workshop, these “educators” are also dividing participants based on their perception of “privilege” based on nothing but the amount of melanin in their skin!

Fact is, nearly 18 million white, non-Hispanic adults live in poverty, according to statistics released in September 2016.

Fact is, many of them live in conditions so deplorable, they are ridiculed and denigrated by everyone, including the very same people of color who claim they have privilege, for their poor dental hygiene, for the meth prevalence in their neighborhoods, and for their “trailer trash” lifestyle.

Fact is many of them are immigrants, like myself, who came here with nothing and clawed their way out of the hole.

So you know what, snowflakes? When you are so poor you have to “shop” for clothing in other people’s garbage and eat ice cubes in the summer, because unlike all your friends, your parents can’t afford to get you ice cream from the ice cream truck, and when your furniture and appliances come from others’ dumpsters, and your dad fixes an old black and white TV he found on the curb for you to watch, then you can talk about others’ privilege.

Until then, claiming “privilege,” because someone happens to be lighter than you, segregating them, so you can bitch about how horrible and insensitive they are, and then claiming to do so in the spirit of increasing understanding and support for one another is painfully lacking in self awareness.

It implies that the only “understanding” you’re interested in fostering is forcing those of us who you believe are privileged by virtue of the color of our skin to admit that we’re racist, insensitive oppressors. You don’t want those you consider victims to understand the plight of their counterparts. You couldn’t give an infected penis wrinkle about the experiences, pain, and plight of anyone who happens to be white. You’re only interested in flogging them into recognizing the alleged “plight” of everyone else…

…not based on any objective experience, mind you, because it’s not like they get to know the participants on a personal level, but based on skin color.

If that’s not racist, I don’t know what is!

And if you need any additional evidence about the narrow-minded  bigots that infest that particular institution of higher learning fanatical derangement, look no further than the kind of shit goblins it lets loose on the world.

Gideon Lanstra, 18, said everyone in her family voted for Trump but she supported Clinton. She said it’s very hard to be friends with anyone who supports the president. At Kennesaw State, where she attended classes last semester, her roommate backed Trump. “I got silent angry,” she recalled. “That means I’m not going to punch you or yell at you, but gosh I’m upset.” Now she’s trying to find an apartment with someone else.

You want to foster understanding? You might want to start with this perpetually aggrieved cunt hair, who can’t even live in the same apartment with someone who holds different views from her, and rage quits a living arrangement, because TRUMP!

You want to create an environment where people support one another? You might want to start with ensuring that everyone’s experiences, views, and ideas are respected and heard – not just those whom you consider to be victims of cis/white/hetero oppression.

Otherwise, I’ll call you exactly what you are. Racist, hysterical moonbats, who are working to set race relations back decades.

Here’s a clue: Jim Crow isn’t a progressive ideal.

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You want a civil war? Because that’s how you get a civil war

Dear Social Justice Zealot Howler Monkeys and their violent Antifa enforcement goons –

Are you enjoying this?

Are you happy to see America break down into violence?

Are you enjoying the sight of your bloodied, battered fellow Americans, guilty of nothing other than having voted for someone you don’t like, and speaking words with which you don’t agree, violently silenced?

Because if you are, I have news for you. America is fighting back.

Sane individuals – those who voted for Trump and those, like me, who did not – are sick and tired of your threats, your attempts to violently silence free speech, and your cowardly assaults on the very principles on which this country was founded that protect all our rights to free expression.

And if you think getting your asses handed to you at Berkeley this weekend was bad, I have news for you: it will get worse.

The people whom you have worked so hard to silence for years have had just about enough.

They are better organized and better armed, and better skilled at combat than you are, and when you push them hard enough, they will push back.

They aren’t worried about your “oh-so-scary” black hankies and face masks. They know that’s just your cowardly way to ensure you aren’t held accountable for your violence and blatant disregard for the rights of your fellow Americans.

They aren’t scared of your fireworks. Many of them are veterans, who have seen much worse in combat.

They laugh at your pathetic attempts at badassedness, because they know setting fire to trash after you have emerged from mommy’s basement into the sunlight, because you somehow think you now are safe because you have the upper hand, is nothing compared to the ass kicking you will receive when you get in their faces.

Go ahead. Try.

You think you can silence voices with which you don’t agree with violence and intimidation, you fascist fuckbags? I have news for you. Those voices are attached to real human beings who are sick and tired of your shit, and will hand you your ass.

They’re no longer intimidated by your attempts to slander them as racists and silence their voices by reporting them to their employers, and threatening their livelihoods. They’re done.

Don’t believe me?

Watch that video closely, and see sniveling, unwashed, pasty hippies, whose “activism” until recently was limited to being Internet commandos and “bravely” doxxing those with whom they don’t agree, so that others can do their dirty work for them and violently harass their victims, get their filthy faces beaten by the very people they try to silence.

I told you before you didn’t have the right not to be offended.

I’ve said numerous times that the right to speak freely exists equally among all people – even with those with whom you may disagree.

I’ve warned that your fascist antics will not end well, you frothing, delusional zealots.

You didn’t listen. You silenced academics. You celebrated when the livelihoods of those with whom you disagree were destroyed. You targeted the loved ones of those with whom you disagreed. You proudly proclaimed that your right not to be offended trumped others’ right to be heard.

You threatened violence against your fellow Americans because they dared to exercise their constitutionally protected rights!

You outscreeched anyone with whom you disagreed.

The social justice zealots started this culture war, and America is going to finish it.

America has had enough. This is where America begins to push back, you ignorant shitgibbons.

And if you think the ass beating you took at Berkeley was bad, try it in Texas. Try it in North Dakota. Try it in Tennessee or Oklahoma, or any other state that isn’t filled with unwashed, basement-dwelling ignorami, who have only emerged from their safe spaces because the media has been broadcasting how they’re full of win and they thought it was safe enough to publicly victimize their fellow Americans.

America has had it with you pusillanimous fuck weasels. You want a war? You got it.

How to Respond to SJWs

The other day, a friend of mine on Facebook wound up posting a rant about an Uber fare who deigned to lecture him on his racism. The story itself is interesting, because my friend is a very rare breed. He’s a fellow musician of a largely small-l libertarian mindset, an extreme rarity in an industry that’s probably 99% Leftist. But music is a tough gig, and so like myself, he has another job too. For him, Uber pays the bills. Here is his brief story:

Ok I have to post about this, since its been eating away at my mind from the moment it happened. I am an Uber driver and it was roughly 2:30 in the morning. And that’s when I get calls to gentlemen’s clubs, bars, clubs and what not. I picked up these two dancers (one hispanic girl and one white girl) outside of their strip club and the ride went on like normal. Then out of nowhere, the hispanic girl rants on to her friend about how Trump is going to fuck her and her families life up. I ignored and continued to drive her while her tears ensued. After a while she says “I can see who you support by your lack of talking.” Mind you the white girl was getting real embarrassed and trying to tell her friend to shut up…… I then retorted that “I dont talk about politics while I’m working”. She called me ignorant. All right, things are then getting heated. I then asked her “what about me makes you think I’m a Trump supporter?” She replies, “your skin color.” That’s when i said “NOW WHO’S FUCKING IGNORANT” (mic drop).

Most people, even a few who were somewhat Leftist, agreed that he acted appropriately. This woman was trying to make a big deal out of the fact that he didn’t want to talk politics. Silence, it appears, is grounds for attacking your Uber local driver.

And in that, this incident reveals something about the political Left: there is no neutrality with them. As some of you already know, I did support Donald Trump, in a limited capacity. You might call me a ReluctantTrumper. Nicki, on the other hand, did not. She was NeverTrump.

And yet, here I am, posting on her blog. We agree on a lot, but even when we disagree, it’s not grounds for personal attacks. Agree to disagree is a common (but by no means universal – don’t misunderstand, there are assholes on our side too) trait on the Right. It’s exceptionally rare on the Left. Tolerant Leftists are fast becoming an endangered species.

To them, the Uber driver who is silent on political matters is a literal Nazi. Donald Trump is literally Hitler, and even those on the Left who are insufficiently supportive of whatever the SJW is doing, are literally Nazis. Disagreement is evil, silence is evil, and not being wildly enthusiastic about the latest cause is evil.

It’s utterly insane.

But the story doesn’t end there. You see, another SJW had to come into the conversation. He/she/it (I legitimately couldn’t tell) was a genderqueer something or other, and despite no relationship with said friend, decided it was time to lecture us stupid hicks on proper Social Justice:

Because you are white…… Most white people do not give a fuck about hispanic people. Most white people do not give a fuck what happens to marginalized people. I feel like in the current climate she was right to assume. It is better to be safe sometimes.

While i very much so agree to not talk about politics in the work place i feel like the world is changing and her mentality is completely justified. I do not think a crying woman of color was trying to fight you, or trying to say you are a monster… But from her perspective people like you are a monster…. So her assuming that you are one of the bad people or “ignorant” by not responding makes sense from trauma brain.
You not responding (whether it makes sense or not to you) does not make sense to her. By inaction you are taking a side with her oppressor….Trauma brain is not always easy to see.

And to top that off:

Their whole life is built in a structure that builds you (as a white cis male) up and tears them down.

I do not think her discriminating against you is anywhere near the same as acting like her oppressor.

She cannot be racist against you. NO ONE can be racist against white people. Not only is it impossible but it is something racist white folk do to justify being racist.
White people have to be the minority, not the top of the food chain, not benefitting from the patriarchy and our current system.

It is impossible to talk to someone with logic, psychological and historical truths who do not actually understand any of these concepts….

I can tell that you are hardcore racist, but i really wanted to try and get through to you and maybe help you see another perspective other than the white cis male hand you were given.

I just genuinely care about changing the minds of the evolutionarily challenged and help them think. I have a very high IQ and trying to get people like you to actually listen is impossible.

I had seen enough. Those of you who have read some of my material elsewhere probably know what happened next. I’ve long advocated that you cannot prove you aren’t racist/sexist/homophobic/whatever to a Leftist. You are already guilty, you see, by virtue of being accused. Accusation + wrong politics = guilt in the Leftist mind.

The best thing you can do is get angry. If someone calls you a racist, the proper response is “fuck you.” If they call you a Nazi? Fuck you! A fascist? Fuck you!

Or you can do as I did, and add some flourish to it:

If you call my friends racist, fuck you. If you call me racist, fuck you. If you want to brag about being your supposed high IQ, fuck you.

You are a blind fool, thinking yourself morally superior to everyone else because you go around calling white people racists, while roaming around the world dressed like an Oscar Meyer wiener.

Where was your sanctimonious arrogance you when gays were thrown off buildings by ISIS? Where was your superior morality when China violated pretty much every human right ever thought of? You think a stripper having to put up with a white Uber driver is oppression. You fool, you utter moron. You are an intellectual amoeba, the sludge at the bottom of the evolutionary barrel, discarded and laughed at, the butt of all jokes. Your brain is the mental equivalent of a sewage treatment plant, filled to the brim with shit. When they say someone is full of shit, know that they are speaking of you.

When my grandfather spoke to me of my family barely escaping the Armenian genocide, *that* was oppression. When a Jewish friend of mine explained what happened to some of his own ancestors in Nazi Germany, that was suffering. When a friend of mine who emigrated from Nigeria explained to me the conditions he grew up in, that was difficulty in life.

You and your ilk lose your mind when somebody doesn’t agree emphatically with every bit of ignorant spew expelled from your mouth-hole. And then you say “I am oppressed, I suffer.” In the name of my own genocided ancestors: FUCK YOU.

You can’t have a logical conversation with an SJW. But you can tell them exactly what you think of someone who associates you with the trash of humanity because you happen to share a skin tone with a dead asshole.

Remember that. And if you’re an Uber driver, well, you’re going to get a one star review and a complaint from miss trauma brain Hispanic stripper anyway. What have you got to lose?

Guest Post: SJWs Empowering Ugliness – Both Inside and Out

In the ever-continuing battle against Social Justice Warrior wankery takes us to the dank basements of their puny brains, in which they attempt to denigrate and demean every man for not cheapening their ideals by choosing the ugliest, the most worthless among them and lying to themselves and the world about their value.

I’ve written about this type of woman before – the type that fetishizes her victimhood and tries to force society to accept not her virtues, but her oozing sores!

Rob and I at the retirement of the best Command Sgt. Major I have ever had the privilege of knowing!

Rob and I at the retirement of the best Command Sergeants Major I have ever had the privilege of knowing!

As I have stated before, I’m hardly the supermodel type. I have my flaws, much like anyone else, and I claim them. I work to change them when appropriate, and I accept them when I can’t. I’m not supermodel thin – far from it – but I’m stronger than your average female, I hike, I shoot, and when needed, I can fight. I work hard at losing weight and keeping healthy, a feat made more difficult by a hypoactive thyroid post-treatment with radioactive iodine and poly-cystic ovarian syndrome. I’m not a stick figure. I have curves. But I eat right and I work out, to prevent blimpage.

I don’t worry about whether or not men find me attractive. It’s enough that my husband does. But I certainly don’t demand that men change their standards of what they consider beauty, just so I feel better about being overweight, and then call them names for not abiding by my diktats!

And now, my buddy Jon – a fellow military vet and writer – tells it from a man’s point of view. I urge you to read it, because you should have this perspective from someone who is marginalized by the SJW and Howler Monkey movement as sexist, misogynist, privileged, racist, *insert stupid label here*, but who is, in fact, an intelligent, loving husband and father who has something to say.

 


Even as feminazis screech from the battlements of Fortress Tolerance about how men are awful for not accepting every body style without hesitation, there are some musicians and performers understand that we the paying customers like to see certain things.
If women truly desired thin gawky useless pajama boys that parade around in urban outfitter murder hobo gear, there would be swathes of movies about such men. Instead what we see is Rambo, Thor, Dr. Strange, Creed, 13 Hours.

If all men truly were supposed to enjoy the feminist ideal of the female physique, then Ghostbusters the remake should have sold tickets and outsold every other movie in existence.

But it didn’t. Because all men are different. And different is not bad. My friend Jason is married to a lovely brunette reminiscent of Natalie Portman. Another friend, Roy, prefers southern women. I think his wife Cheryl could be considered the most perfect archetype of Southern Dame with whom I have ever been privileged to speak. I like musically talented blondes – I married a band geek. Or as my wife puts it – she’s a band geek who married the biggest jock she could find.

pigNonetheless, we chose those things for ourselves, and feminazis cannot stand choice – at least where other people are concerned. Why? Because so often those choices don’t include them. If you haven’t taken a look at Alexandra Erin, her writing, and her Twitter feed, go ahead and do so. Now ask yourself two questions:

1) Is there anything desirable about that personality? At all?
2) Is there anything physically desirable about that physique?

The answer to both – for me – is no. Rather than change unacceptable or unattractive behavior or appearance though, the modern feminazis refuse to admit fault with anything related to their current status in life. They are the epitome of zero-defect model carried out to its fullest. In their mindset, if they admit anything, physically or mentally even emotionally, is wrong with them, they are entirely invalidated as a person. More so, their movement is invalidated, and that cannot happen. Ever. Therefore nothing is wrong, and that 380 pound behemoth in trouble glasses with hair that looks like she got bukkaked by unicorns is entirely “normal” and “healthy.”

Nobody wants them around, for a long list of reasons, therefore the only means they feel that they have to gain the acceptance they crave is to force people to like and accept them. Hence all the stupidity of the last 3 years. I hear so much about fat shaming, but and very little about the fit women who get copious amounts of grief piled on them socially because they dare to post pictures of themselves in good shape and physical ability.

A progressive’s response to this would be, “Well Jon, you’re just being prejudiced against bigger women.”

Haha.

My wife currently weighs as much as I do. Because of the stress and circumstances of the last year, she has not lost an ounce of pregnancy weight.

For a time she actually refused to have sex with me because she didn’t feel pretty enough to be in bed with me. The matter has since been rectified; I took her on a date, just the two of us, sat her down and said, “Honey, I love you. You are the mother of my children and my every fantasy. I burn for you in a way that can only be expressed with my actions. Weight can be lost over time, you’re still the woman who stole my heart at midnight on a beach in Hawaii.” There was no further arguing. Part of what will happen when we move to our new place is that we’ll be working together to both lose weight. She wants to wear a sexy red dress for the Birthday Ball next year. A professional seamstress I’m friends with will be getting a visit to her studio next summer to get my wife fitted with some of her brilliant handiwork. I personally would like to be 100 pounds lighter and be able to properly dance the night away with my bride.
We made that choice together, we choose to change together. It’s how relationships work and thrive and grow.

Having said all that, I turn back to my original point.

Who here has watched Britney Spears new music video “Slumber Party”? Don’t be embarrassed if you have. It’s a well-executed piece of work. Speaking as a father, I hope my daughter does not choose to flaunt herself in such fashion, mainly for her own dignity and peace of mind. The girl from the “Stacey’s Mom” music video walked away from a potential career in entertainment because she was so severely stalked by perverts. Speaking as a man, I appreciate the dancing ability and beauty displayed throughout Britney’s performance in the video. I admit that because as a man, I’m hard-wired that way.

The sight of a lovely lady exuding such a sensuous performance is one which pleases me – just as the sight of my wife dancing at the Birthday Ball in an evening gown made me extremely happy. Speaking as a Marine… thank God we live in America where women can wear whatever the hell they want! OORAH!

I continue to encourage the fight against these SJW types because I want for my son to grow up and express himself intelligently without being berated by these fascist jackasses just because he likes (as an example) a hot busty blonde in thigh high leather boots and a sexy mini dress. He should free to make that choice and enjoy it of his own accord. Just as I am free to make out with my wife playing some old Alabama, naughty Britney Spears and maybe a pinch of Prince.

Let the angry hippos high on Fortress Tolerance prattle and bray; we are bringing our mortars and howitzers into position. Let us tear them down and drive them from our midst, for we as a society can do quite a bit better without the feckless oxygen thieves in our midst.

Things that make me want to nuke civilization from space

There are days.

There are days I literally want to shut down my computer and never come near the Internet again, and yet, I’m drawn to this collective psychosis we call “the world wide web,” like a moth to a flame… or one of those crackly lights that will kill the moth the moment it touches the bulb. Like a motorist who can’t help but rubberneck at a wreck on the side of the road, I had to open this. Immediately upon clicking on the link, I began to hit myself over the head with a metaphorical brick. WHY??

My recent article about ‘willy-cloning’ was greeted with such interest and hilarity on social media that the company responsible for the kits – Empire Labs, of Portland, Oregon – got in touch to ask if I fancied trying out a female version, the charmingly named ‘Clone a Pussy‘.

If that opening paragraph doesn’t make you die a little inside, this will.

The first thing to note is that Clone a Pussy does not create a model of the vagina itself – I can only imagine what sort of mess that would make with the moulding gel.

Instead, it creates a reasonably accurate copy of the vulva – the outside bits.

So while the male version can be put to, shall we say, practical use after construction, the female clone is for decorative purposes only.

audreyWho in the everblasting, rollerblading fuck would want to decorate their house with anything resembling a vagoo – inside or out? Sorry, but it’s not, in and of itself, an attractive body part. It’s pink. It’s hairy (unless you go the extra mile to de-fur). It’s oddly similar to Audrey 2 from “Little Shop of Horrors” sans teeth or blood lust.

“Oh, I know what this living room is missing! A set of labia vaguely slug-like in appearance! Perfect! Now let me just frame it and hang it riiiiiiight… over here.”

Yeahno, Cupcake! It ain’t pretty. It’s utilitarian. There’s certainly nothing embarrassing about it, but it ain’t art!

The second thing that made me want to hide under my desk today. Women paying for “expert vagina massages.”

They’re called gigolos, you daft bints. They’re getting you off for money. Calling it something different doesn’t change its nature.

Now, I’m all for the free market. Seriously. If a consenting adult wants to sell their… services for money to another consenting adult, more power to y’all! Have at it! But let’s not pretend it’s anything other than what it is. As I told She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named when I found out she was dancing at a strip club in West Virginia instead of working as a waitress, “You are an adult, and you can do with your body as you please, but if you’re going to be a whore, be an honest whore.”

Third thing that makes me throat punch a hippie, apparently women just can’t do science. Why? Because TEH FEELZ!

The syllabi for college-level STEM courses—science, technology, engineering, and mathematics—are “gendered” because they promote the idea that knowledge can be ascertained through reason. This is a masculine concept that hurts women’s feelings and makes it difficult for them to succeed.

That’s according to “Are STEM Syllabi Gendered? A Feminist Critical Discourse Analysis” of the STEM syllabi at one Midwestern university. The discourse was authored by the University of North Dakota’s Laura Parson, and published in The Qualitative Report earlier this year.

It presupposes that certain stylistic choices—command words like “will” and “must”—are inherently masculine and anti-woman, and then sets out to determine whether these words show up in STEM syllabi. Since a syllabus is not a negotiation, but rather, a set of instructions about how to succeed in a given class, they do indeed contain lots of commands.

Parson needs to stop embarrassing all women and take up a distinctly feminine feminist field that shall not force her pretty, dainty, weak self to conform to those pesky facts that chafe her tender labia. (If you notice a vagina theme here… Yeah, there is one.)

Try Kvetching 101, or the advanced “Taking Offense 300 – Strategies in Silencing the Opposition.”

Go with “Ruminations in Third-Wave Feminist Thought – The Best Three Minutes of Your Life,” or “Tears: Your Ultimate Weapon Against the CisWhitePatriarchy.”

But stay the fuck out of the sciences or anything else requiring logical thought. Please!

And then there’s this piece of spewed dreck onto a computer screen that makes the ages old claim that white people inherently racist and privileged.

If you’re like me, growing up, the word “Black” was always spoken of in whispers in your family. It was like we were saying something taboo. Why was that? Because it was taboo. We might feel more comfortable saying “African-American,” but not “Black.” The reason is that we were raised to believe that “colorblindness” was the ideal for whites. We were taught that we shouldn’t “see color.” And saying the word “Black” was an acknowledgment of the fact that we did “see color.”

Well, thank dog I’m nothing like you, hipster douche Omega male! I can and have said the word “black” throughout my childhood and my adulthood. I do recognize color – the fact that it exists and that some of us have more melanin in our skin than others. I just don’t give a fuck. There, I said it. Beyond recognizing that there are different hues to human beings, I just don’t care. My black friends (there, I said it, you emasculated coward) make me just as happy as my white friends. Know why? Because they’re wonderful human beings. So go fuck yourself. You don’t speak for me, and I would wager that aside from a few guilt-ridden about their own whiteness, braindead Snowflakes, you don’t speak for any other white people either. Moron.

Then there’s this bit from the Santa Clara County Office of Education

Did you know that mispronouncing a student’s name negates the identity of the student? This can lead to anxiety and resentment which, in turn, can hinder academic progress. Help us build positive school culture and promote respect to students and families.

Crying-Baby-PicturesWell, holy microaggressing fuck!

So the identity of the individual isn’t based on accomplishments, intelligence, intellectual curiosity, ability, or anything else related to those antediluvian norms. The identity of the individual is based entirely on what the kid’s parents might or might not have been smoking at the time when they decided to name their little precious North West or Chanda Leer.

As someone whose last name was consistently butchered by teachers in school, I understand the embarrassment when a teacher struggles to phonetically spell a foreign name, only to fail miserably. I get having to preemptively pronounce your name before the teacher stumbles like a drunken clown, making all the other kids giggle. But could we possibly get some damn perspective here, people?

Getting little Nevaeh’s or Reighleigh’s (no, really – that’s Riley) name wrong won’t traumatize her/him/it/whatever. It won’t destroy their identity, unless they’re being raised by weak-minded parents, who don’t teach them where their value comes from, which I suspect is the case for many of these poor kids, whose parents think naming them something “cool” and “different” will garner them respect without having to actually accomplish anything to earn it. Trying too hard to be original? Don’t. If your child has an ethnic name, be understanding. Recognize that not everyone is going to get it right from the first get-go, and that it’s not a slight against you, your ethnicity, or your child. In other words, stop being a special fucking snowflake!

Thank dog it’s Friday. I can avoid stupid on the weekends… I think.

 

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