I agreed with a lot of what the author wrote until she pulled the race card. Then it was like “aaaarrrggghh”. This is an annoying habit among a lot of black folks (I don’t notice any other race doing this so compulsively) to take any situation and turn it into an all about them moment and to divert the topic to anti-black racism. This happens in situations that have nothing to do with black folks what so ever. It’s a “how can I use this conversation to induce white guilt” mentality. Thanks for calling her out on it. The people who do this are even more annoying than the “Diane’s” of the world. If the author really does want to bring race into it I would say that I am 99% sure “Diane” is white because if she wasn’t he wouldn’t have had the guts due to the fact he’d quickly be slurred as racist and would have probably been charged with a hate crime. If Diane was a headscarf wearing Somalian Muslim he’d be facing 20 years in jail.
people who post things like this on the internet are so fucking stupid it gives me indigestion. or this:
I love how racists cry racism about absolutely everything. No matter the situation or story, it always goes back to race for people such as you. All you see is race. If you weren’t so fixated on skin color you wouldn’t think like that. Not everything is based on the color of your skin. How about thinking about people as just that, human beings, not a color.
FUCK THIS PLANET. FUCK IT
I left my boyfriend and decided not to go to grad school in the course of 2 days. And can barely drag my ass out of bed to go to class or to work. I hate watching myself go off the rails and not feeling much of anything about it.
passionate political science from my couch
are you pumped yet for the next saga in our feckless middle eastern adventure?!
after a stint in DC I became one of those Armchair Political Scientists. I read a lot, but was hampered by the fact that Syria coverage in major American newspapers was shallow and US-centric. not exactly a panoramic view. I am not an expert. not even in the same galaxy as the experts. so I learn as many facts as I can, then use respect for my fellow humans to guide my judgment.
if you haven’t been following lately, a typical NYT story will say: “Americans argued about whether to launch missiles. some Americans said X and some Americans said Y. some American think tanks say it could even affect Senator Q’s presidential bid in 2016.” then the last paragraph: “also, we heard the Syrian death count exceeded 100K recently. but it’s definitely higher by now.”
you know miley cyrus succeeded in what she wanted (getting your attention) when everyone’s falling over themselves to pick apart her act, and nobody’s talking about the fucking NSYNC REUNION PERFORMANCE
damn I feel a lot of sympathy for bradley manning.
first he’s going to do a long time in jail for a security leak that was pretty meaningless— it didn’t result in measurable harm to US interests, but it didn’t reveal any bad behavior that people felt inspired to take action on. so he can’t even take comfort that he played a hero’s role.
but now that he’s officially out as transgender I already dread the things that will be said: that his gender identity questioning somehow led him to commit a terrible crime, that his transgenderism is one of his many mental illness issues that caused him to commit this oh so devastating (not!) national security breach, plus all the more standard knuckle-dragging slurs you would hear from ignorant rednecks.
i’m just so THRILLED for the next time a transgendered person commits a crime or is in the limelight for whatever negative reason. then we’ll get the “it’s just like bradley manning! these people are nuts!!” comparisons on cable news. lovely. really lovely.
I hate this feeling of preemptive sadness, when you know the outpouring of hatred and prejudice is going to explode in two minutes.
this supervisor from my work is leaving and I like never talk to him even though we’ve worked in the same room for a year. I saw him on facebook chat and thought I would be a friendly sociable human being for once, then sent a little hello…but he never answered, why did I do that nooo, why do I embarrass myself so effortlessly even when I want to be friendly….woe! lots of woe and social anxiety in my heart
nothing better than finding out one member of your boyfriend’s family is encouraging him to break up with you and another is talking shit on you
after virtually no attempts to get to know me after more than FOUR YEARS of dating
seriously fuck this, I keep my mouth shut in front of these people, every time I’m at their house I don’t say shit except pleasant conversation that couldn’t possibly offend anybody because I so want to make a good impression, and all I get is this. FUCK! how is this possible?! how can I make a bad impression on these people when all I say around them is shit like “oh yes” and “this turkey is so good!” and *pleasant mild laughter*
I can’t fucking win
aight I’m posting this on tumblr rather than facebook to avoid political debates with southern family members.
I read a lot of news every day (spend about 1-2 hours doing it) and sometimes, like tonight, I get so fucking despondent reading about this clusterfuck of a legislative branch.