Your child pours all the toothpaste into the sink. Your kid cuts their own hair. Your baby gets into your lipstick and decides to put it on the dog. Your child cries because their crush doesn’t like them. That’s kids will be kids.
Your child calls other children homophobic, racist, or misogynistic slurs. Your child steals or tells other children that they’re not allowed to play in certain areas. Your kid punches their crush when that child doesn’t reciprocate their feelings. That is NOT “kids will be kids” and you as the parent or teacher need to put a stop to it.
See that guy up there looking at you like you’re the crown ruler of all fuck ups? See how super white he is? Well, that ruggedly handsome devil is me.
Yup…I’m white. If I was Adam in the Biblical tale of Adam and Ave, God wouldn’t have made me out of dust/dirt. He would have made me out of Cool Whip and vanilla beans. That’s just how white I am. So, that puts an end to the whole “reverse racism” thing, doesn’t it? I’m a white man making fun of white people. You just got M. Night Shyamalan’d up in this bitch.
Also, racism doesn’t work that way. If a person of colour tells us we look like mayonnaise or that we’re weird as fuck because we don’t use wash cloths, that’s not racism. There’s no built in oppression there. That’s just commentary. Being mocked isn’t being held down. It isn’t being systematically deemed “lesser” by an entire group of people over years and years and years. It’s not based on anything. For racism to work (for want of a better term) there has to be that oppression. That’s why white people are so good at being racist. Also, white people being called out as racists isn’t racist. A person of colour saying “White people ruined hip hop” or “White people always steal pieces of our culture” isn’t racist. It’s the other way around. Iggy Azalea is racist. White people trying to pass durags off as high fashion is racist.
That’s why people hate us. Because we’re the most racist people on Earth and yet we don’t even understand how racism works.
KILL ‘EM
OMG I LOVE YOU
When white people are done with.white peoples bullshit >>>>>>>>>
I always reblog this epic clapback, nothing more moving than a person acknowledging how then can affect change within their privilege. Anon’s silly ass got read from the table of contents to the index.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST
“We’re the most racist people on earth and yet we don’t even know how racism works” yes slaaaay
I love everything about this post
This is what a woke white person is. As said above using his white privilege to address racism
I want educational Illiad, Odyssey, and Aeneid RPG games. They’re completely normal RPG games but the plot is a Classical epic–and accurate, too. If you beat the Illiad, you can get a code to load into Odyssey for better item drops or something. Turnus is the final boss of Aeneid.
ahhhhhhh i really really love this???? and do u
know why? not just because it’s my babies. not just because the coloring of ron’s
hair is on fucking point. not just because of harry’s lil hand in his pocket or his sad serious expression. not just because of hermione’s adorable purple
cardigan. IT’S BECAUSE HARRY AND RON ARE HOLDING HANDS. i mean not even in a ‘they’re
a thing’ way. although lbr i’m all about some harry/ron on the side. but i
always ALWAYS see hermione put in the middle. bc boys must not touch no. harry
and ron cannot be that close they must separate. which I KNOW - british and all
that. there’s that thing about physical affection, and harry’s doubly unsure
about physical affection bc abuse. but it’s just really nice to see them
arranged differently. it’s so rare (for me) to see ron in the middle, or even harry for
that matter, when they’re being this close at least. and it’s not that hermione
CAN’T be in the middle. i mean they’re her boys and that’s beautiful and she’s
just as important to the group as they are. but it seems like the films went a
long way in distorting fandom’s view of the trio, and when hermione is constantly
providing a barrier between the boys in fan art i feel like it’s symptomatic
of how thoroughly all three of their characters were destroyed in the movies.
everyone forgets that ron and harry are CLOSE. they’re best friends, they’re
brothers, THEY’RE FAMILY. they cheer each other up and protect each other and
love each other. THEY’RE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO ONE ANOTHER FOR GOD’S
SAKE. THEY CANNOT FUNCTION WHEN THEY ARE APART WE HAVE SEEN THIS. i just. ugh.
harry and ron being #1 bros. ron protecting and defending harry and hermione. hermione
doing whatever it takes to stand beside harry and ron. harry letting these
people, his best friends, help him in ways he never let anyone else help
before. THE TRIO BEING THE COHESIVE FAMILY UNIT THEY WERE MEANT TO BE.
oh my god THANK YOU! this was exactly what i was going for- it was deliberate that ron was in the middle. for all the attributes of harry and hermione, ron doesn’t get enough credit for being the glue that really holds the group together. i mean, when he leaves in the seventh book, harry and hermione are super depressed and you realize how much of a disadvantage it is not to have ron with them. not to take anything away from the other two- i love them all equally- but ron, for me, is really the heart of the trio. he’s what makes their dynamic work. (and you’re right, the depth of ron and harry’s relationship is totally glossed over in the films)
talking about 9/11 with white people who weren’t personally affected is literally one of the most frustrating things ever because they won’t stop talking about their experiences (even if their only connection is being in the same country during the event), but when i, a middle eastern person, try to contribute to the conversation, i can’t get a fucking word in.
like what the fuck, if nothing happened to you on that day – which, you know, thank goodness – why the fuck do you insist on dominating the conversation? my daily life is still being affected by this even now, over ten years later.
but you’re not interested in hearing about how my fifth grade health teacher never again called on me or the arab girl in my class. you’re not interested in how whenever my family travels, all fourteen of us (a number that used to include young children) get “randomly” searched. you’re not interested in the fact that when i was asked to buy a propane tank for a barbecue, i spent the rest of the day stressed out and worried that the attendants at all the stores visited to inquire were all going to think i was making explosives (all stores in the neighborhood mysteriously were out of propane tanks in the middle of summer). you’re not interested in the fact that whenever my cousin prepares to fly on his own, his mother calls him to make sure he’s clean shaven so he doesn’t look “like a terrorist.” you’re not interested in the fact that when i was you’re not interested in the fact that i once witnessed a whole family of white people bypass the x-ray scanner for the old fashioned metal detector, but when i asked for the same treatment, i was denied; when i pointed out the (many) signs claiming that i had the right to refuse going through that machine, the tsa agent who mere seconds earlier berated me for my request went conveniently deaf. you’re not interested in hearing about how my sister was told “sorry about your leader” when osama bin laden was killed.
i could reference personal anecdotes until i went blue in the face.
there are countless people who have stories like this, stories that are grotesque and demeaning and terrifying. these are everyday occurrences.
but you’re not interested in any of that. frankly, you’re not even that interested when middle eastern and muslim (and sometimes non-muslim desi) people are subjected to extreme violence or killed. you guys got over chapel hill pretty damn fast. if you noticed it at all.
you don’t give a fuck about us, or our ongoing 9/11 stories. you just want to tell me about how horrible it was, sitting in class and listening to other kids get their names called on the pa system.
