Okay, so let’s say we initially “misread” what transpired here. Does that automatically mean we also “misread” Charlottesville or the racist symbolism that fucking red hat represents? Last I checked Halloween was three months ago, so these kids weren’t exactly on an innocent trick-or-treating expedition.

“This black man walked into our drug store and sat at the counter right next to us. We weren’t being aggressive or threatening. We’re the real victims.”

What you see here hinges on whether you believe that “Make America Great Again” is a dog whistle meant to unite racists, misogynists, and homophobes under one umbrella, or you’re delusional and don’t care about people who aren’t white men.

If they are FSU fans that makes me hate them even more 

I’ve lived in NYC for 21 years, and been harassed on the street by the Black Israelites literally hundreds of times in that period. Weirdly, I never felt the urge to do anything other than walk away. Strange how easy that is. 

I can’t evaluate if doing “the chop” at Native Americans is racist without knowing if the choppers are FSU fans. How can I be expected to peer into their very souls?

We would have gotten details of the weed they snuck with them on the trip.

A group of entitled teens goes on a mission to spread their gospel of hate. I really need to know whether they were harassed by someone before spewing hate, or they were rudely interrupted in their attempt to spew hate by a band of people singing and playing drums before I can pass judgment. 

Not gonna lie. I now have no idea what actually happened.

White privilege is the media falling over itself to apologize when it thinks it misread a situation. If these were African-American kids, we never would’ve seen alternate video or explanations.

I’ve never really gotten over the fact that something I love so much could hurt me so bad.

When I was in kindergarten I snuck into the church during recess with a salad dressing bottle (clean, my mom was as a good reuser), filled it with holy water, snuck it home with telling anyone & drank it in my room after school.

I ate toffee off an airplane floor.

For the record, I was a witness to this savagery and not a participant. A buddy and I had spent several hours at our favorite bar and the last call had been made. Tommy the Bartender proceeded to ask us if we wanted a “Mat shot”. I declined, but my friend agrees. Tommy proceeds to empty the mat (that he’s been pouring…

I ate bleach.

Ants, live, a whole left over sodas' worth. I was about 13. So much shrieking and vomiting ensued. 100s of ants... And it was more the sensensation of the live ants desperately trying to climb out of my through and mouth that kept my gag reflex active for hours days weeks...

My parents have done this. They thought decorative soaps my grandma sent from Belgium were chocolates. They thought they tasted weird and gave them to our neighbor. The neighbors enjoyed them. My parents never asked if they are them or bathed with them. 

I ate soap. I was not a child.

Truly my crowning achievement! Might as well go for a three-peat...