There is, I believe, a conversation that could be had about an unease we (black people) might have with the Obamas’ post-White House relationship with money.
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Half the difficulty getting white people to admit that they’ve got it easier is the abject failure of starting on 3rd base and still never getting to home.
This one’s pretty easy: did your grandfather fight in WWII? Cool. Bet he got one of those super-low-interest, almost-nothing-down VA mortgages to buy a house in a newly developed suburban tract, which almost certainly appreciated significantly over the ensuing 30 years. Cool. Guess what: black folks couldn’t get those.
Well, let me give full credit to Robin DiAngelo, author of White Fragility which I am currently reading, who opened my mind to this simple and powerful fact. Most white people put their comfort before all else, and once you realize that you see the world as it is.
Wow, he totally looks like he’s Bill O’Reilly’s secret son. Those are additionally, the most insipid looking children I’ve seen in quite some time. It’s remarkable how those in our society who should least pass on their genetic material seek to seize control of abortion rights.
We all saw dystopian fantasy and wypipo saw heaven.
You speak the TRUTH. Some white people prefer to die from lack of healthcare rather than have universal healthcare in this country because universal healthcare will cover everybody. Some white people are willing to throw AMERICA in the toilet and rally behind Russia because of their white identity politics. They will…
Since the 2016 presidential election, I have read and I have heard from people—mostly white but some nonwhite—that…
Crab legs are better. Easier to eat and more meat.
He’s talking about the process for eating steamed crabs in Maryland. It is a lot of work and you find out real quick if you have any cuts on your hands when Old Bay gets in there
You are getting a lot of shit for October (As an allergy sufferer who works with fiscal years- yes. As a human who enjoys light layering - co-sign, January deserves hatred. Fucking January, man) so I am going to focus on two parts of your list:
My best friend has curly red hair and her son has even redder hair (like fire engine red). It’s always little old white ladies (and when they lived in Japan, little old Japanese ladies) who would touch his hair and/or his face. He didn’t like it and she told him it’s not rude to say “please don’t touch me”. We’re…
I think you’re leaving out a key point here which is the urge some white people have to show they’re comfortable with everyone. People like that will go out of their way to pay attention to non-white people and their babies.
When I was about five, my brother and I were with my grandmother in Brooklyn and she turned to do something with my brother in the stroller. Some man came up to me and said “Hello, pretty” and stroked my cheek and my grandmother, who was 5'1" and 105 pounds on her best day, turned around and cussed him out (not…
Not going to attempt to confirm or deny this person’s account, and definitely not going to argue that this is a “both sides” issue, but as a fellow curly redhead, I can confirm that my hair is troublingly fascinating to some people. By some people I don’t mean black women, I mean old white women.
It’s memetic evolution. We white people are taught that we have a right to everything. Literally everything. The world is our oyster. Some white people might come at it from a position of guardianship (how adorable, it is OUR DUTY to PROTECT it), some - perhaps even many - come at it from a predatory position (how…
I didn’t know this was a thing until we adopted the munchkin (We’re white, he isn’t). People were treating him like a fucking zoo exhibit because he was a different race. And all the fucking questions about an incredibly personal decision “why did you do this?” And my personal favorite “are you going to have any kids…
While we’re on the topic did y’all know that “Ring My Bell” (that song in those Wal Mart commercials) is about cunnilingus? Go look at the lyrics if you don’t believe me. Those women back in the 70's were low-key freaks.