I mean okay but did this guy come from a non-English speaking country recently? Is his accent thick? Because like, I feel like if I went to France they’d be like “Your French is really good!” Or if any white person went to Japan. Or if a Hispanic person went to India. I mean unless a stranger with no context about him was just like “Oh you’re English is so great” based solely on his skin color, I really don’t think this is a racism thing at all.
People speak different languages. If English isn’t your first and you came from a non-English speaking country, I think its a fair thing to compliment your ability to pick up a language. Not an easy thing to do. So seriously, relax Malcolm X, its a compliment.
Im so sick of seriously put sweeping generalizations, and the demonetization of white cisgender people, like they’re some kind of monsters designed to pick out what offends you and do it anyway. God.
I can see where you’re coming from but you’re way off. You’ve completely missed the point and I am not surprised that you don’t get it. All I have to say it isn’t difficult to respect others’ feelings, just don’t act like you know everything when you don’t. You’ve never had to go through that so you don’t know what it’s like and let me tell you, this happened to me last month and I was definitely offended as well. I don’t want to go into details because it’s a waste of my time after seeing all the comments you’ve been saying lately. If someone doesn’t like something, just respect their wishes even if you don’t understand. That’s all.
Okay I’m not even going to bite my tongue because if it’s one thing I cannot STAND its being talked down to. Don’t fucking be condescending toward me ever because I’m damn smart and I grew up in a situation where I met a lot of different people and I learned a lot of shit. I don’t have to respect anyone’s wishes when they come at me making sweeping generalizations about my race. Thats that. The same way I’m not you, you’re not me. You don’t know what I’ve experienced. You don’t know what I do and don’t understand. I don’t know what “comments” I’ve been making lately that you could possibly be talking about because the only thing I respond to anything with is equality, objectivity, and common sense.
I’m offended too that you assume that don’t understand. Let me fill you in on a little bit about my personal upbringing. I lived in a white trash trailer park until I was 5 and as soon as my parents divorced, I moved into the Washington D.C. area. I attended High Point High School, named the State of Maryland’s #1 most ethnically diverse High School.
In 2009, the year I graduated, this was the rough racial break down,
American Indian: 10
Asian American: 132
African American: 907
That makes the Hispanic population roughly 47%, the African American population at 39%, and the Caucasian population at approximately 1% rounded up. You didn’t know, but had you I’d literally reach across this computer and slap the shit out of you for saying that I didn’t go through racial discrimination. Like I skipped out of my house every day being sprinkled with free money and privilege bits. I was harassed every. day. The administrators treated me with so much contempt while I saw them high fiveing and laughing with other students. People sucked their teeth when I sat down at an open seat at their lunch tables. They’d get mad at me when I tried to talk, and called me a racist when I chose to read a book instead of try to socialize. I was nominated for homecoming queen. My name was on the ballot. I tell the story like its a joke today but when it happened and they called my name out in front of the whole Senior and Junior class and I had to walk through those bleachers down to stand next to the BLATANTLY disgusted candidates for Homecoming King and listen to all of the students calling me a fag as I walked past them. White fag. Big ass white fag.. I have motherfucking been. there. Casavina.
What it didn’t do to me was make me see every Hispanic person as homophobic. What it didn’t do to me was make me believe black people are ignorant and rude. What it didn’t do to me make me into a racist. What it DID do to me was make me realize that some people aren’t blessed with compassion and understanding. What it DID do to me was teach me how to take a punch. What it did show me is that racism is universal. This has nothing with that gif set but you saying that I havn’t been there pisses me off so fucking much.
And I actually wouldn’t be shocked if someone thought you had a hard time with English, you specifically because you have trouble speaking. Why wouldn’t someone see that you’re Hispanic, hear that you’re having trouble speaking and not make the first assumption that you’re not a native speaker omg. How can you expect other people to be considerate toward you when you refuse to be considerate towards them. The first thing you want to to is put a big red racism sticker on their for head and then make a blog post about how some horrible white person complimented your English that day. WOW SO SAD 4 U!
Aim your guns at the real racists instead of making mountains out of molehills.
It’s a couple hours later and I’m STILL suprised anyone complimented casavina on her english.
Maybe you have good intentions, but I’m going to have to say this.
Stop. Glamorizing. Weight loss.
There are more important things like being skinny.
I lost weight because I was anorexic. In the summer before my junior year of high school, I was very depressed over my family situation, and my gender identity, and I tried to blame it all on my weight. I hated myself so much that I stopped eating almost entirely. I was so twisted in the process, that I started finding things like my rib bones jutting out to be signs of success, and the less I ate, the better I felt. As time went on, I started to see it affecting me, and I started to change. Slowly I’ve worked my weight back up, and I’ve learned to change my surroundings. If you feel like you need to lose weight, then you really just need to change the atmosphere. Stop looking at stick models as perfect. Don’t hang around people who talk about their weight, or yours. Never pinch at your stomach or stare at yourself in the mirror and be disappointed. Nobody actually ever has that moment, where they go to their high school reunion, newly skinny, and everyone praises them. If you think people will only want you if your skinny, then they only want you for being skinny. And you don’t want to be around those people. You have to learn to love yourself, because nobody can for you. Love yourself for you.
Under the influences of kitty and homely, Marcelene P. Ecstacy is now officially part of the Pop family fortune <33