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everyone please watch this rock ballad in which a middle-aged man sings about being bisexual

“where do you see yourself in five years”

slightly dehydrated, eating refried beans out of a can in an abandoned old metal trailer in the desert. My look can be described as “grungey power ranger shounen.” With me are four other people with similar aesthetics, dipping their feet in a duct-taped wading pool and sharing a cooler of popsicles. Against a cinder-block fire-pit that may or may not shelter multiple rattlesnakes leans a bright yellow vespa that may or may not be able to hover, and a goat is chewing on what’s left of a potted plant just outside the trailer’s front door. On an old radio with antenna longer than I am tall, tuned into an un-locatable radio station, my chemical romance crackles in and out. The government thinks I’m dead and my student loans are void. Things are good.

The ending really floored me.

To intrude as a white person, I think I understand what you’re saying, but what you’re referring to here is called racial prejudice, not racism. 

**or, to edit myself here a bit: perhaps by your definition of racism you are right, but understanding the distinction between racial prejudice and racism as it’s discussed in this article might help clear up why this is such a delicate issue for a lot of people:

“Reverse racism is not real because racial prejudice directed at White people doesn’t have the weight of institutional oppression behind it, but that doesn’t meant that White people aren’t sometimes hurt by racial prejudice.

This is not to say that we should cater to White people’s feelings in conversations about racism or that this hurt is in any way comparable to the hurts caused by racism. It is to say, though, that we as White folks need to talk about this concept in a new way when engaging other White people.

If we never acknowledge the ways that White people feel wounded by interpersonal racial bigotry, we can’t push past this defensiveness to make change.

So no, it does not feel good to be called a “cracker.” It’s legitimate to feel hurt by that language. And as White folks, we can validate that hurt in other White people as we call them in to a conversation about racism.”

-http://everydayfeminism.com/2014/07/8-things-white-people-race/

I’m not bringing this up to annoy you or act like I know something you don’t, I’m just putting it here because I believe it matters, the way we speak shapes the way we think, and acknowledging the pain people of color have been put through is especially important for us as white people to do, because they are human like us but unlike us their hurt and their pain in this regard have deep, deep roots that deserve a lot of respect and need our understanding if we are to heal as a global culture.

I hope at least one part of this goofiness can make you laugh. I highly recommend making dancing videos to end your night off on a good note.

This is actually how I dance in real life too tho

I need to do another one of these

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