#microaggressions in everyday life

[peridot-tears]

Hey MDZS fandom. I want you guys to be careful interacting with this person.

If you don't already know, Chinese people have had a long history with cultural erasure when it comes to taking on English-language names. It started with imperialism, and continues as a way to "assimilate" and avoid mockery of our language in western countries.

For Chinese diaspora like myself, it's another form of racism we face, to the point where some of us are reclaiming our names in everyday life. Here's an article about this movement happening across Asian diasporas in the United States -- just to name one instance out of many.

The responses to this post reflect that:

You can see that my comment assumed "good faith." However, OP deleted these comments and blocked me. (That didn't stop other people from calling it out as well, though I have to assume that if OP was so offended by my comment, the next few people will receive the same treatment.)

I honestly didn't like whipping up the diaspora statement -- that I wrote with multiple Chinese diaspora fans of MDZS, all of us hailing from multiple different countries and backgrounds, our ancestry coming from completely different regions of China -- because it meant that we were encountering another microaggression.

If you ever wonder why MDZS and danmei fandoms in general seem to be so bereft of Chinese diaspora voices, that's absolutely because of these microaggressions: Someone makes a joke, writes a story, writes some meta, that is culturally ignorant at best, offensive and harmful at worst, and when we gently correct them, explaining why it's racist, the person in question shuts us down, dismisses us, gets defensive, or worse.

Regardless of where you are -- fandom, social media, on the street, at work, at school -- as long as you are interacting with other people, your words matter and affect other people. That includes being racially offensive, even if you didn't intend to be. It's how you respond to the people you've insulted that reveals your character, how willing you are to be complicit in their mistreatment.

My rule of thumb has always been this -- if multiple people, including those of the culture you've just made a microaggressive joke about, find it unfunny, racist, or harmful, then you listen. Dismiss or ignore them, then yes -- you absolutely are racist.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

Wait when did Alexia use the word Chino? Is it really bad to say that? 🤔

hi anon - you don’t remember the world cup celebration? 😬 that’s how commonplace saying this word is (see below - our girls were not having their best moments that tournament cough *haka incident* cough). as to the second question, it’s 2025 so no i don’t think it’s okay to say words like this. for cultural context, this is something we are actively trying to change in spain as we sit here today! unfortunately, we have adopted several words in spanish and catalan that everyone uses as part of our everyday life but are examples of racial microaggressions against the immigrant and minority communities in spain.

one of my favourite linguists has a short video on youtube about how we commonly do this in spain with different words:

"quiero aclarar una cosa: usar una construcción racista no te convierte en racista. hay frases o expresiones que usamos sin ser conscientes de lo que significan realmente." - linguriosa

there is no reason to call a corner shop "un chino" or "el paki" based on the stereotype that immigrants from these countries are the ones running the stores. (and this happens in more european countries than just spain. if you live in a european country, think about what words you use when you are describing similar shops)

now, i'm not making excuses for alexia, or myself, or anyone else that uses this type of language. i've also said this as part of my everyday language, and i regret it. so my personal feelings are that i agree with the organisers of the #tengo nombre movement. and we in spanish society should stop using that word because it stigmatises and dehumanises people. we already have neutral words that already exist in our language to refer to corner shops, so there's no need to add a racial or ethnic component to the word.

anyway, she said it in this video during the world cup celebrations. 🤷‍♀️

if you ask 9 out of 10 spanish people, they would have no problem using this word and would not believe that it is a racist micro aggression. in fact, i bet i receive a few anons in my inbox arguing with me on this...

if you go to the instagram page for the #tengonombre movement, you'll see a bunch of dismissive comments on it like this below:

let me be clear: just because we grew up saying a certain word doesn't mean it's okay to keep saying it today. language constantly evolves and grows. that doesn't make us a generation of crystal, but instead a generation that actually gives a shit about minorities and immigrants.

so i think the more we collectively bring awareness to campaigns like this, the more we can change these views in spanish society. 🙏

[fountainpenguin]

"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

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Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

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Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  💙  💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Bret Stephens

Published: Jun 25, 2024

The notable fact about the anti-Israel campus demonstrations is that they are predominantly an elite phenomenon. Yes, there have been protests at big state schools like the University of Nebraska, but they have generally been small, tame and — thanks to administrators prepared to enforce the rules — short-lived. It’s Stanford, Berkeley, Yale, Penn, Harvard, Columbia and many of their peers that have descended to open bigotry, institutional paralysis and mayhem.

Two questions: Why the top universities? And what should those on the other side of the demonstrations — Jewish students and alumni most of all — do about it?

Regarding the first question, some argue that the furor over the campus protests is much ado about not much. The demonstrators, they say, represent only a small fraction of students. The ugliest antisemitic expressions occasionally seen at these events are mainly the work of outside provocateurs. And the student protesters (some of whom are Jewish) are acting out of youthful idealism, not age-old antisemitism. As they see it, they aim only to save Palestinian lives and oppose the involvement of their universities in the abuses of a racist Israeli state.

There’s something to these points. With notable exceptions, campus life at these schools is somewhat less roiled by protest than the media makes it seem. Outside groups, as more than one university president has told me, have played an outsize role in setting up encampments and radicalizing students. And few student demonstrators, I’d wager, consciously think they harbor an anti-Jewish prejudice.

But this lets the kids off the hook too easily.

Students who police words like “blacklist” or “whitewash” and see “microaggressions” in everyday life ignore the entreaties of their Jewish peers to avoid chants like “globalize the intifada” or “from the river to the sea.” Students who claim they’re horribly pained by scenes of Palestinian suffering were largely silent on Oct. 7 — when they weren’t openly cheering the attacks. And students who team up with outside groups that are in overt sympathy with Islamist terrorists aren’t innocents. They’re collaborators.

How did the protesters at elite universities get their ideas of what to think and how to behave?

They got them, I suspect, from the incessant valorization of victimhood that has been a theme of their upbringing, and which many of the most privileged kids feel they lack — hence the zeal to prove themselves as allies of the perceived oppressed. They got them from the crude schematics of Diversity, Equity and Inclusion training seminars, which divide the world into “white” and “of color,” powerful and “marginalized,” with no regard for real-world complexities — including the complexity of Jewish identity. They got them from professors who think academic freedom amounts to a license for political posturing, sometimes of a nakedly antisemitic sort. They got them from a cheap and easy revision of history that imagines Zionism is a form of colonialism (it’s decidedly the opposite), that colonialism is something only white people do, and that as students at American universities, they can cheaply atone for their sins as guilty beneficiaries of the settler-colonialism they claim to despise.

They also got them from university administrators whose private sympathies often lie with the demonstrators, who imagine the anti-Israel protests as the moral heirs to the anti-apartheid protests and who struggle to grasp (if they even care) why so many Jewish students feel betrayed and besieged by the campus culture.

That’s the significance of the leaked images of four Columbia University deans exchanging dismissive and sophomoric text messages during a panel discussion in May on Jewish life on campus, including the suggestion that a panelist was “taking full advantage of this moment” for the sake of the “fundraising potential.”

Columbia placed three of the deans on leave. Other universities, like Penn, have belatedly moved to ban encampments. But those steps have a grudging and reactive feel — more a response to Title VI investigations of discrimination and congressional hearings than a genuine acknowledgment that something is deeply amiss with the values of a university. At Harvard, two successive members of the task force on antisemitism resigned in frustration. “We are at a moment when the toxicity of intellectual slovenliness has been laid bare for all to see,” wrote Rabbi David Wolpe in his resignation announcement.

That’s the key point. More dismaying than the fact that student protesters are fellow traveling with Hamas is that with their rhyming chants and identical talking points, they sound more like Maoist cadres than critical thinkers. As the sociologist Ilana Redstone, author of the smart and timely book “The Certainty Trap,” told me on Monday, “higher education traded humility and curiosity for conviction and advocacy — all in the name of being inclusive. Certainty yields students who are contemptuous of disagreement.”

And so the second question: What are Jewish students and alumni to do?

It’s telling that the Columbia deans were caught chortling during exactly the kind of earnest panel discussion that the university convened presumably to show alumni they are tackling campus antisemitism. They were paying more lip service than attention. My guess is that they, along with many of their colleagues, struggle to see the problem because they think it lies with a handful of extremist professors and obnoxious students.

But the real problem lies with some of the main convictions and currents of today’s academia: intersectionality, critical theory, post-colonialism, ethnic studies and other concepts that may not seem antisemitic on their face but tend to politicize classrooms and cast Jews as privileged and oppressive. If, as critical theorists argue, the world’s injustices stem from the shadowy agendas of the powerful and manipulative few against the virtuous masses, just which group is most likely to find itself villainized?

Not even the most determined university president is going to clean out the rot — at least not without getting rid of the entrenched academic departments and tenured faculty members who support it. That could take decades. In the meantime, Jews have a history of parting company with institutions that mistreated them, like white-shoe law firms and commercial banks. In so many cases, they went on to create better institutions that operated on principles of intellectual merit and fair play — including many of the universities that have since stumbled.

If you are an Ivy League megadonor wondering how to better spend the money you no longer want to give a Penn or a Columbia — or just a rising high school senior wondering where to apply — maybe it’s time to forgo the fading prestige of the old elite for the sake of something else, something new. That’s a subject for a future column.

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Intersectionality is a "luxury belief"; that is, it signals a form of elite status. It's a form of academic masturbation which has no alignment with reality.

Luxury beliefs are ideas and opinions that confer status on the upper class, while often inflicting costs on the lower classes. – Rob Henderson

[mmakaylllaa]

Week 6 Blog 10/3

What are some examples of white supremacy in online spaces?

Besides bias embedded into coding leading to racism infiltrating online spaces we need to look at the conscious decisions gamers use when participating in video games pushing stereotypes.

“...the “male” cyborg continues to march on preestablished pathways of colonization, domination, and destruction through his militarized versions of video games and Nintendo wars.” (The Revenge of the Yellowfaced Cyborg Terminator) Although the point of this Terminator character is supposed to represent an apocalyptic future, the author poses a great question- what thought was put behind racializing the character with a distasteful name? This character poses as a ‘menace’ going through the virtual world committing heinous acts while posing as a certain race. The owner of this game sent out a statement claiming this game is merely a parody- ultimately confining the gamer and society to view and play the game through the lens of a “joke” which undermines any damage caused to the targeted community. This also poses another issue of preserving white supremacy and outcasting any backlash,

How can we relate today’s society to the Black Mirror episode “Nosedive”?

We are a very digital society reliant on connection and validation. Nosedive shows a world that poses as a futuristic one but with all the same values as the average middle class trying to climb to the top. Lacie starts off with a basic rating and due to the possibility of economic and social opportunities, she dedicates every interaction and moment of her day to creating and maintaining superficial relationships. The rating system is mostly based on social media posts which leads to an obsession to strive for others to perceive one in the most perfect lighting. Through the episode we see this has detrimental impacts on Lacie’s mental health and relationships which only lowers her status. Another important detail to take note of is the exploitation of personal data. We see this as Lacie is applying for apartments and is only considered for qualification based on her data and networks. We can relate all this to our day to day lives as we are currently in an obsessive, image/status driven society which distorts real life. Although the episode may pose as an extreme take, we must understand it emphasizes the dangers of having our lives so intertwined with technology.

How do we perform gender/race online?

Throughout the entire online world, we are able to present ourselves in any possible way. This goes beyond our posts and bios but into what media we consume and what online communities we interact with. We make language choices such as “feminine” or “masculine” communication, code switching, or even emojis. We decide when it is appropriate to use these communication styles based on our virtual communities, platforms, and social movements. It is important to note the dangers of these anonymous and fluid identities. Many take the opportunity to push gender and racial stereotypes and overt discrimination such as microaggressions, gendered harassment, and racial trolling all posed as “dark humor”.

How does race differ from real life and the cyberworld?

In our everyday real life, race is perceived based on visuality such as skin color, facial features, and cultural clues. These indicators are ultimately irreversible as people are assigned these racial identities at birth. In the cyberworld, online users have autonomy to hide, alter, or emphasize any aspects of their identity- both real or made up. The choice to remain anonymous allows people to present themselves without immediate visual indicators of race which can either reduce or completely remove any existing racial bias throughout online actions. A major privilege is for those in the online world is the option to present as something other than their racial identity, which is entirely impossible throughout face to face interactions.

[benicebefunny]

Even in the unlikely scenario that they've never spoken about Rupert at all, you'd hope Jade would understand the importance of pulling her punches when it comes to her boyfriend's boss. The fact that she doesn't get this (alongside her huge-ass apartment) hints that Jade may not be the Service Worker Hero/Voice of the Working Class fandom makes her out to be. She may indeed just be someone who enjoys putting Brown men in their place. (Mr. Shelby, anyone?)

Far be it for me to judge people judging people, but righteous certainty in one's ability to immediately judge the value of another human being does not seem praise-worthy.

Judging someone based on very little information, brief interactions, or a single meeting seems like a great way to misjudge someone. You may be right some of the time, but the rest? It's not worth it.

No, no, by me, it's far more ethical to reserve judgment, to sit silently, stewing in resentment for months or even years, waiting for the exact moment to issue a devastating assessment of their character and all the ways they've wronged you.

I suppose that's just how I was raised.

[landrysg]

Students who police words like “blacklist” or “whitewash” and see “microaggressions” in everyday life ignore the entreaties of their Jewish peers to avoid chants like “globalize the intifada” or “from the river to the sea.” Students who claim they’re horribly pained by scenes of Palestinian suffering were largely silent on Oct. 7 — when they weren’t openly cheering the attacks. And students who team up with outside groups that are in overt sympathy with Islamist terrorists aren’t innocents. They’re collaborators. ...

More dismaying than the fact that student protesters are fellow traveling with Hamas is that with their rhyming chants and identical talking points, they sound more like Maoist cadres than critical thinkers. As the sociologist Ilana Redstone, author of the smart and timely book “The Certainty Trap,” told me on Monday, “higher education traded humility and curiosity for conviction and advocacy — all in the name of being inclusive. Certainty yields students who are contemptuous of disagreement.”

[mayoayonnaise]

She moved with a fluid grace, a goddess sculpted from moonlight and honey. Her power wasn't a weapon brandished, but a silent, irresistible force. A whisper that could shatter mountains, a glance that could ignite revolutions. She wasn’t above the fray; she was woven into the very fabric of it, the heartbeat of creation, the pulse of life itself. She wasn’t draped in celestial fabrics or perched on a throne of clouds. She was just… her. A woman, maybe a barista, maybe a teacher, maybe a single mom juggling three jobs. But in her eyes— the quiet strength of a thousand suns. This was God, in her most human form, and her power wasn’t some cosmic force, but the quiet, unwavering resolve to dismantle the systems that had tried to break her, and countless others like her. SHE WAS JUST A WOMAN, A WOMAN.

The men who misjudged her, the ones who saw only her grin, not the fire in her eyes— they missed the point entirely. Her strength was only increased by their attempts to subdue, and control her. Their biggest flaw was their blindness, and their arrogance was their downfall. For she was the earth— fertile and unwavering, capable of both nurturing and destruction. They didn’t see the years of hard work, the sacrifices made, the battles fought and won in the quiet corners of my own heart. They failed to recognize the courage required to get out of bed every morning, deal with the continual push to fit in, the subtle slights, and the microaggressions. MEN ARE TRASH— WHY MUST MEN DISREGARD WOMEN’S WORTH?

She was the storm— powerful and erratic, capable of both gentle rain and devastating thunder. She was the sun— radiating warmth and light, but could also burn those who dared to stand too close. She was the moon— a silent observer, a confidante, a source of both enigma and comfort. She didn’t need to raise her voice; her actions spoke volumes. She wasn’t seeking vengeance— she was building a better world, a world where the divine feminine wasn't relegated to a distant, ethereal realm, but woven into the very fabric of everyday life. THE TRUE POWER OF GOD, A WOMAN THAT SHE IS.

And maybe that’s okay. Maybe they’re not meant to understand. Her power is for her alone, for the women who stand beside her. It’s a power built not on anger, but on self-acceptance, on resilience, on the unwavering belief in our own inherent worth. And that, her friends, is a force to be reckoned with. She was unquestionably powerful, the embodiment of creation, the creator of her own fate. It was a power that was earned rather than imposed, one that was evoked by awe and reverence rather than fear. She is aware that she is unstoppable. MEN SHALL KNEEL BEFORE THE WOMAN, KNEEL BEFORE HER— KNOW YOUR PLACE, PEASANT. WORSHIP WOMEN.

[drdemonprince]

I've read you observed that when you're wordy you are congratulated and when other people (trans, black woman, etc) are wordy they are told they are being unnaprocheable. I think we can clearly see what are the biases at play, but i also find extremely frustrating this world of dumbing down complex topic. Granted i'm training to be a teacher so that's kind of my job, but sometimes i feel like as an autistic trans woman every NGO out there puts out pamphlets explaining the cishets NTs in a few words and i just feel a bit of anger. I spent years trying to learn and fit in this world, i don't care if an employer read a 5 page pamphlet with corporate cutesy illustrations on autism, Neurodiverrgence, or gender. I want them to fucking put effort on it, go read a book that explains things and our diversity on detail, I've had to do this all my life so i can get a semblance of functioning, NTs, cishets and other hegemons won't die if they have to put some effort on understanding us. I know i'm asking for too much, but sometimes you need to get involved in complicated things that you don't understand, I do it everyday, so if you are neurotypical and cis, please take the time because we don't have the privilige of being ignorant.

Yeah, I'm with you -- anti-intellectualism and symbolic self-congratulatory neoliberal identity based shit is a problem. But what i'm talking about is people like birlinterrupted on here being like "trans women face a unique form of oppression" and then repeatedly getting replies like WAT CAN SOMEONE SAY THIS IN ENGLISH PLEASe and shit. it's a real common microaggression ive noticed. especially among ppl who have a vested interest in not 'understanding' their own intersectionality and the privileges attendant to it. and very tied to the same anti intellectualism youre rightly concerned about i think

[readychilledwine]

About CoParents:

Warning- Long post, and my thoughts are a little jumbled

I got accused of racism today over my Co Parents drabble featuring Eris and Cassian. I was also accused of alienating Cassian from his daughter, forcing her to grow up in a place known for racism and prejudice, ect.

And I just need to talk about it.

To address the alienation- I based the relationship between Cassian, Eris, and babygirl off of one I see in my everyday life between my partner's brother, his daughter, her momma and her significant other.

In my real life- Momma has primary custody of their daughter, and she has been with her significant other since their daughter was about 7 months old. She is 4 and views both of them as daddy. She gets sad when she leaves her "home dad" and mom. But that sadness is quickly gone as soon as she is with bio daddy (partner's brother.)

I based the communications and exchange on what I've watched between the two men in my life. The babygirl in my life is happy, healthy, loves both of her daddies equally, but like all Littles who have adult feelings, but do not know how to express them, she gets a little sad because she knows she'll miss mom and dad, even if she's super excited to also see biodaddy, and she cries leaving biodaddy to go back home. We've ALL worked our asses off ensuring she has healthy home lives, support from all of us, and she knows how loved, wanted, and supported she is (and she does.) I do not see a few little tears during an exchange as a sign of alienating a parent.

I also tried to make it clear she sees Cassian. The updates Eris gave him are SMALL. (She likes hot chocolate before bed now. Potty issues a lot of littles struggle with.) Eris calls Cassian her dad, which is NOT something people alienating a parent does. Eris told Cassian he had no doubts Cassian would take good care of her over the next 2 weeks, which is a sign of Eris supporting Cassian as a father. I had planned on doing the exchange back with Cassian in Autumn, returning babygirl to the reader, and meeting the babe.

But now we head into the racism part.

Being accused of being racist is a lingering ick, and I can't shake it.

I am active in organizations that work with BIPOC on educating people on racism, discrimination, and privilege. I work with law enforcement, medical, and fire teams regarding race sensitivity education. I am the dispatcher who also handles empathy training in our department. I pride myself on being sensitive, empathic, and educated on signs of racism and microaggressions.

I want to apologize if Co Parents came off that way to someone else, though. I want to apologize to anyone who may have been offended. It was not my intent at all as the writer, and genuinely, if I hurt you, I am sorry.

I'm debating on deleting Co Parents and being done with writing acotar characters as parents, especially in Coparenting situations and blended houses. I never want to feel as icky as I do right now, I will not be writing a follow-up to it if it does stay up, and I'm going to be done with the dynamic to prevent this from happening again.

I do also want to add-

I am fine with discussing and taking criticism for my writing. If it turns into a debate, though, and "let's agree to disagree," has been said by both of us, but it still turns into more digging and backhanded attacks, I make no promises I won't block you.. I want my blog to be a safe haven for myself and my followers. I won't allow someone to attack any of you or me here. I don't appreciate that at all. I was going to allow the comments to sit, but there's a line, and I felt it was crossed in this situation.

I don't know, friends. Feeling pretty icky.

[nitw]

i used to feel weird about having my autism labeled as a disability in the past, but i've come to realize that i only have the ableist stigma surrounding it to blame for that. or more specifically the way ableism creates a divide between invisible disabilities and more obvious ones, which benefits no one.

i mean. was i not raised in a completely different reality from most kids, even before anyone could put a label on why? did the diagnosis not put more focus on my mental and physical well-being, and grant me a shitton of privileges on that front, but at the cost of being viewed as more of a suffering animal than a human in the eyes of specialists? is my autism not what strongly hinders my ability to do everyday tasks that most people barely struggle with? is my autism not something that i've had to fight and want to die over and stare in the face before i could learn to love and respect it? does it not continue to cause me as much grief as it does self-esteem on a daily basis? do i not continue to find new reasons to take pride IN it rather than in spite of it? do i not know what it's like to be pitied out of misplaced guilt (which is really just ableist microaggressions) because of how "unfortunate" my existence is? to have people call me "strong" and "brave" literally just for trying to survive under the societal expectations that they, themselves, enforce? to have an essential part of my identity, a PERMANENT one that i have no choice but to accept, be narrowed down to JUST the negatives in most people's eyes? to have the whole conversation about my life revolve around pain and suffering, rather than the infinite healing process, or all the good things you can only find by developing a certain perspective?

i don't think there's anything particularly abled about that.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“I wonder if Grandma’s proud of me, wherever she is. She never seemed to be, but maybe dying has made her less...intense.”

Ulyssa looked at her wife sadly. From all the microaggressions she’d endured during her brief time with the former queen, Ulyssa doubted that the woman could be proud of any of her family members. None of them had ever measured up to her standards, but saying so wouldn’t be comforting for Maura.

“I’m sure she is,” Ulyssa lied. “You’re doing great as queen; you just have to believe in yourself. Twikkii Island has changed since she ruled it and you’re guiding it through a hard time. You’re doing just fine.”

“It really has changed, hasn’t it?” Maura remarked with a sigh. “Things aren’t as peaceful and calming as they used to be. I’m spending enormous amounts of money on our military and I can barely use the washroom without a full military escort. This isn’t how I wanted to rule. Everyday things here feel less and less like the home I grew up in. On one hand, I’m sending our forces to be trained by Claudia’s generals and on the other, I’m supposed to be cautious of trusting her because of Pleasantview’s history of aggression. She’s my cousin and my friend. Am I really supposed to consider her a suspect in my mother’s murder?”

“I know things are rough now, but we’ll get through them,” Ulyssa promised, kissing her wife quickly. “I have my doctor’s appointment to get to this morning, but I’ll see you after lunch if I can. Just try to relax until then. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have good news about the heir situation.”

Maura smiled.

“That would be one less thing to worry about,” she agreed, though her rigid posture showed no sign of relaxation. “Good luck. I hope things go well.”

Maura left in the direction of the throne room, leaving Ulyssa alone- or at least as alone as she could be in a castle on high alert with a protective squad following her every move. While she understood the need for security, the castle had felt unusually claustrophobic lately. Her only escape was teleporting back home to Arkhelios where Wanda had made it very clear that sending a protective detail with Ulyssa would be seen as an act of aggression. The Durant family was entitled to privacy and seeing armed guards escort the Queen and her wife around didn’t sit right with the witch. Arkhelios would take care of its own, which was more than fine with Ulyssa. Visiting Arkhelios was her only escape from the castle and her time spent there was now incredibly precious.

“Ulyssa? Are you free to talk?”

Ulyssa recognized her little sister’s voice immediately, though she couldn’t guess why Cindra was at the castle.

“I’m free for a little bit, what’s going on?”

Ulyssa saw the shy smile on her sister’s face before she realized that Cindra was standing next to someone. Maura’s half-brother Trent was shyly smiling and wringing his hands, a clear sign that he was nervous to speak with Ulyssa.

Oh god, this can only mean one thing. She’s either dating him or pregnant. At least it’s not Nathan. I don’t know what I’d do if it was Nathan.

“We just wanted to let you know that we’re dating,” Cindra announced, looking hopefully at her older sister. “I’ve run into Trent a couple of times when I’ve been here to visit and we really hit it off. I asked him out for coffee and one thing kind of lead to another. I hope you’re okay with this. We’re not trying to threaten you or Maura or compete with you to make heirs or something stupid like that. We’re just dating.”

Ulyssa cringed internally but managed to hide it from her expression. What weird world had she gotten herself into where her little sister felt like she couldn’t date someone without her permission? Had someone in the castle told either one of them that Maura may oppose their happiness because she was still without an heir of her own?

I hate this.This wasn’t supposed to be what my life was like. Maura and I were going to live how we wanted and have kids when we wanted and go where we wanted. Now, everything’s a mess and I don’t know how to change things. Am I really supposed to worry about who Maura’s little brother dates, just in case they’re a threat? It’s Cindra, for god’s sake. She couldn’t threaten a fly.

“I’m glad you told me,” Ulyssa said finally. “I’m really happy for you two. He’s a much better man than Nathan and I want you to be as happy as I am with Maura. Maybe we can have lunch together sometime and catch up.”

:Yeah, I’d like that.” Cindra beamed at her sister and grabbed Trent’s hand eagerly. “Trent, you promised to show me the back gardens. Let’s have a picnic out there this afternoon. Maybe my sister or Maura can join us too.”

Not likely with our schedule. I barely see Maura anymore until we’re in bed at night. If I wanted to take her for lunch, I’d need to schedule it three months in advance, plus clear it with my own schedule. Just talking with her in the hall was a miracle. We were supposed to have years together before she got the throne but now it’s all we talk about.

“That sounds great. I don’t know if I have time today, but sometime soon.”

With a sad smile and a quick hug for her sister, Ulyssa continued down the hall to prepare for her doctor’s appointment and likely more bad news about the potential heir she was supposed to produce.

[thelovebug]

transracial adoptee escaping abusive home situation

When I was 17 years old, I was being driven home by my father. A woman was jogging passed the car and he made a comment that really stuck with me, and reminded me where I was and what my role was in life. He mentioned how she looked as dark as a nigger. It made me think of what he saw me as, although I knew this wasn’t the first instance where a comment was made about my race. Whether it be about me or about someone else. I remember hearing, “how are you black yet you can’t dance” or him wanting to call a person he was arguing with a nigger. Everyday when I enter the kitchen, I am greeted with a set piece that features blackface. The microaggressions are too much for me, I was subjected to ruthless racism and hatred throughout my entire school career by my white classmates, and they did not move a budge to help me or support me. I’ve been in poor health since I was an infant, and I am grateful for them taking care of me but using my sick moments as a “gotcha” moment or to guilt trip me over showing emotions of anger or sadness. Constantly telling me how good I have it and I should be grateful. I was threatened and subjected to physical violence as a child, which stopped once I made it clear I would not hesitate to call 911 now that I was old enough to do so. If my father is not ragefully screaming, talking down to, or calling me a communist because I don’t like what he likes or agree with everything he says. My mother is insulting me or putting me through emotional incest because the man she decided to marry doesn’t care to be that stand in anymore. She is narcissist who would rather die than apologize for letting me get sexually abused and bullied. She calls me a pig, a monster, tiring, annoying, a whiner, a drug addict. A drug addict after I confided in her about how pot relieves my joint pain and felt like she needed to know I use it in the house sometimes, because I didn’t want to lie to her even though she lies to me every other day. Just recently she added on more trauma and resentment I have towards her when she stole from my savings account and said she didn’t feel bad about it. This is supposed to be my MOTHER. 

I have taken care of her and my father when they are sick or just don’t feel like contributing to the day. When she is ill she goes to me, I take her blood, as a kid I would rub her back and feet, when she’s confused or doesn’t know what to do, she asks ME for help. When my father was in the hospital because of his own stupidity and ignorance towards his health, she felt more inclined to take care of him, a man who once referred to her as a fat bitch, right in front of me as a child than her kids. When I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when I was 12, the hospital staff taught her how figure out dosages, which eventually she would have to teach me. This did not happen, and even when I asked to be taught, she said she forgot. It wasn’t until I asked my new doctor to teach me again, that I figured it out but because of my own stubborness, I didn’t ask until I was 18. The older I got the more I felt ignored, hated, and their resentment towards me grew. They resented any thought or plea from me about wanting to know my family history or when I wanted to connect more with my culture or community, my mom even refused to let me see black friends. They make fun of my bonnet, the way I sound, talk, what I know, what I don’t know. I never got know my culture, I want to wear braids, I want to listen to black artists and gush over them, I want to love myself freely and without shame. I want to be gay, I want to have a girlfriend, I want to explore my gender. I just want to be free. I can’t stay in the same house I was touched and abused in anymore. My job isn’t giving me any shifts, and I’m still searching for one that will work around my disabilities and I can get to within a 10 mile radius. My father is the only one who can give me transportation but he is an awful driver who gets into frequent accidents, and has driven drunk on multiple occasions and gave me the rule that to work, the location has to be within 10 miles. I am at the end of the road at this point, if I can’t get a car for myself (since I’m not allowed to drive despite having a license) then I feel like I will die here. I do not have external family due to adoption, and I do not trust either sides of my parents extended family. 

I feel like the system has failed me. Because of some random lawyer or social worker, I was placed here when I was still in infancy, with a family who I feel I can personally never call my true family. Family does not subject their kids to things I have been through. I would’ve rather been aborted than born at all if this was gonna be my future. I don’t know and will never know my real mom or dad and there aren’t any ways to fix this, my original birth certificate was altered. I started this GFM so I can start again, to have a life before it’s too late. I’m only 20 and I turn 21 next month but I feel physically and mentally exhausted to the point where I feel my chest ache and can’t move. Even if you can’t donate please share my story and I want everyone to know that transracial adoption is harmful, anti-black, painful and the silence concerning it is deafening and I will never forgive the adults who decided to put me in this position before I could even speak. 

[allamericanlacy]

Lacy.

Lacy has been the one song on Guts that has been sticking with me every second of everyday, and I finally figured out why.

On genius, this is what it says Lacy is about.

"In one lens, Rodrigo embraces her inferiority complex by personifying the beauty of women she’s intimidated by in this “Lacy” character. Similar to “jealousy, jealousy” and “obsessed,” Olivia succumbs to her habit of comparing herself to other women to an extent so extreme that it seems like a crippling romantic obsession."

Using that, I have found myself relating it to a girl that I know in real life. This girl, who I have admired for years, is everything I want to be and even more. She's pulchritudinous. Gorgeous eyes that always have a glimmer of optimism in them, long arms and legs that aren't plagued by the burden of body hair, shiny hair that effortlessly frames her face beautifully, a face that isn't weighed down by glasses that conceal her best feature.

However, her beauty is beyond being purely physical. She has the intelligence level that my parents and I could only dream of me having. Her ability to excel every subject without an ounce of stress seeming to weigh down her natural beauty. And her voice—a voice so sweet and sultry I could die from sugar poisoning—never seems to waver when speaking kind word to people, no matter who she was talking to.

The asshole of the grade? She praised him for his art, the one thing he seemed to be proud of.

The shy girl who had been cast out and bullied? She sat with her at lunch, going on and on since she knew that the other girl didn't have the confidence to.

The average person? She never criticized them for anything. She had a hard time with things like that, even if it was a large part of an assignment.

This girl seemed to be perfect. A smile on her gorgeous face, the smarts of a reputable scholar, and the sincerity that most lack. How couldn't I keep myself from trying to be around her? And that's the thing: this girl is my best friend in the entire world.

I've known her for a decade already, having met when we were 5 in kindergarten.

If I remember correctly, this wonderful girl had come up to me at recess when I was sitting alone at the swings. She mentioned that she thought no one deserved to be ostracized from everyone else just because they were "different." Obviously that isn't exactly what she said, but that was the gist of it.

I was cast out simply because of how I look. Rather than have the pale, milky skin and flowing ocean of blonde hair with piercing blue eyes, I had everything but that. Darker, tanner skin with frizzy dark hair with equally dark eyes that I have been told were ugly. Not even just that, but the hair that was prevalent on my arms and legs were all the more reason for the kids in my predominately white school to view me as being both different and inferior to them.

Seeing my own Lacy reminds me of the years of microaggressions that I've been subjected to. She reminds me of how badly I wanna be here, as well as how many others like me—poc people—wanna be her too.

It isn't her fault, it never has been. It's the fault of how society has instilled this image of the "perfect person" in our brains as being white with blonde hair blue eyes. And yet I still find myself here, jealous of her.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Louisa Clarence-Smith

Published: Feb 23, 2024

Russell Group universities have told staff and students that saying “the most qualified person should get the job” is a “microaggression”.

At least five universities have issued guidance or training courses on how to eliminate “microaggression”, which are defined as subtle or indirect forms of discrimination.

Guidance from the University of Glasgow and the engineering department of Imperial College London states that saying “the most qualified person should get the job” is an example of a microaggression.

Glasgow’s guidance, which forms part of the university’s anti-racism campaign, suggests that the statement would be wrong because it asserts “that race does not play a role in life successes”.

Other examples of microaggressions listed by the university include saying that “everyone can succeed if they work hard enough”. The university states that possible implications of the statement could include suggesting that someone only got a job because of quotas, or that they cannot make a valuable contribution.

‘Denying individual prejudice’

Other statements listed as microaggressions by Imperial include “men and women have equal opportunities for achievement” and “positive action is racist”.

Meanwhile, the University of Edinburgh states that microaggressions often take the form of “questioning an individual’s lived experience” or “denying individual prejudice”.

Examples cited by the university include saying of a third person: “I’m sure they didn’t mean anything by that”, or denying that a person is a racist.

Newcastle University describes microaggressions as “the everyday slights, indignities, put downs and insults that people of colour, women, people from LGBTQIA+ communities or those who are marginalised, experience in their day-to-day interactions with people”.

It lists examples such as a white person telling a black person “white people get killed by the police too”, when discussing police brutality.

The microaggression statements from universities were uncovered by the Committee for Academic Freedom (CAF), a group of academics worried about the erosion of free speech on campus.

‘Expression of lawful beliefs’

Dr Edward Skidelsky, a philosophy lecturer at the University of Exeter, who is director of the CAF, said: “By campaigning against questioning and denial, these universities are advocating an uncritical acceptance of statements in the various, undefined areas that their microaggression guides refer to. The effect, again, is to undermine a culture of free inquiry.

“Universities must not campaign against the expression of lawful beliefs. They must not take official positions. They must not outlaw ‘questioning’ and ‘denial’. They must not undermine free inquiry.”

Chris McGovern, the chairman of the Campaign for Real Education, said: “It would seem that the woke virus has infected universities in a major way. It is cowardly. Universities are supposed to show their intelligence and reason and they are disapplying their intelligence and reason in order to pursue the woke agenda.”

The universities have been contacted for comment.

[thebreakfastgenie]

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last song — I Go to Extremes

last show — Succession

last movie — Bridge of Spies

currently watching — well I just finished Succession and haven't picked up anything new yet... The Bear might be next though

currently reading — Racial Microaggressions in Everyday Life: Implications for Clinical Practice (assigned reading)

current obsession — Billy Joel

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