Posts tagged really?
Posts tagged really?
I’ll respect your background if you respect mine.
There are some things I can’t abide today. This is one of them. This article is full of choice passages like this one:
"I want to stop lying about the suits I buy for my internship. I want to stop saying they are hand me down’s from my cousin. I want to be able to say thank you when I receive a compliment on them. I was taught that you should always dress for the job you want, not the job you have. I want to be taken seriously at my internship and look professional—and I have the resources to buy nice-looking suits and have my hair professionally highlighted.
I’m tired of justifying my address and the backlash I receive when I tell people I am a student and live in a high-rise apartment. I’m tired of the looks my doorman gives me when he hands me my package (of work clothes) delivered from J.Crew.
So stop making me feel like I’ve done something wrong. Stop making me feel like I am less deserving. I didn’t ask to be born into this kind of circumstance and I’m tired of being judged for it.”
Does she seriously not understand how much she is flaunting her privilege with this post? If this is how she talks to the poors in person, perhaps there’s a different reason people think she’s insufferable. Maybe it’s not the wealth. Maybe it’s regaling others with stories about how uncomfortable you feel making eye contact with your doorman when he brings you your packages of (work clothes) from J. Crew. And maybe your doorman gave you the stink eye because you didn’t tip like a lot of privileged douchecanoes.
I went shopping for (work clothes) at the thrift store. So thanks for implying that I’m somehow less than you because I’m not looking “professional” like you.
And the next time someone gives you a compliment? Just say “thank you” like you want. People don’t care where your suit came from unless they said, “Nice suit. Where did you get it?” Trust me, no one is expending that much mental energy worrying about where you — you special little snowflake, you — got your hair done or your suit. You are not the center of the universe.
Let’s pretend for a second you’re right, even though you’re not. Everyone is critiquing you on whether or not you are dressing for the job you want. Good news, snowflake! If you fail that critique, well, you can always order another round from your pal, J. Crew. Those of us without said resources get judged, too, and there isn’t a goddamn thing we can do about it except pretend it isn’t happening, smile, and move on. Because if someone is judging us for last season’s suit, there’s no way to fix that when the electric bill is overdue and the cupboards are empty.
I just can’t with this shit. Your parents worked hard. Good for them! Mine worked hard too, and they’re living on social security and a pension. Plenty of people are working hard RIGHT NOW and aren’t even able to put food on the table, i.e. a good portion of SNAP recipients who have full time jobs.
The tl;dr version? Maybe it’s not all of us. Maybe it’s you. And that’s the ultimate privilege — not having to look in the goddamn mirror and see what inane vanity it’s reflecting back.
USA Today, that bastion of hard-hitting investigative journalism typically found outside your hotel room door, has reached a new apex by covering some drunken twit’s tweet as newsworthy. However, that’s not the true glory of this blurb.
The second sentence sets a new high for lows in national media: “That’s like in the coma and death range levels of ethanol in her blood.” Read it out loud. It’s the dreaded “like” filler appearing IN WRITING. Really?
What’s next? I predict headlines reading “OMG MILEY UR SO CRAY!”
My poor, overstuffed car got passed by a Yugo going uphill outside Medicine Bow. I feel personally insulted.
Tomorrow marks an interesting day in the state of Wyoming. Overpasses for Obama’s Impeachment well [sic] be held at several different locations around the Casper area. The event begins at noon, August 2nd and begins at I-25 as an “open vehicle” (motorcycles, convertibles, jeeps, etc.) protest that will last until everyone is too tired to perform any longer.
Goddammit, Wyoming. Really? The journalism here AND the protest just kills me…
So this happened…
Mediaite’s Tommy Christopher throws down on why what Paula Deen did goes beyond saying “a bad word,” and how unsettling it truly is that she seems unable to appreciate or understand why what she did should rightly be condemned.
And it’s not just a wealthy white lady in Georgia who drinks butter and believes racism isn’t really a thing any longer — for bonus points, check out Racialicious’ brilliant cataloging of hipster, liberal racism/sexism.
Bless Wyoming arrest reports from Riverton, Wyo.
When I was doing stand-up in Colorado, people thought I was exaggerating Wyoming fuckery to be funny. Nope. Please see above.
tl;dr version: Meth is a hell of a drug.