so the trousers i was gonna wear today came out of the wash yesterday with their hems undone
cue hasty hemming job
OMG YOU SHOULD SO DO IT. AND GET PHOTOS OF YOURSELF STANDING ON A BRIDGE IN AN AGONY OF MORAL CONFLICT. or something like that.
i’m cackling so fucking hard because
Javert standing on the Harbour Bridge in an agony of moral conflict
fuck I’m dying
omfg yes footbridge what was i thinking
oh god we need to somehow organise les mis renditions around campus
that should be a thing
(i can be javert)
(ssshhhhh I can totally sing that low)
so I just spent about an hour getting more and more angry and frustrated at my father because every time I tried to make him realise that racism exists in our society and that he does, in fact, carry certain priveleges as a white person, he counter-argued with stuff about how “in China…” and “the rich Indian families down the street, they’re priveleged, I had to start here with NOTHING” and “all of Europe shouldn’t be lumped in with the British as ‘white people’ because they never held imperial power over other races…”
I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT CHINA, I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT INDIA, OR ZIMBABWE, OR SWEDEN, OR ANYWHERE ELSE
I AM TALKING ABOUT THE MOSTLY-HOMOGENOUS, CERTAINLY BEARING A LOT OF STARTLING RESEMBLANCES, ENGLISH-SPEAKING SOCIETY THAT DOMINATES IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND AUSTRALIA, AND ALSO A BIT BRITAIN
oh my god
you have missed the point
you have missed the point entirely
and you are still basically arguing that we shouldn’t care about racism, nor should we be aware of it and of our history and priveleges as white people
because other people do it to!
I hate everything.