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Fellow White People: Wake the Eff Up. Black People are DYING.

Fellow White People: Wake the Eff Up. Black People are DYING.

I mean, I know that’s not new news. They’ve always been dying.  They were dying when we kept them as property.  They were dying when we desegregated.  And they’re dying now, even when on paper they’re supposed to have the same rights as us.

I’m as white as White people come. The glow-in-the-dark, lobster the moment I see the sun variety.  I don’t know shit about the Black person’s experience.  And guess what, fellow White person?  Neither do you.

We don’t fear for our lives whenever we walk down the street. We don’t constantly get told, directly or otherwise, that we’re second class.  We don’t know what it’s like to have to teach our children to be afraid of those that are supposed to help us.  We don’t know what it’s like to still be a threat when we’re already pinned down and helpless.

See, when we go on killing sprees, people chalk it up to mental illness and discuss all the ways they’ve could’ve helped us before we snapped.  They detail our lives, trying to figure out where society went wrong.  When we rape people, we’re given light sentences and sympathy, lest a harsher punishment wreak havoc on our gentle souls.   Even when we suck, we have privilege oozing out of our asses.  And when we get killed, society looks for someone to blame rather than wondering what we did to deserve it.

So yes, all lives matter, but our lives have never been the ones at risk.  We were born knowing we mattered, and quite literally every system of society has gone ahead and confirmed that for us repeatedly throughout our lives.  Even you, broke White person.  Even you.  So let’s do a favour and fuck right off with our whiny “what about me?” rhetoric.  I know it’s super hard when everything ever has always been about us and now for once in our silver-spooned lives this conversation isn’t.  Fuck off anyway – our fragile, privileged hearts will get over it.  I promise.

Oh and while we’re at it, let’s stop looking for the isolated incidents where we actually were targeted and acting like that’s totally the same thing as a society of systemic-built oppression and racism, m’kay?  We don’t have to worry our pretty little heads – society already cared more about those incidents anyway.  Because, oh right, our lives were already valued more than our friends of colour.  Tell me again how all lives matter?  Perhaps we can say that when it’s actually true.

For now, wake the fuck up.  Black people are dying.  Stop telling them how they get to react to that. Stop telling them it’s not fair that they don’t care about us – as if that’s what they were implying or that we ever truly cared about them.  Sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up.  Listen for once.  Listen to understand. Recognize that we don’t.  Ask how we can be good allies.  Ask how we can help.  And figure out, once and for all, that Black Lives Matter doesn’t mean that White lives don’t.  Indeed, White lives were the only thing that ever did. I’d be pissed off, too.


 doesn’t mean other lives don’t. Like people who say “Save The Rainforests” aren’t saying “Fuck All Other Types of Forests” – Matt McGorry





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Posted by on July 10, 2016 in privilege, Random Shit


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I’m On The Facebook!

Shameless self-promotion here.  I finally made a Facebook page and obviously my self worth is defined by how many ‘likes’ I get – so head over to and make me feel validated.  Enjoy all new rants, ridiculous memes and cheap cover photos made on PicMonkey.

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Posted by on February 26, 2015 in Random Shit


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To The Young Girls At The Swimming Pool: I’m Sorry.

You were in the hot tub hanging out after I had finished my lane swim.  You were young, barely in your twenties.   You were both wearing bikinis, not even a hint of a skin roll evident.  You had, by society’s standards, the perfect body shapes.  And you didn’t know it.

Obviously close friends, I caught a bit of your conversation.  I wasn’t really trying to eavesdrop, it’s just that I was sitting right next to you in contemplative silence and I heard.  I heard you complaining about all the parts of yourself you didn’t like, particularly your ‘fat’ thighs.  I heard you talking about diets and exercise and how you need more of both.  I heard you begrudgingly admit your problem was cheese and sugar and how impossible you were finding it to stay away from either.  I heard, although you didn’t say it directly, that you would likely never be happy with your appearance; always finding a flaw that needed improvement.  I heard everything that society has been telling you for your entire lives, all summed up in those five minutes beside you.  And more than anything, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that we haven’t taught you that you are beautiful and perfect simply because you exist.   You are.

I’m sorry that we push these constant images of photoshopped perfection into every facet of your daily lives, influencing you to try to achieve that impossible standard of beauty.  We market these images as reality and they are anything but.

I’m sorry that everyday you are bombarded with ads for the newest weight loss program or gimmick.  That’s all they are, by the way – gimmicks.  Designed to make you dependent and their pockets bigger, all while reinforcing the message that you are never going to be good enough just the way you are.  That’s what they want, for you to live in a constant state of dissatisfaction.  It’s working.

I’m sorry that you think you’ll be happier at a different weight, or with different thighs.  Happiness comes from within your soul, not from the reflection in the mirror.

I’m sorry that you feel you need to deprive yourself of the foods you love.  You have but one life to live and if that life looks dismal without cheese and sugar is it really worth the restriction?

I’m sorry that you only think you’re worthy at a certain size.  Actually, I’m sorry that we haven’t shown love to everyone regardless of their size, gender, race, religion or orientation.  The world kind of sucks for that and we’re certainly not doing you any favours.  The truth is that your weight will fluctuate naturally throughout the years and all that really signifies is a number on a scale.  You are still YOU and anyone that matters in your life shouldn’t care about anything else.

I’m sorry that we equate health with size.  Healthy habits and healthy persons present themselves in all sizes.  So do unhealthy ones. This notion of healthy = skinny is seriously harmful.

And most of all, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this that day, in the hot tub.  I didn’t want to interrupt.  I didn’t know if my comments would be welcomed.  I should’ve tried anyway.  I should’ve told you that you were beautiful.  I should’ve spoken on behalf of all of society when I told you two simple words: I’m sorry.




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Posted by on January 19, 2014 in Random Shit


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