Shh… we’re not ready for equality yet

Shh…

Your grampa is too old for this world. Just respect him and let him rant out his last few years in peace.

We’re already a meritocracy. Just be quiet  and if you don’t point out your gender/race/sexuality, and you won’t be discriminated against!

Everyone is so nice. Why do you have to make everyone awkward by pointing out us our conscious/subconscious/unconscious discrimination?

This was always okay in the past! What’s wrong with it now?

The people in the developing world have it much. Worse. The homeless have it much worse! Not that I’m going to help them instead of bitching on equality promoters in this society.

A spokesperson of your own gender/race/sexuality spoke out and they’re okay with this. Why aren’t you?!

You look really angry and you need to calm the fuck down. Why are you so sensitive about this anyways?

This started as a feminist rant, and then I realized that it applied to other types of discrimination. Let me know if you can think of more to add!


CREATE (AKA, why have a blog? why anything?)

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It’s so easy to give into the humming mellow mediocrity of life. To check your Facebook feed and Twitter feed and RSS feed and go out to eat and just exist. Like zombies. I mean, the blog authors should know. We just lived like that for the past 4 years as university students. We were practically zombies. Smart zombies, sleepless zombies, tired and stressed zombies, but still definitely zombies.

Image also (or perhaps more accurately) applies to Apple fans. I mean, I’m sure that’s a MACBOOK PRO he’s holding there.

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Boston Bombing Rant

Charge bombardment, ignition, slow formation of flame. Runners sniped by shrapnel in the name of political game. Enforcers in search of scapegoat, a guinea pig to pin the blame. The haunting, aftermath gory, surveillance cannot be tamed.

Hatred as inertia, brainwashing as supplement. We condemn religion as the seed planter and waterer of ill intent. But we never really understood the manner of their afflicted geopolitical content. Boys surname Tsarnaev as moral misrepresent. Chechnya fear of negative repercussion denied relation to these dissents. But logical symphony echoes possibility of other viable consent. Wish things were simpler, tragedy catered with only reasonable lament. But unfortunately, this ruthlessness is only a small portion of the whole wrong segment.

Target unarmed civilians, a tactic, mankind’s revolutionary. In the hope to alter diseased destinies. But what really is achieved with this remedy? Did we murder more of ourselves than just enemies? Political and moral rhetorics spoken throughout centuries. I recommend for communication, ceasefire, intentionally. And discuss how sustainable metamorphosis can come to be.


What my internal monologue looks like when I’m talking

Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact ... holding ... still holding ... ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said 'yeah' again!

Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact … holding … still holding … ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said ‘yeah’ again! / Oh right, eye contact. Ok, good, holding the eye contact … holding … still holding … ok, too long! Getting weird! Quick, look thoughtfully into space and nod. Oh, dammit, said ‘yeah’ again!

This is exactly me. Years of practice since high school, gaining leadership positions, and I still can’t converse properly. I try, and I’ll keep trying, but I’ll never be as fluent and articulate as I’d like.