01-23-2004, 12:31 AM
Was for those kids to go in there in the first place. They should be commended or something.
I dunno about you, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I feel mighty peculiar going into a room or a place full of white folks I don't know. Now that's not a racist statement. It's just I have had many unfortunate experiences with those folks, and it has become somewhat reflex like in nature. Not to mention the social pressure, plus all those hang ups our parents or (somewhat) adult role models or what ever plant in our heads from an early age. Mayhap it's a sign we are losing our hang ups. Which is good.
Those first few careful steps are always the worst, never knowing if you will be rewarded for your courage or punished for your misstep.
Fortune favours the bold. Someday, I hope we will all be as bold.
Sadly, I doubt I will live long enough to see it.
Where I live, it's still segregated. Instead of whites only, it's signs proudly proclaiming "we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone." Lots and lots of black students end up in "special ed" class rooms when they fail rigged competency tests. White businesses still hire white folks, while many black business hire only black folks, which is shameful. And stupid. Strip clubs for white folks, strip clubs for black folks, and the racially mixed strip clubs always end up in the news papers for the worst most cartoony bar room brawls you can imagine, and the local politicians point to this behaviour and loudly proclaim that we need to bring back segregation.
I get the feeling that at times, I am surrounded on all sides by morons. A morass of morons.
And I for one think Shadow was just fine in her reply. Double standards exist. If I was to sit at the dinner table shirtless, or, more importantly, if FABIO or one of the Chippendale's Dancers sat at the table shirtless, not one damn woman would be complaining about seeing man cleavage. So shut your yaps. Yes, that means you. Shut yer pie hole. Shush. Be ye not part of the Demon of Double Standard. It's just a bit of titty and a baby suckling. Hell, did you shut your eyes and freak out and have Freudian fits as a child when you did this? (If you did this) Now, if a woman climbed up on the table, kicked the potato salad out of the way, stuck one foot in the macaroni salad, and started doing the Erotic Belly Dance of the Seven Veils, you might have room to complain. Till then, stick a cork in it.
I dunno about you, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I feel mighty peculiar going into a room or a place full of white folks I don't know. Now that's not a racist statement. It's just I have had many unfortunate experiences with those folks, and it has become somewhat reflex like in nature. Not to mention the social pressure, plus all those hang ups our parents or (somewhat) adult role models or what ever plant in our heads from an early age. Mayhap it's a sign we are losing our hang ups. Which is good.
Those first few careful steps are always the worst, never knowing if you will be rewarded for your courage or punished for your misstep.
Fortune favours the bold. Someday, I hope we will all be as bold.
Sadly, I doubt I will live long enough to see it.
Where I live, it's still segregated. Instead of whites only, it's signs proudly proclaiming "we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone." Lots and lots of black students end up in "special ed" class rooms when they fail rigged competency tests. White businesses still hire white folks, while many black business hire only black folks, which is shameful. And stupid. Strip clubs for white folks, strip clubs for black folks, and the racially mixed strip clubs always end up in the news papers for the worst most cartoony bar room brawls you can imagine, and the local politicians point to this behaviour and loudly proclaim that we need to bring back segregation.
I get the feeling that at times, I am surrounded on all sides by morons. A morass of morons.
And I for one think Shadow was just fine in her reply. Double standards exist. If I was to sit at the dinner table shirtless, or, more importantly, if FABIO or one of the Chippendale's Dancers sat at the table shirtless, not one damn woman would be complaining about seeing man cleavage. So shut your yaps. Yes, that means you. Shut yer pie hole. Shush. Be ye not part of the Demon of Double Standard. It's just a bit of titty and a baby suckling. Hell, did you shut your eyes and freak out and have Freudian fits as a child when you did this? (If you did this) Now, if a woman climbed up on the table, kicked the potato salad out of the way, stuck one foot in the macaroni salad, and started doing the Erotic Belly Dance of the Seven Veils, you might have room to complain. Till then, stick a cork in it.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."