fun on the right, business on the left

I’m seriously concerned my left or her left

i was just laying in bed singing and 

are you ariana grande be honest

It is a suspicious looking pancake

I’m physically and emotionally tired.

Stop white people forever. -Mod S

That little girl literally had the “look into the camera like Jim on The Office” reaction.

-Mod Q

I don’t know if this is a worthy addition to this post or not. But this is one of the starkest examples of white privilege that I’ve ever myself experienced.

Look at that little girl. That baby got it. Immediately. She’s so tiny but she knew her mother had just been microaggressed.

I’m officially in my thirties. I listened to this clip more than once. I had never heard this stereotype before. If I’d heard this conversation in any other context – without the comments below it, without highlighting the little girl’s reaction… I probably wouldn’t have even realized there was a “joke” being made.

I see attempts made all the time to protect ignorant white teenagers from having to learn about racism, even when they are themselves being actively racist. Even explaining to them that they’re being rude is apparently too mean. So we are allowed to become grown-ass adults who still don’t know the first thing about racism, can’t recognize it when it’s happening right in front of us unless people have gotten out their white hoods.

And while we’re bending over backwards to ensure ignorant white people like me don’t ever get our feelings hurt by learning about racism in the abstract, claiming that nineteen and twenty-year-olds are “still children” and should be treated with kid gloves, we can’t be bothered to protect the innocence of actual babies like this little girl.

She doesn’t even look ten years old, and she knows more about racism than I– I was gonna say “did”, isn’t that funny. No. She knows more about racism than I do. She knows more about racism than I ever will, even now that I’m actively seeking this stuff out, and she has learned it all the hard way.

^^^ ok yes this was a good addition to this post

when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid”  and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.

she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink. 

“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”

Wtf this is so cute