It’s so awful. There was a moment earlier during a panel discussion that I thought “did I die? Is this Hell? No, Hell is fiery and this room is fucking freezing.” I would totally skip out early but Mr. I-follow-the-rules New Guy is here and I don’t want to get in trouble.
by John Scalzi (a straight white male)
I’ve been thinking of a way to explain to straight white men how life works for them, without invoking the dreaded word “privilege.”
When confronted with “privilege,” they fiddle with the word itself, and haul out the dictionaries and find every possible way to talk about the word but not any of the things the word signifies.
So, the challenge: how to get across the ideas bound up in the word “privilege,” in a way that your average straight white man will get, without freaking out about it?
Imagine life here in the US — or indeed, pretty much anywhere in the Western world — is a massive role playing game, like World of Warcraft except appallingly mundane.
Let’s call it The Real World.
You have installed The Real World on your computer and are about to start playing, but first you go to the settings tab to bind your keys, fiddle with your defaults, and choose the difficulty setting for the game. Got it?
Okay: In the role playing game known as The Real World, “Straight White Male” is the lowest difficulty setting there is.
This means that the default behaviors for almost all the non-player characters in the game are easier on you than they would be otherwise. The default barriers for completions of quests are lower. Your leveling-up thresholds come more quickly. You automatically gain entry to some parts of the map that others have to work for. The game is easier to play, automatically, and when you need help, by default it’s easier to get.
haikus about data management. kill me now.
"im a woman and im not offended?!??!!"
after years of searching without success, i have found her. the one. behold: the spokesperson of the entire female population. bask in the glow of her internalized misogyny. bask, my friends.
extra points for “I’m a feminist but I don’t think this particular thing is that big of a deal”
One of my coworkers has been sick for over a week and coming in to work anyway and, look, we’ve all been there- they “bundled” our sick and vacation days and somehow that means they can give us fewer days off which sucks- but I feel like the rule is that if you insist on coming in when you’re sick then you stay the Hell away from everyone and sanitize everything you touch. Of course this lady keeps coming by my desk to complain about how sick she is and should have stayed home and, long story short, I’m pretty sure I have a fever and I hope that bitch dies.
Solid plan. Now to select a lieutenant and a theme song…
channeling Victoria Beckham in my plot to take over the library