Why do we now celebrate his birthday by shunning political activity in favor of sprucing up government parks?
I grew up in Rochester, NY, a tiny city that everyone mistakes for being extremely close to New York City. While Rochester may be 300+ miles away from NYC, we follow the same stereotypical divide. For those of you who have watched Gossip Girl, and wondered about its validity, I am here to provide you with evidence that the Serenas and Dans of the world exist in more than just a fictional reality.
They’d rather eat her alive than face who they are.
As a black and Puerto Rican male, some would wonder why I would opt out of such an important movement considering it is very relevant to my life.
Many wealthy Americans believe that dysfunctional behavior causes poverty.
“What if he had a gun?” “What if he shot you?”
Making fun of “rednecks” is a social-status game among whites—classism masquerading as moral superiority.
Hipsterdom is a scornful parody of white poverty culture, arrogantly oblivious to the adversities experienced by white people who actually live in poverty.
I’ve always been a happy racist. Like, I don’t lose sleep over it. And no, I don’t care if someone calls me that at a party. I’m cool with being racist (and you can be, too).
We all have crosses to bear, don’t we?