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Dear White People. Dear Humans. Another skinny white girl talking about racism in America...

Dear fellow white people: please stop using the reference "All Lives Matter". Also stop using the reference "white privilege". One is a defensive action, the other is white guilt trying to force white guilt. Both assume that you understand what it means to be a black citizen in this country. Both are responses to white guilt. I do not know the struggle, and I am not guilty just because I was born white. I've done nothing wrong, I will not apologize for something I had no control over. White privilege was never something I experienced, especially while I grew up in trailer parks...with other poor white people. How about instead of indignation, we just all support the cause of Black Lives Matter? This will be your way of showing that all lives matter without saying it. When there is a peaceful protest, maybe you should join. There should be blacks, whites, cops, hispanics, everyone joining together. We don't have to be on any one side other than justic

Started as a Facebook post, turned into a rant...regression to the 50's in America.

I think we've regressed to the 50's rather than moved forward...record players, shopping from catalogues rather than going to stores (online) and blatant accepted racism, for every race and culture. America has a sorted and complicated past, just as every other country in the world has had, including slavery. Slavery predates written record. My belief is that in today's society there really isn't anyone to blame. This means there is also no one to take responsibility. Responsibility for the Native American population that we stole land from. Responsibility for the Americans bringing slaves to the new world. Not just white Americans, but African Americans as well. Responsibility for the racism in America that led to the Civil Rights movement of the 1960's. These are all horrifying and tragic events of our history in America. They have led populations of minorities into poverty. As the rich keep getting richer these communities are going to continue getting poorer

The Color Spectrum of Humans.

Hello humans. Yes, humans. You strange creatures that walk around in a constant state of self awareness, always wondering what is expected of you and what isn't. Sometimes it's difficult to straddle that line of what is considered unique while also trying to stay similar enough to society that we aren't considered strange or an abomination. We make restrictions on other people's lives because they aren't like we are. A man has decided he wants to be a she and the masses come out to destroy her. A woman decides to marry another woman and is considered an abomination because that's just disgusting. The most adamant and the most hateful are those basing their beliefs on religion. In America, they identify as Christians (not all Christians, some of you I love like a very cute cuddly puppy). They believe that people such as myself that have fallen in love with someone of the same gender are making a choice and that we should turn to God. This is what scripture

I'm not a lesbian, but my girlfriend is...

I'm not sure that I've been a cynic on love my entire life, but I have written confirmation that I definitely was at 17 years old and still a senior in high school. This comes in the form of a scrap book that we were supposed to complete about our lives. I loved this assignment, I loved what I did with it and I love that the teacher I had admired so much had liked it as well. I still have the scrapbook and so occasionally I look through it and at what my life had been for the first 17-18 years of my life when it was competed. There was one prompt that she gave us, "It's Love This Time". I changed it to, "It's Not Love This Time" and posted a bunch of pictures of cute celebrity boys because I had no first loves. Well, at this time in my life, I don't think I had ever been on a date before. I went on one date my senior year of high school and that was a set up through one of my friends. Let's just say we aren't married. He ended up

Selfish Buncha Bitches

Today's is a little bit of an add on to what I wrote yesterday. Today I was reading yet another article about personality. This particular article was written about attachment styles and how to fix your particular style. I can remember reading about this while getting my psych degree and thought the same thing I thought then. Damn, I am fucked. I'm also the person that reads articles about how to spot a sociopath and wonder whether I am actually a sociopath. That's not really the point though. There is another article about personality. Another article about what might be wrong with us. Another article on how we can actually fix what is wrong with us. This is sort of what the quizzes themselves are about. The difference between them is that the quizzes only fill out the good parts of who you think you are. These articles seem to emphasize everything that is wrong with you. How do you fix you? There isn't really anything wrong with this because really it ju

This Personality Test Says I'm #4...the Unique Individual

I love to think of myself as a unique person. I'm funny, energetic, creative, intelligent and outstandingly charming. All different qualities that no one else could possibly have right? Well, that's obviously wrong and not even a unique quality since most people want to be different these days. Now comes the irony. There are billions of people in the world all wanting to be unique and now the personality tests have taken over the internet. Even I've become one of those people and I take almost all of them. Which Parks and Recreation character am I? Leslie Knope because she's my spirit animal. Which city should I live in? London. Which Myers-Briggs personality animal am I? ENFP, the dolphin. This means I'm Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling. Perceptive. The narcissist loves to share with you about how amazing I am, but really there is a point to this. My theories: While everyone loves to be different, they really love to be understood as well. All