I’m not going to claim to be tough. I will say my Dad and two uncles fought in the Pacific in WWII and were over there for almost 3 years. Another uncle ran a supply boat back and forth, under fire, to the beaches at Normandy. That would be June 6, 1944. Now those guys were tough as nails.
Safe spaces? Seeking counseling because you were traumatized by a Halloween costume? Maybe if you’re 4 years old, but at 18 or 20 years old? Don’t these people have any pride?
I grew up in the 30s and 40s in Boston.
Everyone was insulted at one time or other——ethnic slurs,insults about physical appearance,even intelligence level.
It was constant.
If we told our parents they told us to just ignore it——and we did.
Everone grew up just fine.
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