Sooooo—This black woman’s biggest bitch about her life is that ‘she cannot find the color of makeup’ that suits her???
That is it?
I know a lady who lost her left arm in an accident in a lumber saw mill—the debarking machine caught her Levi jacket & she had her arm torn off.
In 2001, 101 total riders with 289 total horses rode 8 weeks on the Pony Express Trail from St Joseph, Mo to Virginia City, NV. This same woman moved rigs EVERY DAY for couple who both wished to ride the same day. She drove 2 hore-—3 horse-—4 horse—trailers, some with living quarters-—NONE of which belonged to her-—WITH ONLY HER RIGHT ARM. NOT a single lick of damage to anything.
Never heard her complain anytime in the 8 weeks.
And this woman has to complain that ‘We WHITES ARE PRIVILEGED’ because we might be able to find makeup that is a color we like???
How shallow!! How stupid!!! How insipid!!! How petty.
I suggest she make a trip to her local VA hospital & stroll down the corridors. She can try telling them how put upon she is over non-matching makeup.
Give me a break.
When I was having to take a chaplaincy class/internship in Manhattan, one of the required units was addressing ‘privilege’ and we had to go down a checklist of ‘privileged’ and ‘unprivileged’ classes and mark which ones we were.
I could have talked about how haaaard it is to be autistic in today’s world. And I might even have been right, because it’s not easy to deal with an entire world of body language that I simply cannot read.
Instead I proceeded to flip the entire room the bird with both hands while doing a parody of the Old Spice ‘the man your man could smell like’ commercial.
The best part was they weren’t allowed to fail me after that little experience and I had free rein to inform them in no uncertain terms how ‘offensive’ (I love using that word on liberals) it was to credit all the hard work I put in to this nebulous thing called ‘privilege.’