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It seems like everyone is talking about receiving their renewal papers and making their decisions.
While this is my situation with my New Co who is handling my administrative affairs.
"Heeeeeeey, have you heard anything about my renewal?"
"My new contract?"
"Oh, right, right!"
"…..Well, have you heard anything?"
"Did they tell you about the new contract?"
"Right, okay, yes."
"…..I have to decide and return the confirmation by the end of April…."
"Please tell me if you know about it."
I’m not. If a PoC blogger gets fed up and types out a post about white people without clarifying that they meant “not all white people”, or a trans person posts about cis people without saying “not all cis people” I am not offended.
Do you want to know why?
Because in that situation, there is only one of three possible realities:
- I think about it and understand that I don’t do those things that the blogger is talking about, and the post isn’t about me really, so I move on.
- I think about it and realize that “oh shit” I DO sometimes do whatever it is they are talking about, and I fucking realize that I need to fix that behavior because holy hells I don’t want to be enforcing oppressive bullshit.
- It’s a joke at the expense of the oppressive majority. Seriously.
That’s it. Those are the only Three possibilities. The post either isn’t about me, or I’m getting called out on shit I need to fix, or it’s a joke (and not a joke at the expense of the marginalized but at the expense of the privileged). That’s it. Not something I’m going to fight about.
Dropped my phone while waiting for the bus home and, of course, it landed screen first. Now my phone’s screen is covered in a spiderweb of cracks with glass shards flaking off. I’m pretty sure there’s a few embedded in my hand, but bodies push stuff like that out, right? Like with certain piercings? Or am I going to have to live with the threat of glass shards piercing my heart? Is this the mundane origin story of my Iron Man-like super-heroism?
Anywho, it was a good two and a half year run, iPhone.
I have this student who likes to imitate how foreigners speak Korean, and I’m not offended for my own sake, but for the sake of the South Asian and Pakistani students at this school who are taking additional Korean language courses on top of the usual workload. Oh, and who have to handle being ostracized by my Korean students (the Korean students will say they smell bad or put up their folders as a divider if they have to sit next to one of the non-white foreign students. The white students are treated like class pets, which is aggravating for other reasons.)
Any advice on how to teach this little shithead how not to be such a little shithead?
Now that the weather is warming up, it’s time to purchase some Veet hair removal cream for the annual reaping.
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