Equality and Understanding

Right, it has been brought to my attention that a few elements of my conversation and dialogue, on and off the internet, are apparently slightly politically correct. The seems stupid, since I'm so far from being politically incorrect that if I made my own country, I would immediately create a racist term to use in reference to the people who lived there. Therefore I am probably the least politically correct person alive.

Jokes are insincere comments made to entertain. They are only intended to make political statements if made in a situation which lends itself to political argument. Sometimes words like "White", "Black" and "Yellow" are just colour choices. Men and women are just gender labels. Equality is more present now than ever before. If you have beef with something, I'm a vegetarian - I mean to say I want no part of your issues. I, personally, cannot change the world and it is unlikely I will be able to do so in the near future or at your convenience. Repeating to me that women are paid less, or that society is racist, or whatever, is not going to achieve much besides the passage of sarcasm from my lips pertaining to your choice of audience.

I personally do not seriously judge people on inherited traits or appearance. I joke about it doing so a lot however.

I would just like to clarify certain instances of this non-pc attitude. When I use a derisive discrimination term, it is either in jest or because I hate whoever I am aiming it at. Usually the former, but on occasion the latter causes my obtuseness.

The use of the term 'midget' in a previous post was intended as an insult. I do not like the short person in question. My best friend at home, and one of my new friends here, are both 'vertically challenged' or whatever the term is and I have no problem with them. Quite the contrary, I enjoy spending time with them immensely. I do not insult them because short people because they are short, I insult them because I do not like them.

Similarly my room mate is Chinese. Guess what he gets called in jest? He copes. People need to loosen up. Yes, I make black jokes too. Black people are not stupid or inferior. That's just insane. However, it is funny when someone pretends to be racist as a joke. I'm sure you've all borne witness to something along these lines. If you haven't tell me where you live and I'll come entertain you for awhile.

I'm sure I'll get a tirade of criticism from people who think the phrase "racism can be funny" is sinful and I deserve banishment to the further reaches of hell, but let's face it everyone has made a comment like that at some stage. "White boy", "Snow", "Jesus-Freak", "Infidel", "Heathen" and "French" can all be used, and have been used, in a derisive manner, which means that its discrimination (racist). To be honest, I'm not offended when people call me a white British upper-class bastard, because I AM white, I AM British, I am certain I was, in fact, born within wedlock and while I'm not upper-class its hardly an insult really.

Just because someone calls you "Black" or "Muslim" doesn't mean they're being racist; even if they're wrong how are they supposed to know that you're Afro-Caribbean or Tanzanian or what religion you come from? And you certainly shouldn't get offended if they call you black and you are. I mean, that just sounds like you're the one with discriminatory views, right?

Stereotyping is not exactly right or polite, but everyone does it and its kind of accepted by most people. However, for some reason certain stereotypes have become known as "racist". Why is racist to insult some one because they're black, but it's fine to insult someone because they're white? Don't talk about slavery. Just don't; white people are living with that stigma now more than black people. I personally never held slaves, nor have been involved in their trade, and so I don't know why I should suffer derision for something someone else did. Go spit on THEIR grave, insult THEIR mother. Hell, I don't think my family ever had slaves so I can hardly be held responsible even by proxy.

Equality and understanding isn't the absence of terminology, its the acceptance. We can't make it illegal to say certain words, because that countermands our right of free speech. Learn to deal with history, because it's already happened and we can't change it. If I call someone a stupid Indian and they are Indian then the only insult there is that they are stupid.

Alternatively if someone calls me a racist white chauvinist pig, then the only insult there is that I'm a pig. Still, it could have been worse; they could have called me a woman.

Pros and Cons

I'll start this with the statement; None and birth. If you don't understand, I'll explain later.

The problem with advertising my blog on facebook is that everyone who knows me might read it. To be honest, I wouldn't be that worried but sarcasm - my primary form of communication - doesn't translate that well over the ether.

So I went out last night. I had a lot of fun, made some new friends. Got in trouble with one of them, but hopefully she'll forgive me. Either that or she'll come after my blood, which would be a little scary.

Met up with a few of them today around lunch and chatted for a while, was entertaining.

Yes, this entry's turning a little diary-esque. I'm sorry people, what can you do? I've pretty much exhausted my opinion on the 'evils' of alcohol. The girl I was interested in has blown me off for about a fortnight now, if anyone cares, but I'm fine. It's not like she promised me the world is it?

you'll all have to cope with this mediocrity for now, I'm going to go entertain myself. Toodle pip.

Here we go again

So last night was pretty good until I got back, than a particular midget ruined it all for me. In fact, she ruined for me at the house party by stopping her pseudo-boyfriend from being my wingman on the basis that he wasn't allowed to talk to other women. At all. Oh, and then she told me I shouldn't be chatting up girls anyway because I had a girlfriend.

Epic.
Fail.

I came back early and rekindled a couple of old acquaintances which improved my mood somewhat. And then the midget ruined it again. I'm not exactly ready to go out and do the whole party thing just yet, but I'm trying. It's just a shame that one of my friends out here has a limpet attached to him that won't let him enjoy anything at all.

Thursday was entertaining though; I got accused of being pro-dictatorship - which to be honest I am, if the dictator is competent. Autocracy is not necessarily evil. However, I then got accused almost in the same breath of being pro-slavery, because I was pro-dictatorship. Pointing out that the United States had been a pro-slavery democracy for around a third of its existence won that argument, but predictably alienated me from the rest of the class. Fantastic. It's good that students can keep their emotions out of intellectual arguments.

I'm coming to the conclusion that, pending a freak midget-death or divine intervention, I'm not going to find anyone out here. Maybe I'm just not ready to make a real attempt at finding or seducing someone, but I don't know, Maybe it's not worth my time.

I just feel more useless than jelly in a blender right now. Let's face it, blogging is the refuge of the socially crippled so my being here might suggest that I'm so far from being ready to go out I may as well be on the moon.

Frustration abounds.

So life is kind of rubbish again tonight. I recently discovered someone had read and bothered to comment on one of my posts, which elated me somewhat.

Unfortunately I'm still single and have no one immediately present who is interested in me while my ex is probably telling the guy she left me for that he's the most incredible thing ever and enjoying the consequences of her choices. More unfortunately I cannot realise to her the bad choices of her decisions. I'm not even real to her, apparently, because I'm not there.

I know she doesn't sound like the grreatest person on Earth, nor one that someone looking for commitment and loyalty, example moi, would look for. But she was once. I don't really want her back, I'm still dealing with the emotional crap she left me with. Joy.

I could write more. I could moan and bitch and whine about what happened but I don't want to.

I just want to be back in England. Now.

Sunday night live!

Yeah, that's right. Exactly what it says on the box. A cheap attempt to make something amazing based on something already successful.

It didn't work. I have a four day weekend. Most people would consider that immense, but I have nothing to do. All day. Four days in a row. Of nothing. This comes of actually doing my work on the day I get set it, like you're always told in school. But guess what people, they were wrong!

I was right baby!

If you save your work for when you're bored, you don't get stir crazy.

Now if you'll pardon my leaving, I'm going to throw myself out a window to see if I feel anything. I'll let you guys know.