5 responses to “Dear Imprudence: It’s Just A Little Bigotry! Calm Down!”

  1. Yasona

    I’ve found that what some people like to call “ill considered remarks” are often an indicator of someone’s true beliefs, and if they are called on their “ill considered remarks” they will probably have a huge amount of crappy reasoning as to exactly why they thought that, why they said that, and finally, an apology for the person in question being offended (not an apology for their behavior).

    “People. We are not obligated to be nice to people who think that we are disgusting, awful, or should die. We don’t need to play makeup with people when they air their bigotry in front of us. The belief that we need to is precisely that which allows really destructive social attitudes to persist.”

    Thank you so much for this. I’ve spent much of my life being told by others that depression doesn’t exist, self-injury is gross (and gawd you don’t do that right?!), that people with OCD are weird and kooky and they just need to relax and live like Normal People, and gawd, gay people are weird, they should keep it to themselves, btw you’re not gay right?! I’ve finally gotten to the point where I see no point in keeping company with people who hold such beliefs. And I’ve finally gotten to the point where I refuse to let all the little comments slide.

    Still, people who Just Don’t Get It, keep telling that I need to watch my temper and just let things go. First off, I am watching my temper, my temper would like to just punch the crap out of some people, but I don’t let it. Instead, I try to utilize my temper into verbal and/or written debate with people who would prefer I didn’t exist. Second, I have been letting all the little things go as long as I can remember, and the only thing that that has helped? All those little comments feed into my depressed brain and my OCD brain and help fuel the worthless thoughts and the everyone’s out to get me/hates me thoughts.

    Everyone says play nice, but the person who is putting everyone else down is not playing nice. Why aren’t they being told to play nice?

  2. BattleHamster

    What? I know that when someone makes offensive remarks about lesbians or women or people with mental illness, my first reaction is, “Wow, I’m so flattered that they feel they can relax like that around me!” It’s certainly not betrayal or fear.

    Bitter joking aside, I was hoping you would go after that; I read it after reading the last “Dear Imprudence,” and it made me RAGE.

    One thing I wonder about is her apology–whether it was actually, “I’m sorry I said something horribly offensive” or just, “I’m sorry you were offended.” I wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. Not that it would be much better if it were actually a real apology.

  3. Storm

    Prudence is pissing me right off lately. I shouldn’t have read that because now I’m angry and want to eat sugary things that will spike my blood sugar, get recorded in my PDM, and make my endo nurse chew my ass on Friday.

    Growl.

    I used to put up with people acting like Out’s ‘friend’. Used to, being the key phrase. I do my best to point that shit out now, but it feels like a drop in the ocean, yanno? I can’t ever point it out enough to keep up with the amount of bigotry in the world. And it’s exhausting, especially when your so-called friends don’t appreciate realizing how bigoted they really are.

  4. Katherine

    I second what BattleHamster said. Why should anyone feel gratified that someone has revealed themselves to be a bigot? And so frequently people feel like they are “safe” to reveal their bigoted ways to someone who is an ally. “You’re white so I can mouth off about immigrants,” “You’re straight so I can show off my homophobia,” “You don’t appear to have a disability so I can call all disabled people lazy slackers,” etc. Ugh.

  5. Kali

    I’m still trying to forgive my mother for telling me I had a ‘bad attitude’ and was wrong and all because it pissed me off that complete strangers felt like it was okay to start prying into my medical history (Why do you have crutches? What’s wrong with you?)

    It’s been a year and a half, and it still burns. Similar…incidents…have left me totally unable to talk to her about what it’s like to live as a PWD, beyond the physical barriers. It’s frustrating, because my mother and I used to be close, and I used to use her as a sounding board when I was afraid I might be overreacting, because I know I’m bipolar and I need someone I can get a reality check from. Instead, from her, all I can get is a lack of understanding.

    When someone reveals that they think something important about you is wrong, wrong, wrong, it’s hard to let it go, even when it’s someone you love dearly. If I can’t forgive my mother that comment, why on earth would I expect someone to forgive a person who labled their sexuality as dirty, icky, gross, trashy, wrong?

    (More recently, I came dangerously close to getting in a fight with 2 of my coworkers because they were in favor of making lots of city budget costs, and when I pointed out that the costs tend to disproportionately affect vulnerable people who lose programs they need, they both responded that there’s always things that can be cut. Yeah, whaddya bet they’ve never been one of those people who needs a hand?)

    ~Kali

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