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“I saw some random white guy talking to a random white woman outside of PS 107 this morning. He was trying really hard to describe someone without just saying they’re black. He finally said this person is “African American” as if he were embarrassed to even say that. What a fruitcake. I gave him kind of a dirty look. He probably thought I was giving him a dirty look because he identified someone by race when I was really giving him a dirty look because it took him 5 minutes just to call someone black.”
LOL @ all of this.
I can’t figure out why SOME white people have a hard time calling a black person “black”. I bet he felt dirty for using “African American” too.
Ringo – do you live in Park Slope – I go to the “Dental spa” on 5th avenue – I know silly name – but they really make the whole ordeal “peaceful”
you will see you are building anxiety up for nothing – a lot of the new cleaning tools they use now are amazing – no more scraping with that horrible tool- they still scrap and gt the plaque off but it’s not as painful – I will admit I go twice a year to keep ahead of any issues – but maybe it’s worth trying to go to a more modern place again. I have really good dental insurance so I pay $150 per cavity filled and $300 for a whole root canal and my cleanings are free
The first time I was ever very close to a white person was when I was about 3 or 4, and my parents took me to Macy’s to meet Santa. They put me in his lap and I immediately started crying. I remember it to this day. My Mom and Dad kept asking me why I was crying, but I couldn’t say a word. Later when we got home I told my Mom, “He was a white guy and I was scared!” It was strange because my parents did have white friends. But that was the closest I had ever been physically to a white person.
there’s 2 outer flaps, 2 inner flaps, a raised bump called a clitoris, and apparently a urethral hole as well. touching the bump makes an orgasm and if you do it hard enough a mucous like liquid (lady jizz) shoots out from the g spot which is located inside of the vagina, but the g spot is controversial cuz some people believe it exists and some people don’t.
there is your anatomy and physiology lesson for the day!
*rob*
“It’s been around for hundreds of millions of years, it’s actually downright primative.
But still far more advanced than the penis 😉
Park Sloper, you said some interesting things and yes, open conversations are often very useful. But both sides have to be comfortable and be aware that they won’t always hear what they like. I was married for 18 year to a Black man, have spent most of my life living in mixed neighborhoods and live in a predominantly Black neighborhood now. I am aware that sometimes it can be uncomfortable- not for me, but for people who are unsure of who I am. For many Black people, I think their experience with whites has not been all that positive. Despite the day and age, the idea that we are living in a post-racial society (Obama notwithstanding)is a fantasy of white people, not a reality.
I think most white people would be actually surprised to learn of the myriad ways- both overt and subtle- Black people get put down every day. It isn’t so much malicious as outright thoughtless. Dave’s comment last night was a good example. And I think dave is not -by any stretch- a racist. There are some other people who I think truly are.
But the whole issue goes to the heart of identity. And intent. When Black people call each other the N-word, it is with the implicit understanding that the word unites them in history and culture. I can kid around with certain friends and family, calling myself a Hebe or worse- not because I like those words but because it recognizes that those words have been used to define and isolate Jews but by taking possession of them, I own them. It gives me control over how those words affect me.
But a White person calling a Black person the n-word is simply the continuation of a whole long sordid history. The meaning of certain words will never change or be forgotten. Same thing with oreo. I’ve only heard it used as an insult- and maybe people today aren’t aware of its painful history.
“I saw some random white guy talking to a random white woman outside of PS 107 this morning. He was trying really hard to describe someone without just saying they’re black. He finally said this person is “African American” as if he were embarrassed to even say that. What a fruitcake. I gave him kind of a dirty look. He probably thought I was giving him a dirty look because he identified someone by race when I was really giving him a dirty look because it took him 5 minutes just to call someone black.”
LOL @ all of this.
I can’t figure out why SOME white people have a hard time calling a black person “black”. I bet he felt dirty for using “African American” too.
Ringo – do you live in Park Slope – I go to the “Dental spa” on 5th avenue – I know silly name – but they really make the whole ordeal “peaceful”
you will see you are building anxiety up for nothing – a lot of the new cleaning tools they use now are amazing – no more scraping with that horrible tool- they still scrap and gt the plaque off but it’s not as painful – I will admit I go twice a year to keep ahead of any issues – but maybe it’s worth trying to go to a more modern place again. I have really good dental insurance so I pay $150 per cavity filled and $300 for a whole root canal and my cleanings are free
[reading rob’s post and furiously scribbling notes on my palm for later tonight]
there is your anatomy and physiology lesson for the day!
*rob*
Thank you. That is helpful. :/
That’s a nice story Donatella.
The first time I was ever very close to a white person was when I was about 3 or 4, and my parents took me to Macy’s to meet Santa. They put me in his lap and I immediately started crying. I remember it to this day. My Mom and Dad kept asking me why I was crying, but I couldn’t say a word. Later when we got home I told my Mom, “He was a white guy and I was scared!” It was strange because my parents did have white friends. But that was the closest I had ever been physically to a white person.
Rob, you have a soho dentist and you sell your metrocard? you are an enigma
a vagina is NOTHING like a moving vehicle.
there’s 2 outer flaps, 2 inner flaps, a raised bump called a clitoris, and apparently a urethral hole as well. touching the bump makes an orgasm and if you do it hard enough a mucous like liquid (lady jizz) shoots out from the g spot which is located inside of the vagina, but the g spot is controversial cuz some people believe it exists and some people don’t.
there is your anatomy and physiology lesson for the day!
*rob*
“The Scarecrow got a brain, Tin Man got a heart, Lion got courage, Dorothy got home, what the hell did Toto get?”
Oh shoot, he got a toilet named after him.
Never mind…
“It’s been around for hundreds of millions of years, it’s actually downright primative.
But still far more advanced than the penis 😉
Park Sloper, you said some interesting things and yes, open conversations are often very useful. But both sides have to be comfortable and be aware that they won’t always hear what they like. I was married for 18 year to a Black man, have spent most of my life living in mixed neighborhoods and live in a predominantly Black neighborhood now. I am aware that sometimes it can be uncomfortable- not for me, but for people who are unsure of who I am. For many Black people, I think their experience with whites has not been all that positive. Despite the day and age, the idea that we are living in a post-racial society (Obama notwithstanding)is a fantasy of white people, not a reality.
I think most white people would be actually surprised to learn of the myriad ways- both overt and subtle- Black people get put down every day. It isn’t so much malicious as outright thoughtless. Dave’s comment last night was a good example. And I think dave is not -by any stretch- a racist. There are some other people who I think truly are.
But the whole issue goes to the heart of identity. And intent. When Black people call each other the N-word, it is with the implicit understanding that the word unites them in history and culture. I can kid around with certain friends and family, calling myself a Hebe or worse- not because I like those words but because it recognizes that those words have been used to define and isolate Jews but by taking possession of them, I own them. It gives me control over how those words affect me.
But a White person calling a Black person the n-word is simply the continuation of a whole long sordid history. The meaning of certain words will never change or be forgotten. Same thing with oreo. I’ve only heard it used as an insult- and maybe people today aren’t aware of its painful history.