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Apr. 25th, 2006 07:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzI know my name is José, but I am the first to admit I'm predominately white. I was raised in a townhouse in the suburbs in Montgomery County, MD. I do well on standardized testing. I have shopped in Sears. I've listened to Oingo Boingo. I've watched ThunderCats.
This means one thing: I really want to use the "N word." I really do. Really. With or without the r. I want to call my friends it. I want my friends to me it. I'm not allowed to, I know better, but just like a sexual act...when you tell me it's wrong, unsafe, illegal, immoral, or a likely source of disturbance to society...I want it! That shiny candy-like little n-word...oh how tantalizing. I know the stereotypes. I have almost memorized the Chris Rock "I love a black man, but man I hate N..." I know the other side of the stereotype, the white kids in that Dave Chappell video who get called the n-word by a blind black white-supremacist and are so happy the slap high-fives. That's me. I still remember being told "you gotta little bit of n... in your after all" by a black dude. I was so very proud. Like, I have a few black friends...but they're not like black-black, they're more like Benetton or latte. I've slept with a black girl, I've slept with a black guy (there aint no such thing as a gay black man, that's just a chocolate faggot). They're not black-black, or so they say.
Still, I know better. I know what it means, I know the difference between whites and other using it, I know the difference between friends and strangers, context, all that mess. I know I can certainly live without it. Even if my friends don't mind me using it, knowing what I mean and don't mean, knowing I'm drawn to the N word like a sugary desert I know I shouldn't eat, it's not a good idea to say it. It's wrong to take what you want from another culture and leave the rest like a salad bar. You don't know who you'll offend, and the reward is hardly worth the damage. So what do I do? The more I know I shouldn't use it, the more I want to. It's a spiral of tantalizing N-word goodness.
I redirect. I find a new word, equally as offensive, but one that doesn't have the racist and classist overtones. I find a word that will hold shock value. One that offends most that hear it. One that you have to know me and my intentions to not be horrified at the very mention. Something without particularly racist or classist history.
Rapist. That's the word. I'm going to use rapist. Yo, wuzzup rapist! You my rapist! Me and a bunch of my rapists... Rapist what? Rapist puh-leez. Talk to the hand, rapist. You see, there are rapists, and then there are rapists, you know what I mean? Some of my best friends are rapists!
See, it fits just as well - even the two simple syllables. It's horribly offensive, with a history of violence and injustice. It's something that will shock people when they realize it is being used casually. There are people that will never accept it into a normal lexicon. People will want to be allowed to say it. Teens will flock to it and defend their god-given right to say that word and spend their allowance on products that use the word. Community leaders will rally against it's usage, further embedding it in mystique and spreading it through the suburbs and midwest. FOX will have a special on it. It'll appear on frat boys' beach t-shirts. Before long, people will say it without even thinking about it. It's not banned by the FCC, but networks hardly use it at all - saving it for special occasions. The appeal is almost the same, like my sugary desert gone fat-free.
See, now everybody's happy!
This means one thing: I really want to use the "N word." I really do. Really. With or without the r. I want to call my friends it. I want my friends to me it. I'm not allowed to, I know better, but just like a sexual act...when you tell me it's wrong, unsafe, illegal, immoral, or a likely source of disturbance to society...I want it! That shiny candy-like little n-word...oh how tantalizing. I know the stereotypes. I have almost memorized the Chris Rock "I love a black man, but man I hate N..." I know the other side of the stereotype, the white kids in that Dave Chappell video who get called the n-word by a blind black white-supremacist and are so happy the slap high-fives. That's me. I still remember being told "you gotta little bit of n... in your after all" by a black dude. I was so very proud. Like, I have a few black friends...but they're not like black-black, they're more like Benetton or latte. I've slept with a black girl, I've slept with a black guy (there aint no such thing as a gay black man, that's just a chocolate faggot). They're not black-black, or so they say.
Still, I know better. I know what it means, I know the difference between whites and other using it, I know the difference between friends and strangers, context, all that mess. I know I can certainly live without it. Even if my friends don't mind me using it, knowing what I mean and don't mean, knowing I'm drawn to the N word like a sugary desert I know I shouldn't eat, it's not a good idea to say it. It's wrong to take what you want from another culture and leave the rest like a salad bar. You don't know who you'll offend, and the reward is hardly worth the damage. So what do I do? The more I know I shouldn't use it, the more I want to. It's a spiral of tantalizing N-word goodness.
I redirect. I find a new word, equally as offensive, but one that doesn't have the racist and classist overtones. I find a word that will hold shock value. One that offends most that hear it. One that you have to know me and my intentions to not be horrified at the very mention. Something without particularly racist or classist history.
Rapist. That's the word. I'm going to use rapist. Yo, wuzzup rapist! You my rapist! Me and a bunch of my rapists... Rapist what? Rapist puh-leez. Talk to the hand, rapist. You see, there are rapists, and then there are rapists, you know what I mean? Some of my best friends are rapists!
See, it fits just as well - even the two simple syllables. It's horribly offensive, with a history of violence and injustice. It's something that will shock people when they realize it is being used casually. There are people that will never accept it into a normal lexicon. People will want to be allowed to say it. Teens will flock to it and defend their god-given right to say that word and spend their allowance on products that use the word. Community leaders will rally against it's usage, further embedding it in mystique and spreading it through the suburbs and midwest. FOX will have a special on it. It'll appear on frat boys' beach t-shirts. Before long, people will say it without even thinking about it. It's not banned by the FCC, but networks hardly use it at all - saving it for special occasions. The appeal is almost the same, like my sugary desert gone fat-free.
See, now everybody's happy!
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Date: 2006-04-25 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 12:46 pm (UTC)I use the word cunt all the time. I sometimes forget that some people get really pissed off by that word. Sucks for them!
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Date: 2006-04-25 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-25 01:27 pm (UTC)One pimpin rapist!
Date: 2006-04-25 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 01:30 pm (UTC)words are words and people need to get the fuck over themselves.
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Date: 2006-04-25 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 01:54 pm (UTC)kind of off topic
Date: 2006-04-25 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 03:20 pm (UTC)So, you could call people hookers.
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Date: 2006-04-25 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 05:56 pm (UTC)--kelowna
I just came up with this!
Date: 2006-04-25 05:59 pm (UTC)What are you talking about? What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? What are you talking about?