Posts tagged ‘black people’
Food Racism is defined by the Official Dictionary of Shit I Just Made Up as: Discriminating or making light of a person’s eating habits based on their race or background. Unless you have been living under a rock, you have probably heard at least one joke about Asian people eating cats and dogs. Black people are often made fun of for eating fried chicken and collard greens (that scene in Precious where she steals a box of chicken didn’t do anyone any favors), Indian people are said to smell like curry (and by curry, I mean diarreah since those two words are basically interchangeable) and obviously, gingers eat souls.
Oh yes, and gay people eat dicks.
You have to wonder where all this food racism comes from. I guess the idea of racism in the first place stems from the fact that we classify ourselves based on our differences, not our similarities. Different cultures have always eaten different things based on Read more…
We make a lot of fun of hipsters around here (and by here, I mean every fucking location that has access to skinny jeans and irony). But the truth is that hipsters get a bad rap for a good reason. Anybody that lives in mainstream society, but says they don’t want to be part of society can literally stick their tongue into my rectum and go bobbing for breakfast. Everyone just wants to be loved, and feels most comfortable when they hang out with like-minded peers. That is why, here at Gloganvlog we don’t discriminate. I found this photo of a hipster trap, and couldn’t help but think of ways to catch all the other social groups of stereotypes that exist out there. But don’t worry readers — If you aren’t a stereotype then this doesn’t apply to you.
Gays: Condoms, a Z pack, a Britney CD, a 2xist tank top, a bag of cocaine, weekend passes to Matinee, a copy of Better Homes and Gardens, and an iPhone loaded with one app: Grindr.
Gingers: Public acceptance.
Lesbians: A chainsaw, a packet of marlboro reds, boxer briefs, an absentee father, several flannel shirts, a sports bra, keys to a Uhaul truck, and a rubber dildo called The Lucy Lawless.
Fat People: A packet of little debbie coffee cakes, a 3 year-old pass to Crunch gym that has never been used, 1 packet of tissue for under-boob sweat, and a membership card to the butter of the month club.
Black People: Fried Chicken, a Lil Wayne CD, a few WIC checks, an neon shirt in size XXL with neon Nikes and neon hat with the stickers still on it, a bottle of Hypnotiq, and a Sam’s Club gallon bucket of cocoa butter.
I know that most people often forget this what with so much good TV on (DeGrassi and Burn Notice), but February is Black History Month. My personal black history is that in my hometown the high schools are segregated geographically. There was a Black high school, and Rich White Kid high school and a Backwoods Redneck high school. I had friends at all three, but I went to the Black one.
I will be blunt. Racism is something ingrained into your life at a very young age in the South and anyone who says otherwise is too ashamed or just not self-actualized enough to admit it.
The problem with it is like anything else (especially backfat, or imaginary things like alcoholism) –you cannot overcome something unless you admit that it exists. Read more…