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I told a black woman today that a black woman invented the telescope and she said "I know baby we's smart like that," then I told her that a black woman invented the iPhone and she said "yeah that was my auntie she deadass smart," then I told her a black woman invaded Poland in 1939 and she said, "oh baby you know it, they was askin' for it too, don't even get me started about all that," and I marveled at her wisdom, "no please, do tell," I said and sat my ass down to listen, and she said "oh no you don't! the fuck wrong wit you that's a dirty ass floor! I am NOT doin' this shit again with you crackas sittin' on my damn floor, I ain't got time for this bullshit! order a damn donut or get the FUCK outta here NOW" and I apologized profusely for offending her and gave her my order, a large iced caramel macchiato with whole milk, and a French Cruller, and she said "mhmmm, we outta crullers you want somethin' else?" and I didn't have an answer for her I really wanted a French Cruller but I checked my privilege and said, "black woman invented macchiato," and she said "i know baby," and I was amazed, all the whiteness which had accumulated within my body over centuries of white hegemony simply melted away, like butter on a stainless teel pan... After thirty minutes she came up to the counter, "MACCHIATO WHO GOT THE MACCHIATO" and I approached and she handed me my iced caramel macchiato, and I took a sip, it was like the scales had fallen off my eyes and it was like I could see for the first time... "ma'am excuse me," I said, "what" she answered, and with the burden of white supremacy no longer weighing me down I finally had the courage to ask, "would you teach me how... to wash my legs?" and she answered, "I'm on my break." Truly at that moment I could feel with a great intensity incomparable to anything I'd known under the haze of hegemonic whiteness that now seemed so unfathomably distant, in the taste of a lukewarm Dunkin Donuts iced caramel macchiato, that black lives matter. From that day forward, the abolition of whiteness would be my one, and only, purpose. I was woke.
Your girlfriend has been stomping around the house, slamming doors, sighing and groaning for no apparent reason
It's too soon to tell, but you start suspecting that she could be mad about something
She storms into the kitchen with you and just glares menacingly
You greet her - "Hello!"
She rolls her eyes and scowls. Another classic sign she may be angry
You decide to make a move and get ahead of this, before it's too late
"Are you mad about something?"
Another eyeroll
Bingo. Looks like you've diagnosed the problem
From here, you know it's like reeling in a fish. You just have to keep asking "are you mad" while she repeatedly denies it
Eventually you'll have asked enough times that she becomes convinced you actually care about her feelings and reveals the secret to you
Approximately 2 hours later, she's been worn out. You get your answer
"I know you're in love with Ashley."
What? Who is Ashley
You wrack your brain, but nothing comes up
"Ashley??"
"Oh, don't play dumb. It's written all over your face. I've known you loved her ever since that night I introduced you."
Introduced us? Wait... was this that quiet girl from her office she brought to dinner last month?
"The girl from work?"
"Yes. 'The girl from work.' I saw the way you were looking at her all night. I know you've been upset since I gained weight, I know you like blondes, I know she's exactly your type. Both of you are always on your phones around me now, I wonder why? But we all know what's happening. There's no point pretending any longer, I'm not s-"
As your girlfriend continues on for the next three hours, you start to wonder - could she be correct?
Is it possible you ARE in love with Ashley?
It would be totally insane for her to just imagine all this, right?
Ashley must be extremely beautiful for your girlfriend to feel this mogged by her
Now that you reflect on it, yeah. Ashley WAS gorgeous. She looked like she was from a really good family, too. Ashley is definitely too classy to have a breakdown like this also, so a marriage to her would surely be less irritating than this current situation you're in
You interject to cut off your girlfriend and respond. It's quite difficult, as she's loudly sobbing by this point, completely catatonic, barely reachable
Eventually you succeed in getting her to quiet down long enough for a response
"You've convinced me. Ashley is the woman of my dreams. As of this instant, my relationship with you should be considered null and void. I will henceforth be pursuing Ashley, with the goal of marriage."
Nobody is trying to hide the ball here champ
In fact, this is the moderate option
If you put the “send them all back button” in front of most Americans they’d slam it like cheap beer
@curtis_yarvin In a world that persecutes anyone close to authority that attempts the meekest noblesse oblige to native western peoples as a monster, all that is left is the lowly world of status and alliances.
If we can reinterpret our identity from Player Character into Mob, all the Mob Spawn Points instantly become an infinite pool of Player Characters. It's basically an infinite extra lives hack and nothing could possibly go wrong.
@DefiantLs If we can reinterpret our identity from Player Character into Mob, all the Mob Spawn Points instantly become an infinite pool of Player Characters. It's basically an infinite extra lives hack and nothing could possibly go wrong.