So this world is strange. People change, things change, the world changes. We’re in the future before we realize the past has gone.
People have a lot to say. And not all good, not all necessarily thought through (just like this) but sometimes contains more insight than an opinion piece that took ages to agonise and conjure.
Thinking is good, but overthinking is not.
I recently read a piece about how Disney cartoons reinforced racial stereotypes by encasing it in subtle undertones through the casting of voiceover artists…an “issue” no one would pick up unless you’re one of those pinger seeking ships trawling the South Indian Ocean at the moment… or a massively victimized columnist. If a blue parrot is a blue parrot, how would you manage to tie the notion of race into …a BLUE PARROT? Then there is the op-ed who questioned if the Oscar Pistorius case would be seen in a different, less favourable light, if a black person was the victim instead. I have never considered the case in the context of someone’s skin colour and it struck me that the very act of raising this question, with all its good intentions, was ironically very racist.
I’m not trying to ignore racial sensitivities or even try to pretend the problem of racism doesn’t exist. But seriously, in this over politicised climate of everything, this over-reading, over thinking of racial representation is far more damaging to the cause that it claims to serve.
The problem is… that we continue to see race as something that is real, when it isn’t! It’s merely a social construct and by seeing the difference, we are playing into the very limited confines of this construct! I’m not saying that discrimination is a myth and that we are all treated equally, but I also think it’s time to unshackle ourselves from the mental chains that hold us captive from viewing ourselves as true equals in this world.
So that is my brain vomit for this month…
On a separate note, I’m feeling damn lucky to have found someone as smart and patient as the boyfriend. He is truly the best, apart from the times he successfully stops me from ordering more food than I can eat.
THE END.
where is my boarding pass? 