Have you seen Legend of the Overfiend?
That typifies the the entire continent.
Someone who is post racial would not be able to form questions like "am I racist?" or draw conclusions like "I am beyond race" because that would just pull them right back into the muck after they'd transcended. Jeebus, I'm getting a little Orwell here, but it's not enough that you don't talk racial but you can't think racial either which is impossible unless you were raised in a cellar tied to a radiator by assholes called mum and dad.
I remember an episode of 3rd Rock from the Sun where Dick was questioning race to his GORGEOUS secretary, and she makes a broad comment about how he shouldn't really try to compete with her just because he's Jewish. And he stares at her blankly wondering why... which is when she says "because I'm black!" and Dick slaps his forehead, surprised by the revelation "Oh my goodness so you are, I really must write that down, Mary did you know that Nina was black?"
Personally, I like to say that I am Post TV.
(the ritual of studying the tv guide, and then waiting. Waiting for days. Controlling how you sleep, pee and pooh so that it doesn't get in the way of these precious moments the Industrial Supercomplex trickles you a little media now and then. Last year I was sleeping between 9 pm and 2 am. I was really much more agreeable with a routine.)
I haven't turned the bastard on for 5 years but to watch dvds.
Simbi Khali
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
That typifies the the entire continent.
Someone who is post racial would not be able to form questions like "am I racist?" or draw conclusions like "I am beyond race" because that would just pull them right back into the muck after they'd transcended. Jeebus, I'm getting a little Orwell here, but it's not enough that you don't talk racial but you can't think racial either which is impossible unless you were raised in a cellar tied to a radiator by assholes called mum and dad.
I remember an episode of 3rd Rock from the Sun where Dick was questioning race to his GORGEOUS secretary, and she makes a broad comment about how he shouldn't really try to compete with her just because he's Jewish. And he stares at her blankly wondering why... which is when she says "because I'm black!" and Dick slaps his forehead, surprised by the revelation "Oh my goodness so you are, I really must write that down, Mary did you know that Nina was black?"
Personally, I like to say that I am Post TV.
(the ritual of studying the tv guide, and then waiting. Waiting for days. Controlling how you sleep, pee and pooh so that it doesn't get in the way of these precious moments the Industrial Supercomplex trickles you a little media now and then. Last year I was sleeping between 9 pm and 2 am. I was really much more agreeable with a routine.)
I haven't turned the bastard on for 5 years but to watch dvds.
Simbi Khali
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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