helpful alternatives to common uses of ‘crazy’:
"this week was crazy" —> "this week was hectic"
"prices here are crazy" —> "prices here are ridiculous"
"my manager is crazy" —> "my manager is unbelievable"
"the weather has been crazy lately" —> "the weather has been so unpredictable lately"
"all this homework is making me go crazy" —> "all this homework is stressing me out"
"my teacher is crazy" —> "my teacher is totally unreasonable"
why not just say crazy? srsly?
because crazy is an ableist slur.
using a word that is constantly used to attack and dehumanize mentally ill people (specifically mentally ill people with some form of psychosis) in a colloquial sense is, for one, incredibly insensitive.
for another thing, using it in these ways reinforces the associations of ‘crazy’ with ‘unreasonable, unbelievable, out of control, etc’.
the reason people can use ‘crazy’ in these contexts, even though they are not consciously thinking of this, is because those are all stereotypes about mentally ill people.
that’s why crazy works in those instances. because it’s based off harmful narratives about mentally ill people
PRO TIP: watching “how it’s made” is SUCH a good way to combat an anxiety attack! There’s soothing music, a soothing narrator who’s intonation never changes (narrators never yell or change their speaking pace), it’s engaging enough to keep you occupied but doesn’t force you to think too hard!
also sometimes the narrator makes bad puns
Agreed! It’s such an educational show!
White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”
I will never understand why.
Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.
Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.
Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.
If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.
what’s the point of being a fan if you’re not a critical one? what’s the point of absorbing media without the intention of analyzing it? i don’t understand why some people wholeheartedly defend their faves’ flaws and shortcomings, when pointing out and not supporting your faves’ problematic aspects DOES NOT MAKE YOU ANY LESS OF A FAN BUT MAKES YOU AN ENGAGED AND AWARE CONSUMER
I am the guy that writes your name in black marker on your Starbucks cup. I probably write around five hundred customers’ names every day. Recently, it has come to my attention that people are not always satisfied with the name I’ve written. In fact, many people say that the names are often wildly inaccurate and they want to know why I can never get it right. Allow me to explain why:I am fucking with you.I didn’t mishear your name, I’m not illiterate, and your name is not difficult to spell. I am deliberately misspelling your name in order to confuse and annoy you. It’s the best part of my job and I will never stop.Let me assure you, everyone in the world knows how to spell ‘Jessica.’Literally everyone. I decided to write ‘Gessika’ on your cup in order to play with your emotions in a shrewd and calculating way. And it worked. You posted about it on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr, and you complained about it to everyone at your office. I’m in your head now.Allow me to talk you through my fiendish thought process. When I hear a customer’s name, I immediately think “how can I spell this name in an obnoxious way that will infuriate and perplex them?” Often, this involves swapping out a letter for a similar sounding letter. For example, writing ‘Khris’ instead of ‘Chris.’ It’s a small change, but people still hate it. Other times, I like to really fuck with people’s minds by spelling their name in a way that barely contains any of the correct letters. Like that time I wrote ‘Nykal’ instead of ‘Michael.’ Oh man, that guy legitimately looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown when he saw that.But every once in a while, I’ll spell your name correctly. You’ll pick up your order and be delighted to discover that your name was spelled right today. You’ll forget about all the previous spelling errors and think that maybe things are starting to look up for you. That’s what I want you to think. I’m lulling you into a false sense of security. This isn’t over. It’s never over.
If you do this with non-English names, I hate you.
I hate you because people mess up my name all the time. They can’t pronounce it. They can’t spell it.
When Starbucks first starting writing names on cups, my dad gave his real name and literally spelled it out. It somehow got misheard and horribly mispronounced after that.
After that, I suggested to my dad that he should use the name Paul instead.
My aunt doesn’t tell people her real name at Starbucks. She just says Sandy. Pretty sure she’s had the same thing happen to her as well.
I hate the fact that they ask for the name because if I did tell them my real name, I’ll probably just make it harder for them. Where I live, most people who work at Starbucks are white. In order to ensure my name was spelled right, I would have to spell it out. And then whoever makes the drinks has to figure out a pronunciation close to the spelling on the cup.
It’s easier to lie then to go through that.
So if you purposely mess up someone’s name on a freaking Starbucks cup who actually told you their ethnic name? It’s not fucking funny at all. They can’t tell if it was on purpose or not. They assume it’s because of what their name is, and they remember all the times when their name was messed up in the past.
Don’t do it.
Oh, I would positively love to. Just give me a moment here while I get my thoughts together…
Mind, these thoughts have been on my mind for at least the last couple of years, so forgive me if this gets a bit rambly. e: it got VERY rambly, so I’m throwing it behind a cut. What have you unleashed? Also there’s a question field on this post so that any people can reply to this, or at least there should be, if Tumblr is working correctly…