Reason #197 – I teach my son racist slurs are funny
Reason #197 – I teach my son racist slurs are funny
Sep 21I’m addicted to Mad Men. Partly for the gorgeousness that is Jon Hamm, even more for the gorgeousness that is Christina Hendricks, but mostly for the hilariousness that were the 60s: those fashions, constant (even pregnant!) drinking and smoking, blatant sexism, not a smidgen of gay rights, and let’s not even start on the segregation issue!
Um…
…did I just say segregation is hilarious?
That is SO NOT what I meant.
C, however, seems to find it very funny, and of course it’s my fault.
There is this very, VERY old fashioned game all Costa Ricans play with babies, and it goes like this:
Por aquí venía un negrito
comiendo maní
y a todos les daba
menos a MÍ!!!!!!
*tickle kid*
My grandparents played it with me and I laughed my head off, and now I play it with C, and he rolls on the floor dissolved into giggles.
Now, for the Spanish-challenged among you, this is the game I play on a daily basis with my boy:
Here came a nigger boy
eating peanuts
and he gave to everyone
except for ME!!!!!
Get the lynch mob together. I’ll be here watching Mad Men.
This shall be me, when I read my old Noddy books by Enid Blyton to my son and the golliwogs appear……
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ofthesea Reply:
September 23rd, 2011 at 7:11 am
Also in one of our Dr Seuss books there’s “a Chinese boy that eats with sticks”… complete with conical hat, braid and yellow face.
Oh dear!
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Heh heh heh! Aren’t the vestiges of slavery hilarious!?
When I was a kid, my mother and I used to bond over my rubbing her feet while she would tell me how my great-grandmother would pay black children of her servants nickels to do the same job in Africa.
This was treated with the most oozy, syrupy air of a romantic notion. Or vaguely ridiculous, mostly because later in life, my great-grandmother verbally renounced this practice as frivolous, sinful, and a waste of money. But I’m sure the syrupy air did not originally come from my mother. And I’m positive, if she hadn’t been widowed and screwed over, my g-g-mother would’ve been enjoying foot rubs until the rebels threw all the honkeys out in the 70′s.
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ofthesea Reply:
September 23rd, 2011 at 7:12 am
A foot rub for a nickel sounds like the sweetest dream! Where can I get one? ;)
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Anne-Marie Reply:
September 25th, 2011 at 11:36 pm
In 1910. Get us a time machine and we can go all out, witches-from-Charmed style.
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