As a Muslim, I’m sick of people asking me how I feel about 9/11. What do you want me to say, seriously? Do you want me to say, “It was a great plan, mwahahaha!” before I fly off on a magic carpet?
I was born and raised in this country and was just as shocked as everyone else to learn there were people on this earth so vile as to commit such a horrific attack - or to even think about doing it.
But I didn’t do it. Neither did 99.999999999 percent of the roughly 1.5 billion people in the world who also call themselves Muslims. So why should I or any other Muslim apologize for what happened? Nickleback is planning on releasing another album. Should I ask white people to apologize for that?
like, it’s okay to not laugh at someone’s joke about the difference between jelly and jam. it’s a bad joke. if you don’t laugh they might be like *nudge nudge* what do you think, isn’t that hilarious? and then you can just be all
"no, i think women are people, my sense of humor extends well beyond genitalia puns, and that’s a rape joke in disguise"
and your friend probably won’t say things like that to you anymore, and what’s more, if he secretly thought he already thought women were people, he may reconsider the kind of jokes he’s telling to get guys to think he’s a funny/cool dudebro. he might also stop being your friend, but that’s probably okay though
it’s just i think there’s this guy code or there’s supposed to be, this unspoken thing where men think they’re all in it together, looking out for their brother, helping each other be successful hunters in a forest of doe-eyed nymphets, like that scene from a beautiful mind when the men all decide to date brunettes so no female would feel slighted - looking back, doesn’t that scene seem more creepy than genius? i wouldn’t write it
about that unspoken guy code thing - i’m not in on it (and you don’t have to be either). does it suck to hang out with me, because i’m not gonna be your wingman? oops. i won’t help you conquer anyone. or cheat on your whoever, or “hit that.” if you’re a butthead to women behind closed doors (or just joking around with me) then that’s all you are. you’re the guy wearing those leopard underpants from the wedding singer waking up all “hey baby. you - you make breakfast in bed?”
so don’t laugh, maybe. or if you do, go back and say “hey you know what i think? that joke sucks and you’re weird for wanting to tell it to me. i’m not about that and you shouldn’t be either” and then call the guy a mouth-breather because he needs to learn this before this is over
social justice stuff you see on tumblr is nothing new; these ideas and terminology have been around in activist circles for years. You’re only just finding out about them now because they’ve been brought into the mainstream of a website most of you frequent.