In the USA, it was commonly taught that “if you ignore racism it will pass on its own”, from the 1980s onwards. It didn’t work of course but a lot believed at the time.
Instead, overt racism became obscured, substitute words entered into the lexicon of public discourse.
So there’s decades of white people (and non-white too) who believe law changes worked. Removal of slurs from public acceptability worked.
It didn’t though. It’s a deeper problem and attacking it at the surface ended up only being a “feel good” measure for those who originally caused the issue.
Oh i hate the passive-aggressive / veiled threat / put-you-in-your-place stuff.
middle class can be ignorant of basic things. “you’re never too poor to be clean”. I remember hearing that one a few times.
I had no father and had to construct mine from the best I found around me, so now I am my own father.
Never knew if this put me in a better or worse position than those with fathers – just different.
What does it mean to be a man?” I saw plenty of examples of how *not* to be and a lot of what I became as a man is the good that I found that avoided the “nots”.
Father fig is important – and I think it can come from many sources. Online I found myself in that position bunches of times and do my best to be decent, kind, a little standoffish from drama detail and come up with pointed general advice but mostly just to be a kind face out in the ethersphere. I want to make a difference without encroaching on individuality and hopefully I do ok.
I got this two days ago. So I don’t know about big data but I know that individuals matter.
Wherever you go, you’re modeling “someone” for someone else. Not really “roles” just modelling. Every interaction, even these. So, am I myself or am I a mouthpiece for someone else? Stuff I ask myself constantly.
I hate when I hear someone else’s voice come out of my mouth. Sometimes it’s alright – sense of humor and stuff – but when it’s one of my anti-models, I’m not happy with myself. Constant betterment work. Long way to go. I see too many people settling for their middle school personas and I didn’t want that for myself.
It’s true – and it’s a shock sometimes. Some people can laugh it off, “Oh I’ve become my father / Oh, I’ve become me mother” but I figure they all had their choice for their voices. My turn for mine and I try to help folks find theirs. i n t e r n e t is great for that. Real life is too structured and roles too common.