You may remember that fateful day a year ago in which I went to my favourite bathroom stall at work to find
Well, today, I came out of my stall, and as I was washing my hands, a black woman from the office next door walked in, half-acknowledged the hello I gave her, and went straight for the very same stall. I thought to myself about how funny it is that I always see her using that stall and how we must appreciate the same sort of conditions while doing our bizness.
And then it hit me. The largest pubic hair in existence was probably . . . the hair from her head. And if she saw that sign, she was probably offended, maybe even deeply hurt. It likely called to mind all of the years of latent racism she’s endured, all of the rage she felt when Don Imus called those girls “nappy-headed hoes”. She probably went to the back of the bus that night out of shame.
I don’t have to feel bad about it as a privileged white person, but I sort of do.
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Do you know how hard it is to cringe and laugh at the same time? I do not think racism is funny, but what an absurd situation.
Next up, to really make you cringe, I’ll tell the story of the time she found my blog and read the multiple posts I wrote about her hair.
hahahah I really hope it was from her head. Because no one should have pubic hair that is long enough to look like it came from a woman’s head.
Maybe something for you to shoot for to get in the Guinness Book?
I would like to state, unequivocally and for the record, that I do not want any hair of any ethnicity or nationality on my toilet seat, regardless of the area of the body from which it originated.
That shit’s nasty.
For Christmas, I’m getting you a toilet seat cover made of human hair. I might get you the matching rug if you’re good.