That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.
Can everyone please start proactively telling their white girl friends not to do dia de los muertos facepaint for halloween, especially white folks telling other white folks. I know it’s early september but you can never start to early on curtailing this bullshit.
my workplace got fewer racist costumes this year than last year and I am really trying hard to dissuade people from buying the few we did get. slowly but surely.
jeez I’m glad that in most movies any rando can just walk into a university dorm and ask “where’s john smith’s room” and get pointed in the right direction by a guy whose whole job it is to do that.
like no i.d. or proof that you know them or that they want to see you is needed buddy, go on up!