LOL. I posted there first before this board was created. I learned about Brides Decide from MM.
I think of CEP as my home board, but I do think of myself as an MM regular. Which is still really outdated because I don't post and read enough stuff over there to be able to keep track of 95% of the people who post there, and I'm sure most only think of me as the crazy lady who yells about credit card transaction fees at every opportunity.
Post by curbsideprophet on Dec 18, 2014 19:40:43 GMT -5
I considered MM my home board for a long time. Now I consider MMM my home board (sorry MM). I do still try to go to MM and post when I can. However I have only read the first two pages of the post this is referring to so I have some catching up to do.
I don't think there is animosity between MM and MMM. I never felt unwanted or kicked of MM. Overall the topics on MMM are more the focus of my daily life than MM so I post on MMM more.
Post by Black Lavender on Dec 18, 2014 20:08:50 GMT -5
Can I just say that these are the types of conversations that I would like to get more involved in, but I can't. I feel like the same perfect points are made over and over and people just don't fucking get it. It's infuriating and really makes me want to call people out of their (screen) name. And it also pisses me off that half the shit people say, they wouldn't dare say face to face, but they get all thuggy bear since we're on this forum.
Technically you're supposed to eat sushi with your fingers, though many prefer chopsticks. link
I knew that but a lot of people don't. Thank you for the link.
You must be a true aficionado (cracked me up in the article when they mentioned that, lol). I alternate between fingers and chopsticks. If we get take-out sushi and eat at home I'm comfortable with my fingers but for some reason not so much in public. Odd, I know.
Well I don't know where this thread went but I asked my Mexican H and he said racist because it plays on negative stereotypes about what it means to be Mexican.
There you go MM!
Super late to the party, but...
I'll add to this that it's not even a stereotype on what it means to be Mexican but what, historically, white Americans have declared to be Mexican--that is, the lazy, sleeping Mexican under the cactus. It's like people modernized it by taking away the cactus because, obviously, that was the most incendiary thing about this (<--sarcasm).
To add an anecdote, because what post is complete without one, I found it extremely uncomfortable when I was growing up and people would ask me to bring in my cultural artifacts so they could use them as a prop for something. Like the time when the band director said, "Hey, munkii, you're a Mexican. Bring in something...you have sombreros and ponchos, right?...that we can use for our matador/toro song for the pep rally." As an adult I look back at those situations and wish I knew my voice and stood up against this crap because I had the right to be more than uncomfortable.
Nope. You'd be surprised by the things I don't know. lol
OK then, gather ye round, CEP newbs while I tell you a tale that will astound.
Once upon a time, we had a poster named Dylanite. He was married to another poster. He would post offensive and insane things, but people tolerated him because his wife was nice. But behind the scenes, Dylanite was up to something. For years, he quietly would send PMs to various posters just to see who'd bite. Sometimes, he'd tell them that they had an awesome response to a post. Other times, he'd ask them for their picture. Eventually, one poster fell for his "charm." She was a hose beast who called people Massengil dripping cuntwiches, so really, they were perfect for each other. He left his wife and moved out of state to be with this poster.
As an adult I look back at those situations and wish I knew my voice and stood up against this crap because I had the right to be more than uncomfortable.
This happened to me when a bunch of white girls acted out the black Macarena in 7th grade. They did the motions of putting your hands on your head and then being cuffed.
I wish I could go back and do something than remain silent.
As an adult I look back at those situations and wish I knew my voice and stood up against this crap because I had the right to be more than uncomfortable.
This happened to me when a bunch of white girls acted out the black Macarena in 7th grade. They did the motions of putting your hands on your head and then being cuffed.
I wish I could go back and do something than remain silent.
Nope. You'd be surprised by the things I don't know. lol
OK then, gather ye round, CEP newbs while I tell you a tale that will astound.
Once upon a time, we had a poster named Dylanite. He was married to another poster. He would post offensive and insane things, but people tolerated him because his wife was nice. But behind the scenes, Dylanite was up to something. For years, he quietly would send PMs to various posters just to see who'd bite. Sometimes, he'd tell them that they had an awesome response to a post. Other times, he'd ask them for their picture. Eventually, one poster fell for his "charm." She was a hose beast who called people Massengil dripping cuntwiches, so really, they were perfect for each other. He left his wife and moved out of state to be with this poster.
That post is way too long. It shall be midnight reading.
But for now, I need to know the name of the hose beast. I recall someone who enjoyed tossing around cuntwiches, but I can't place the name for the life of me.
Nope. You'd be surprised by the things I don't know. lol
OK then, gather ye round, CEP newbs while I tell you a tale that will astound.
Once upon a time, we had a poster named Dylanite. He was married to another poster. He would post offensive and insane things, but people tolerated him because his wife was nice. But behind the scenes, Dylanite was up to something. For years, he quietly would send PMs to various posters just to see who'd bite. Sometimes, he'd tell them that they had an awesome response to a post. Other times, he'd ask them for their picture. Eventually, one poster fell for his "charm." She was a hose beast who called people Massengil dripping cuntwiches, so really, they were perfect for each other. He left his wife and moved out of state to be with this poster.