I have to say though that I'm irritated at some of the responses here. I see nothing wrong with what OP did and think it's funny, but to bash the woman for saying something in response to something she thought was racist pisses me off. Good for her, and beyond the embarrassment, I think it's nice to know someone is willing to call people out like that.
I will say that I am irritable in general these days, so maybe I'm overreacting, but jeez you guys.
I really do agree with your sentiment here, but I think the other woman was really reaching on this one. From the description it seems like OP was obviously calling out to her own kid, not pointing to a random kid across the street and saying, "Hey, look at that dirty little [insert slur here] over there."
Love of my life baby boy born 11/11. One and done not by choice; 3 years of TTC yielded 4 MMC and 2 CPs, through 4 IUIs and 2 IVFs. Focusing on making the world a better place instead...and running.
Post by messykitchen on Nov 1, 2012 13:01:29 GMT -5
I don't post here (just lurk and learn) but this reminded me of a similar story.
I had this cat, Jack. He was HUGE, and totally black. I always called him my Big Black Boy.
One night, I stuck my head out the front door and called "Heyyyyy, where's my big black boy hiding???" like I did every night to call him inside. Then I looked at the sidewalk and saw 4 or 5 teenage African American boys on the standing there, looking at me very oddly.
I said lamely, I am looking for my cat.....and hid inside in embarrassment.
I don't post here (just lurk and learn) but this reminded me of a similar story.
I had this cat, Jack. He was HUGE, and totally black. I always called him my Big Black Boy.
One night, I stuck my head out the front door and called "Heyyyyy, where's my big black boy hiding???" like I did every night to call him inside. Then I looked at the sidewalk and saw 4 or 5 teenage African American boys on the standing there, looking at me very oddly.
I said lamely, I am looking for my cat.....and hid inside in embarrassment.
Dying. Seriously tears. That's worse than my dark cherry incident by far. Lolol
I don't post here (just lurk and learn) but this reminded me of a similar story.
I had this cat, Jack. He was HUGE, and totally black. I always called him my Big Black Boy.
One night, I stuck my head out the front door and called "Heyyyyy, where's my big black boy hiding???" like I did every night to call him inside. Then I looked at the sidewalk and saw 4 or 5 teenage African American boys on the standing there, looking at me very oddly.
I said lamely, I am looking for my cat.....and hid inside in embarrassment.
My personal embarrassment story: I was at a friend's house with a bunch of other friends, one of whom brought her toddler daughter (everyone was either white or Hispanic, and the toddler was 50/50).
She was eating chocolate cake and smeared the icing all over her face, and as it was coming out of my mouth I knew I fucked up: "Aww, look at the little chocolate face here OHSHITWHYDIDIJUSTSAYTHAT." Everyone laughed and I kept saying, "I meant because of the cake! THE CAKE!!!!!"
we called our son "bug" because when he was about 3 months old he had on this little blue sleeper and he just looked like a bug.
We called our daughter Moose because she was 10 lbs 4 oz, 23 1/4" long and I had her without any drugs. My thinking is that if you give birth to a kid that big you can call her anything you want.
I will say a woman stared at me like I was an abuser when she heard me call DD that on a store so after that we started calling her Moosey which isn't that much different but no more accusatory stares.
I don't post here (just lurk and learn) but this reminded me of a similar story.
I had this cat, Jack. He was HUGE, and totally black. I always called him my Big Black Boy.
One night, I stuck my head out the front door and called "Heyyyyy, where's my big black boy hiding???" like I did every night to call him inside. Then I looked at the sidewalk and saw 4 or 5 teenage African American boys on the standing there, looking at me very oddly.
I said lamely, I am looking for my cat.....and hid inside in embarrassment.
My mom used to call my brother and me her little "pig droppings." She got that term from the Annie movie. It is what Miss Hannigan called the orphans.
Pretty embarrassing to hear "where are my pig droppings" called out when we got too far away from her. Now it cracks me up when she calls us that. (yes, I am over 30 and she still calls me her pig dropping).
LOL! We have a running joke in our house about a poop jacket and it makes E smile automatically, so I often use it as our "cheese" when taking photos. Not good in public!