First edition of poem “Yes No”, Francis Picabia, 1953.
If you have to treat me differently because you heard I’m a feminist, you subconsciously realize that there is something wrong with your normal behavior.
This is so true for a whole assortment of things but I’ve never been able to put it into words. Like when people find out I’m queer and they suddenly act less homophobic. I have relatives who magically stop showing their racist tendencies around people of color. Just because you don’t display your prejudice around the people you’re prejudiced against doesn’t make you a good person - it still means you’re shitty, but also extra shitty because you realize your behavior is offensive and you only display it around people who won’t be immediately harmed.
I was assistant-teaching last fall, and the main teacher confronted a girl about her constant use of the word “ret*rded” in place of words like stupid or lame. The teacher spoke of having worked with mentally disabled people and how that word causes them pain. The girl’s defense was “Well I would never say that word in front of actually retarded people!” She was clearly embarrassed at being called out in front of everyone so we let it go in that moment but I wanted to scream "That’s precisely the problem!!!"
an artist is stranded on a desert island alone and decides to pass the time by drawing. less that a minute after they take out a sketchbook, one lone person washes up on the island and desperately says “oh my god you can draw can you draw me”
no but see
you clearly don’t understand this reality.
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