Dear sweet baby Jesus in a cradle up a tree, I am done, done, DONE with people of privilege donning the costume and trappings of marginalized people’s situations and being treated as ‘brave’ or someone we ought to respect because ‘OMG, they totally know what it’s like now!”
I’ma put this bit in bold so you understand: NO YOU GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING DON’T!
No, living like you’re on food stamps for a week isn’t “knowing what it’s like”.
No, wearing a hijab for Lent isn’t “knowing what it’s like”
No, binding your boobs and “be a trans guy for a day” isn’t “knowing what it’s like”.
No, wearing a fat suit for a day isn’t “knowing what it’s like”.
This is privilege tourism, a brief visit to get just a taste. Then you come back and talk as if you know damn near everything about the place, when you’ve only seen…
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