Back from the in-laws'
Nov. 14th, 2011 08:06 pmI am so tired, and I can't believe there is no weekend after this! On the bright side, I only had to spend one dinner with the step-mother-in-law who seems to detest my very me-ness. (My favorite comment from her at that dinner: "That's a very large party. In more ways than one!") And the step-father-in-law who says horrible racist, narrow-minded, rude stuff? Well, this time, instead of politely changing the subject or saying noncommittal things and hoping he would eventually wind down, I just decided to go ahead and say what I thought. Choice comments of mine:
- "well, if you don't recognize (your) privilege, or you don't care, then there's nothing to say in this conversation" (this in response to him complaining that a white kid with a better GPA might get rejected from a school because a person of color got the spot instead)
- "maybe I think /your/ ideas are stupid" (in response to him saying "that's stupid" in the middle of one of my thoughts)
It was cool. I hated him a lot less when I felt like I could just say what I thought. And he actually seemed to listen to some of what I said about the benefits of a progressive tax structure over a flat tax. Funny, that.
- "well, if you don't recognize (your) privilege, or you don't care, then there's nothing to say in this conversation" (this in response to him complaining that a white kid with a better GPA might get rejected from a school because a person of color got the spot instead)
- "maybe I think /your/ ideas are stupid" (in response to him saying "that's stupid" in the middle of one of my thoughts)
It was cool. I hated him a lot less when I felt like I could just say what I thought. And he actually seemed to listen to some of what I said about the benefits of a progressive tax structure over a flat tax. Funny, that.
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Date: 2011-11-15 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-16 04:13 am (UTC)And go you!
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 05:38 am (UTC)Then she went on to examine all the calorie counts on the menu, and picked this nasty-looking dish of a tiny portion of steamed brown rice, steamed veggies, and dry-looking, unadorned turkey. It was from the "lite and fit" menu or some shit.
Every time she gets all fat-phobic or weight-judgey around me, I console myself by thinking about how miserable she is making herself. She probably gets all depressed when she gains a pound. (I know, I shouldn't feel glad that she's suffering the same oppression as the rest of us, but sometimes I can't help it.)