1. Are you a white person descended from other white people?
Yes? Well then they owned slaves. Shut up about your G-pa being a civil rights activist.
Test Over
wow my Irish ancestors who didn’t come over until after the civil war and who were poor as fuck sure did own slaves,,,,, and my Ukranian ancestors,,,,,, my v v poor Ukrainian ancestors,,,,, -CR
oh man my peasant jewish ukranian ancestors are going to be so pissed about these slaves they didnt know they had goddamn
My Russian peasant ancestors who legally lived like slaves under the Tsars would like a word.
At the height of slavery, only 2% of Americans owned slaves (and not all of them were white). Might wanna actually use that organ inside of your skull – it’s called a brain and it can do stuff like think so you don’t act like a brainless idiot.
I’m more impressed with the fact that this person seems to think that the 1.6% of white slave owners managed to father all of the white children so that every white person today is somehow descended from .008% (or so) of the entire world population… I mean, that’s some crazy feat right there.
Well that backfired magnificently
“This post has ceased to exist.”
You’re more likely to be descended from Genghis Khan than white slave owners.
Maybe this shouldn’t have been posted on a professional account..
What a fucking loser.
Ha the fucking moron tried deleting the post. @illegaltendercomic you cant hide from this bullshit. You racist fuck
We came to the USA in 1972 and I’m pretty sure my Slavic ancestors in Eastern Europe were serfs, not landowners or royalty.
My pacifist Mennonite ancestors who fled to America in the early 20th century to escape Soviet persecution in the Ukraine would love to chat with you sometime, OP.
My tummy doesn’t have to be cute. It holds my internal organs. My thighs don’t have to “crush men’s skulls”. I use them to carry myself. My stretch marks don’t have to be tiger stripes I earned. They came when I grew.
Stop.
feeling this
This!
I feel like even body positivity is too focused on, like, the appearance of the body. I know I became a whole lot happier with my body when I started thinking of it less in terms of how it looked (to me or anyone else) and realized, that, like…
When I feel cool breeze on my skin on a really hot day, my body did that for me.
When I step into a bath after a hike, and my muscles ache, but in a good way, and the steam all around me makes me feel like a flower blooming, my body did that for me.
And the hike before it, and standing on a large rock breathing the raw winter air seeing the power of the half-frozen river. That too.
When I’ve had a plate of pasta puttanesca, and I chopped and sauteed the ingredients and now I’m full-but-not-uncomfortable, and warm all over, and perfectly content, my body did that for me.
My body doesn’t have to look awesome to be awesome. It’s awesome because it’s where I live.
Hot take: Capitalism isn’t the same thing as consumerism. Just because I think voluntary exchange is moral doesn’t mean I have to approve of greed, avarice, waste, excess, decadence, or selfishness.
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