I believe in TRADITIONAL FAMILY VALUES like HARD WORK through HUNTING and GATHERING and COMMUNAL LIVING and DYING AT THE AGE OF 5 and BEING AFRAID OF FIRE and YEETING YOUR KIDS INTO THE FOREST WHEN THEY BECOME ADULTS.
Off-topic, but, if that’s a real cake and the image goes all the way around, that’s actually kind of impressive.
Same, that’s pretty creative layering
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I still think about my white coworker who said that the 1920s were the best times. And I had to remind him his mixed wife and kids would disagree with him.
It’s like when I hear people claim that I have to “respect their beliefs”. No I don’t. If you want to believe an ancient fairy tale over reason, logic, and science, that’s your business— and I certainly respect (and will fight to defend) your right to your beliefs, as they are also my rights to my non-belief.
But do I respect your beliefs? Only if they deserve respect. And it’s beliefs like these for which I hold my… discerning position regarding the beliefs of others.
“Your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins.”
I’ve found that folks with beliefs that aren’t respectable, like believing that minorities don’t deserve rights, tend to need to be reminded to respect other people’s beliefs. Many times those beliefs hurt no one, like belief in astrology.
So they just weaponize and twist the lessons they were given to silence others so they can continue harming others.
They need to respect my belief that they’re assholes. I made it my religion in some way. My holy tradition.