Okay, so today I kinda wanted to blog about something a bit more serious than usual (and probably a bit more interesting). I was on the bus today on my way back from school, and there were these two teens talking to each other in really bad slang. I didn’t notice, I usually tune people like that out, but they were using lots of “fuck” and “shit”. They also repeatedly used the infamous “N-word”. This isn’t something that I have a problem with personally, though then again words don’t have much of an affect on me, they’re just words. But the white woman sitting behind me flipped out.
She asked the guys to be quiet, and ranted at them about how she didn’t need to hear that kind of language, and she was studying for college (which she was definitely old for, and was completely irrelevant to her conversation) and felt that their language was disrespectful and just awful and painful to hear. She went on about it for a little while, and finally stopped, murmuring “I can’t take it anymore! I can’t deal with this!”
I know what she’s talking about–the N-word is commonly used, mostly by black teens (I don’t say this to be racist, just as an observation). For its hugely negative connotations, it doesn’t bother them to use the word. I found it amusing that the white woman was being offended for a black male calling another black male it, mostly because it’s first and foremost an anti-black slur. Or maybe I just have a really bad sense of humor.
To me, words only have power if you give them power. It doesn’t bother me to use words like “hate” and “love” on a billion-times-a-day basis; I feel like when you mean it in the melodramatic and serious way that the word is really “meant” for, people will know. Clearly, the woman likes to give words power, but on another note, is it really fair that she try and restrict someone’s freedom of speech and expression like that? I know it sounds like a lame excuse, and I get that the language the kids were using was probably innappropriate for the environment, but the woman said it herself, it happens every day. It’s not exactly stoppable. And why try to stop it? So long as the teens aren’t offended when their friends use the word.
I’m interested to hear what others have to say about this. Comment with your opinion if you’d like–I get that this can be a sensitive subject. Maybe I’m being insensitive when I say that people should be free to speak the way they want to speak, and I know from experience that it’s hard to control how loud you talk, especially on a loud bus. Anyway, that’s all for now.
It’s been so long! I feel awful about having not posted in nearly two and a half weeks–honestly I do. I’ve been a little all over the place lately, and while I could blame it on being busy, I figure it’s really because I’ve had nothing to do and therefore nothing to talk about. I’d normally catch up with life here, but I figure it’s not really necessary . . . nothing fantastical has happened, so you aren’t missing out on much (if, of course, there is a ‘you’ out there . . . I wouldn’t know since hardly anyone every comments).
On Friday I saw this show, Passing Strange with my mom and sister. It was really fabulous. Loud rock music and swearing aside, it’s about this guy trying to find himself through art and song and love, so he travels to Europe. There’s also a lot of race struggle, which made me think of Caucasia . . . but whateverrr.
I finished Atonement (did I mention that the last time I was here? I don’t remember). It was good, though I didn’t really get it, probably because I skipped overe huge sections of it that didn’t really seem important. I guess you could say I’m glad I read it–I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but I wouldn’t discourage them from reading it either. Now I’m onto Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. The language is more difficult than I expected it to be, but I’m still enjoying it a lot (though that enjoyment is slightly overshadowed by my constant search for who is who in I Love You Because).
I’ve finally chosen a summer program, my mom found one at Stanford for creative writing that looks really good. The application is intense so I figure I might not get in, but I’m going to try really hard and I’ve already gotten my teacher recommendation, so I’m almost . . . sorta kinda not really almost there. We’ll see what happens and keep our fingers crossed.
Anywhichway I’m supposed to be writing my hisotry essay . . . so I’d better get back to that. Comment, or whatever.