here’s what happens when you call out white feminists
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Hey, Snapchat. My eyebrows are on, but I’m about to go the fuck off—because I’m sick—fucking white feminists.
So long story short, I asked why a show that’s all about “championing feminism” ignores women of color and makes fun of Asian women? And then, while everyone was sitting there patting themselves on the back for how “progressive” this show is, like, the black dudes are the punchline, in it?
So afterwards, the moderator comes up to me, to white-splain to me what it “really” was about. And this woman—whew! “We’re not fetishizing black men because, you know, as a Jewish, plus-sized woman, black men really love me, and I’m just speaking my truth!” When the punchline is, “I’m too fat for cute white guys, but black dudes will fuck me because they’ll fuck anything,” you’re a fucking racist!
And what I’m not here for is so-called white feminists white-splaining to me how “I don’t understand” what they meant. No, I understand! And what really got me fucked up, is when this woman said, “Well you know, it’s true, black guys love me,” I was like, “I have to go.” She, like, wouldn’t let me leave!
The moderator, Jill Soloway, cornered me, and would not fucking let me leave, because they were so desperate to absolve their white guilt and make me understand that they weren’t racist.
Jill Soloway’s ass had the fucking nerve to say to me, “Yeah, we should be intersectional. I think women and people of color need to work together!” I’m like, “Bu—but—women of color?!” You clearly don’t understand what intersectional feminism is if when I ask you why isn’t your show intersectional, your response is to separate women and people of color.
Then—this is what killed me—then she had the nerve to be like, “You know, I’ve been looking for intersectional voices, but I can’t find them. Where are they? Just, where are they?” Hi, um, so yeah, I’m here with the Sundance Serial Content Lab, and I have a web series at MTV, and I just accepted my first TV writing job, so—here?
I am so fucking sick of these women patting themselves on the back for calling out the patriarchy while being fucking racist. And what pisses me off, is even when I don’t curse, and I’m so professional and complimentary of your work, you still gaslight the fuck out of me! And this is why respecability politics are not shit. Cause even when I don’t curse, and I play nice and compliment your work, y'all still treat me like the fucking angry black woman.
And, like, Emmy-winning Jill Soloway like, invited me to her house, to like, be her friend, like. I don’t wanna be your fucking friend. Like, fuck your white guilt.
It just sucks, cause it really takes a lot of—like I was really, really fucking upset that these women treated me like this. And I’m the one that has to be professional, because I wanna work in this business, but I don’t wanna compromise my morals, but that’s what you have to do to fucking get a check.
I’m, like—I wanna make a video about this, but, like, I just—I’m so tired of being the only person that, like, says anything, you know what I mean? It’s exhausting. And it’s alienating. And it’s lonely. And, like, I just wanna make, like, smart shit. I wanna be able to watch something and not be shit on.
It’s 2016. There is no excuse. If some racist shit—shitting on Asian women and black men slip through your show—that tells me there are no people of color on your staff. You can throw a stone in any direction and see a talented person of color out here. Like, come on.
You’re gonna look me in my face and tell me that “you can’t find any intersectional feminists anywhere”? You aren’t looking.
Cause we out here.
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I’m really not here for the tears… Because you’ll say ALL this shit and still go lay up under your white husband…. FUCK begging white women to act right…. Tired of this shit…
yup. I go home to a white husband and yet I still won’t stand for black men being fetishized and dogged out by the industry I want to be a part of. The only scripted representation of black men in this shit show was a teenager forcing himself on an intoxicated white girl. and that’s of course after he makes a gross joke about the main character’s “Jew titties.” you’re tired of this shit? so am I. representation matters. how black people are depicted in shows that will then reach MILLIONS, influences how black people are treated and seen in the real world. that fictional image of a slimy black kid trying to assault some white girl is the image that these white women see when they call the cops on black boys for being “scary.” and you’re lying to yourself if you fail to see the correlation.
question. where are the black dudes in interracial relationships out here standing up for black women? honestly. where are they? cause I only see them on Twitter & Tumblr sharing nasty memes about anyone darker than beige and fetishizing their unborn mixed babies. can you take a break from doing backflips to shit on me and my incredible husband to send me their links?
I’m so tired of this bullshit logic. I deal with DAILY HARASSMENT because I dare talk about social justice online. and then I deal with this mess IN REAL LIFE because I refuse to be quiet when someone disrespects my blackness, black people or any marginalized person for that matter. Are we pretending I didn’t mention that this show didn’t also make digs at Asian women? cause it did. and I wasn’t here for it either. but that goes away….cause my husband is white?
did my white husband protect me from getting threats at my home? does my white husband prevent racist assholes from re-editing my videos to make me say things I haven’t said? did it stop someone from making a video game walk through where they kill a character because it looks like me? or what about the meetings I’ve been in where I’ve been pet like a dog by people who “loooove my work.” please show me all the ways my white husband has prevented ANYONE from seeing me as black or calling my black ass a nigger. then show me how any of those experiences is made less hurtful because of who I climb into bed with. I’ll wait.
while you sit on your computer judging me (but still watching & sharing the content I produce) I’m out here doing the work. not because its glamorous, but because it’s right. and even though you’ll swear up and down my husband makes my experiences less authentic, I’ll keep doing the work. I’m not out here begging for shit. I’m demanding a world that let’s us have a voice to tell our own stories. I’m demanding a world that treats all of us fairly no matter what we look like or who we love. and instead of waiting for anyone else to create that world, I’m making it for myself. I’m developing THREE scripted projects (one is why I’m at Sundance) that will hopefully prove that it’s possible for socially conscious comedy to exist in the real world and that we don’t have to punch down for laughs. I don’t need a white woman to write it. I’m writing it myself.
honestly, I hope you find someone who loves and cares about you .2222222% of what my husband cares for me. cause it’s incredible. I hope you get 10 years out of a relationship with someone who encourages you, respects you, challenges you, makes you smarter, makes you laugh and feel like the most beautiful person on earth. maybe then you’ll worry about who you go to bed with instead of being so fucking pressed over me and my man.
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