Cultural appropriation, black face, Halloween costumes and the desire to fit in while standing out.
So, just so I understand this, dressing up, darkening or lightening of the skin and hair styles, is this really what people obsess over? I grew up wearing clothes from Goodwill and hand me downs. My first pair of Nikes wasn’t until I joined the military. Even then, they were not a fashion statement as much as they were simply good running shoes.
I understand how other people will pick on someone for what they wear. But aren’t these high school games? Really, focusing on what someone wears, versus how they act or what they do? What’s next, designer or knock off, who wore it best?
Many women wear their eyeliner in the fashion of Cleopatra. I think it looks good, I have no issue with it by any means. At the same time though, if these are the standards by which we are meant to live by. How come Cleopatra eyeliner, is given an excuse?
This is what I am talking about. If some new standard is raised and is enforced through “social justice”, then why doesn’t it apply to everyone equally?
Perhaps, uniformity is what is needed, so people can focus on the task at hand, instead of whether or not your clothing or makeup is a distraction or disrespectful.
Cleopatra eyes…perhaps makeup should be banned as well. It all depends on if this is real outrage or it is simply meant as a distraction. If all you or anyone worries about is what garb or makeup is appropriate, well then, perhaps life is much better that we care to acknowledge.
Should Cleopatra eyes be reserved for Egyptians alone? Wouldn’t want to offend any of them, would you?
Maybe “Lucky Charms” cereal is offensive to Irish people. Jerk chicken only for folks from the Caribbean, Yoga, only for people from India. How far does this nonsense extend?
All or nothing, it’s a zero sum game. If these are the standards we are forced to live by from here on out, we will all live sterile and boring lives. Are we bound by our skin color, our sex, our heritage?
Cleopatra eyes, it’s only a matter of time…