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Anime Can Make Anything Weird

, , , , , , , | Learning | September 14, 2022

I’m taking a Media Studies class in college, and for one project, I’m showing my classmates a set of clips from various anime films.

One of the clips gives us a brief suggestion of lesbianism between two characters.

Classmate: “Hey, I wanna see this movie!”

The characters then melt into orange goo.

Classmate: “…no, I don’t.”

No Glossing Over It, She’s A Bigot

, , , , , , | Right | September 10, 2022

My best friend and I are shopping in a beauty supply store. We’re in an aisle with a lot of lip gloss, and he has several in his hand. He has a ton of lipgloss at home and loves buying new colors.

Me: *Jokingly* “At this point, you’re basically a lipgloss dragon with your giant hoard.”

Best Friend: “Have you come to slay me, brave knight?” 

Me: “Depends, is your boyfriend a dragon, too? Will he seek vengeance on my descendants for hundreds of years?”

Best Friend: *Laughing* “Your descendants are crunchy and good with ketchup.”

A mother and her daughter are also in the aisle with us. I guess they’ve overheard our conversation because the mother quickly steers her daughter away from the glosses we’ve been touching.

Lady: “No, you don’t want the ones he touched.”

Me: “Well, bless her heart.”

If you’re not familiar with the southern USA, this is kind of like saying, “Well, she’s a b****.” The lady clearly heard me because she turns to look at me.

Lady: “D*** [gay slur].”

A few minutes later, a store employee comes over to us.

Employee: “You two need to leave.”

Me: “Why?”

Employee: “A customer just complained that you called her a racial slur. You need to go.”

Me: “We didn’t, but—”

Best Friend: “It’s okay. We’ll leave so there aren’t any problems.”

He puts the lipgloss back and we leave. He’s clearly a bit upset.

Me: “I’m sorry. That lady was a complete b****.”

Best Friend: “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

It was seriously annoying how that lady could casually use a slur and then lie about us using one to get us kicked out. Some people aren’t fit to be in polite society.

It’s Basic Courtesy, Dude

, , , , , | Working | August 25, 2022

I am a prison officer in a male prison, and while I am cisgender female, I am also openly pansexual, and I’m very active/supportive of the LGBTQI+ community.

In conversation with a colleague, he jokingly shares what he thinks is a funny story about a recent intake, who (while still legally required to be housed in a men’s prison) is openly transfemale. He continually refers to this person using their deadname.

Me: “You mean, [Female/Preferred Name].”

Colleague: “No, his name on [System] is [Deadname].”

Me: “Would you like me to prove you wrong?”

I bring up the person’s profile and point out the section for identified gender and preferred name.

Colleague: “HA! ‘Preferred’ name. But his legal name is still [Deadname].”

Me: “Like how my legal name is [My Full Name], but my preferred name is [Shortened Version]?”

Colleague: “…”

Me: “Besides which, under the current departmental policy, you are required to acknowledge her identified gender and refer to her by her preferred name, regardless of your own personal bigotry regarding trans people.”

He left the room shortly after and has not spoken to me since.

I don’t miss our talks.

Beautifully Console-ing

, , , , , | Right | August 25, 2022

I’m working alone at a popular video game store. I’ve just found out that both the assistant manager and store manager have quit. With that news, plus some other events, I’ve had a pretty rough day. A couple walks in with a console in a bag.

Guy #1: “Hey, we found this [Console] while cleaning our apartment and wanted to see what we could get for it. There are some games in there, as well.”

Me: “I can definitely check and see what we can give you! It’ll just take a minute; you’re free to look around while I pull everything up.”

The couple looks at some games. While checking the system, I realize that we can’t take the console, as it’s just been removed from our system as a trade-in. I brace myself for a conflict and call the couple back over.

Me: “So, good news and bad news. The bad news is that we won’t be able to take the [Console] in since we aren’t accepting them for trade right now. The good news is that we can take most of the games, and you can get [amount] in store credit or [amount] in cash!”

The couple whispers to each other quickly, and then they look back at me.

Guy #2: “We’ll take the store credit. Are we able to just give you the console? Like, as a gift?”

If we can’t take something in as a trade, typically older game titles, we’re allowed to take them as personal gifts.

Me: “Wait, are you sure? There’s a local game store just down the street that should be able to take it in for trade.”

Guy #1: “We don’t really need the cash, and we don’t want the hassle of going somewhere else right now.”

I’m nearly in tears at this point. This is actually a console I’ve been looking at getting but don’t have the money to get.

Me: “Oh, my God! You don’t know how much this means to me!”

I completed the trade for them, and they wished me luck with the rest of my day. I still have the console, and I still think about the couple from time to time.

No One Should Be Forced To Put Up With This Garbage

, , , , , , , | Working | August 24, 2022

When I worked in security in my early twenties, I got placed at a top-secret site. The guards there were all long-timers since it was a higher pay level due to the security clearance requirement. The site had two sections, and after I had been there for a couple of years, I got transferred to the second one around the corner. I joined my new shift and met my shift supervisor and the other patrol guard.

We were on a twelve-hour rotating shift. We worked twelve hours a day for a total of seven days in a fourteen-day period, and then we switched day/night. So, it was two weeks of days and then two weeks of nights, over and over. It was stressful, and sometimes your shift-mates were the only people you’d talk to for days at a time on nights.

Enter [Coworker]. [Coworker] had been working at that site for probably six years at that point. He was a white guy in his early forties.

[Coworker] was a bigot. If you could find a difference between two people, [Coworker] hated one of the options. He would go on hours-long rants about “foreigners stealing jobs” or “effing [Language]-speaking people,” etc., etc., etc.

Oddly enough, it was always said matter-of-factly, not with rage. He’d spout racist nonsense with people of that race in the room, or sexist BS in front of women, but it was not directed specifically at them. He created a toxic pall of negative energy around him, and no one could get him to shut up. And because the company was all old-guard-type people, he got ignored instead of being called out.

For instance: one Christmas Eve, I was on the night shift with my shift supervisor, a sweet lady who happens to be a [Language] speaker and a lesbian. I’m a young woman, not ex-military, and I also speak [Language]. We were sitting together before our shift started.

Supervisor: “[My Name], I can’t take [Coworker]’s rants tonight, not tonight of all nights.”

Me: “Me, neither. I’m not spending Christmas Eve listening to his BS.”

[Coworker] came in and we sat watching the TV, waiting for our patrol time to start.

Coworker: “I can’t believe our company is hiring so many [racial slur], [LGBT slur] [Language]-speaking women who’ve never been in the military. It’s—”

Supervisor & Me: “[Coworker]!”

I stopped and let her continue since she was our boss.

Supervisor: “No, no, I am not sitting here all night listening to you talk like that. If you can’t talk about the weather or sports, I don’t want to hear it. Okay?”

[Coworker] was stunned, and he didn’t say a single word for the rest of the night that wasn’t about work. It was glorious.

I had to work with [Coworker] for two years, until one day he was telling a racist joke to an employee (probably against their will) and the CEO was walking down the hall behind him. [CEO] was pissed. He went to our big boss.

CEO: “I want that guy gone — yesterday.”

Then, when he saw [Coworker] the next day because the company was trying to find him a new site the CEO went back to the big boss.

CEO: “When I said, ‘gone,’ I meant ‘gone.’ His access to the site is revoked. He’s not allowed here ever again.”

After that, it was a lot more peaceful on our shift.