In honor of this blog reaching 300,000 visits…and thank you, Homer, for dropping in so often (wink)…a bitch is gonna indulge in a rant.
Why A Bitch Rejects the School of Tolerance.
I am...this bitch is…not by mistake or misfortune, but by grace.
I don’t want tolerance.
Give it to me, baby!
You…out of the kindness of your whatever…overlooking my public displays of culture, race, gender, sexual orientation, strong language (wink), “ethnic” hair/complexion/clothing/phrases/ways or any other damned thing that is a part of me?
That this bitch can do without.
Thanks, but no thanks…I’d hate to have you fake it.
And let’s keep it real…tolerance, as it is practiced in American society today, is faking acceptance, masking disdain, pretending not to be put out even though you are.
People tolerate a stench...a stink…something offensive, but not so much so that one is unable to suffer through and dish about later.
They withstand...with grit and determination...they extend charity and lenience.
Tolerance assumes intolerance…that the person tolerating has the ability to reject and is making the choice to “put up with” something.
Tolerance whispers of the ethnocentric hope that the other will see the error of their ways and conform…one only has to wait long enough…one only has to practice tolerance for the shit others do.
No, I don’t need your tolerance.
I prefer that you set it aside...
…shove it out of the way…and reveal the path to respect.
Because I am.
This bitch is.
Not by mistake or misfortune, but by grace.