Let’s talk about “cultural appropriation” shall we? Or at least, let’s make fun of the severely traumatized in society who quite loudly give a fuck…you know who I’m talking about.

So me…apparently I am only allowed to wear the native clothing associated with mid-century Polish and Ukrainians (have you seen that goofy shit?), a Scottish tartan and/or whatever they wore in the UK during WW2. Because, um, well, that’s my lineage and based on “cultural appropriation” I can’t really “appropriate” anyone else’s clothing because that’s an inherent part of their culture and because it, um, it…um…because it’s just wrong dammit!!

No, I have no idea why it’s wrong.

The point is that there is a thing called freedom of expression that we all—WE ALL—should be thinking about when we see things we may not agree with or even like. We can certainly voice our opinion “Hey girl! That’s some fucked up shit!” but the next thing we say we shouldn’t EVER be “…and you aren’t allowed to wear/show/say that because it offends me.”

Christ on a cracker! There is no possible way to separate the gazillion influences that mass migrations and the various immigration events (think the Ottoman, Irish, Cuban, Hispanic and other waves) globally that have occurred in the last 5,000 years, all of which have subtly and not so subtly changed fashion and what people wear…the tattoos they get…the makeup they put on….but even that is beside the point.

The point is that no one has the right to infringe the freedom of expression of another human being unless, by that expression, the other person is infringing someone else’s rights.


You don’t like what someone is wearing/saying/expressing? Awesome, great, brilliant!! Go protest, scream, cry, organize a boycott of their Instagram account, whatever but please, PLEASE! Shut the fuck up about their right to wear/say/express themselves.

Get over it.

Except maybe those new age wonders that end every conversation with “Namaste”…if they are not, in fact, a verifiable, 95 year old Indian Yogi then they really need to STFU.

Believe. Go. Do.


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