Happy fucking Memorial Day.

I am having a great day spending time with my sexist, ableist family! For real.

Without naming names, I do not think it is ok for ANYONE, but especially my 17-year-old brother to be playing Grand Theft Auto Four, you know, the game were you can frequent strip clubs and kill prostitutes?  Really great stuff. And no, the alternative is not to go out and kill real strippers (a joke a few of my family members made) and YES it is THAT BAD. Why aren’t people concerned about this? It’s so easy to say “it’s not that big of deal” especially if you like the game and just sort of brush over the blatant misogynistic over tones. What does it matter. Sex workers aren’t real people anyway!

And you know what I’m really sick of? People throwing around the words “retard” and “retarded” like it’s a perfectly unoffensive term. HELLO! Future special education teacher here. Look, I don’t try to pretend like I’m miss perfect here, but for shit’s sake, I heard it like 17 times over the course of dinner. My siblings are smart folks. They can come up with more creative vocabulary.

Furthermore, I hate how my siblings purposefully antagonize me. As I am very vocal about these issues, I draw a lot of attention to myself. I don’t mind an actual intellectual discussion. But, christ on a cracker, as a die-hard atheist, I don’t make fun of my siblings’ affinity for a magical sky father on a regular basis. Though I would dearly love to.

It really makes me insane.

AH!!