An essay on how avoiding a word can be a way to avoid looking at oppression
White supremacy is why we can’t have nice things. Seriously, though, thank you for talking about things that no one wants to talk about. A number of years ago I realized how much of my childhood and teen language revolved around calling each other insults that were far too often different labels for disabled people. Or mentally ill people. Or really anyone not fitting a ridiculously narrow definition of “normal.” The more you dig at this stuff the more you realize it’s like tar coating over everything. Here’s hoping we are at least doing better.