Person 1:
Hey, what the
hell do you think you're doing?
Person
2: Hm?
P 1: I saw that, and I'm not going to take it quietly, for your information.
P
2: I'm
sorry?
P 1: Yeah, I'll make you
sorry. You looked at me. As a woman of size, I know that only means one thing - you're fat shaming me!
P
2: Uhhh... No, I...
P 1: Not only that, but I have problems with my hips because of my big, beautiful, healthy size, so you're also being a filthy ableist.
P 2: Huh? What's an ableist?
P 1: Look at you, standing there in all your white male heteronormativity, judging me silently with your eyes. I'll have you know that my great-great-grandmother on my
father's side was half Cherokee.
P 2: Uh, that's
cool...
P 1: No, that is not "
cool". You don't get to tell me that's "
cool" and fetishize me as an Indigenous person of color when you are a colonizing occupier on this, my sacred tribal land!!
P 2: Look, I think you are misunderstanding this whole thing...
P 1: "You"? "YOU"??? My pronouns most pointedly do not include the word "you"!! That is a form of gendered violence against me. And don't dare tell me it's not, because I have a Master's degree in Critical Theory and I'm wise to every single microaggression coming off of your hateful, oppressive person. Now get out of here before I call the
police!
P 2. Okay, okay fine. Just finish making the latte I ordered and I'll take it to go.