the phrase that every poc parent says to their kid to make them physically obstruct the concept of their body and stop crying after having the black smacked off of them.
parent: hits kid
kid: cries from pain parent: stop crying before i give you something to cry about
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.