Political Correctness Gone Mad
Freddy Woo writes: "I once worked on an animation to help highlight the issues homeless people face in winter. The client was happy with the work, then a note came back that the ethnic mix of the characters were wrong. These were cartoon characters. They weren't meant to be ethnically anything, but we were forced to make one of them brown, at the cost of about 10k to the charity. This is how your donations are spent. Wisely as you can see."
How has PC affected you? (Please add your own tales - not five-year-old news stories cut-and-pasted from other websites)
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 10:20)
Freddy Woo writes: "I once worked on an animation to help highlight the issues homeless people face in winter. The client was happy with the work, then a note came back that the ethnic mix of the characters were wrong. These were cartoon characters. They weren't meant to be ethnically anything, but we were forced to make one of them brown, at the cost of about 10k to the charity. This is how your donations are spent. Wisely as you can see."
How has PC affected you? (Please add your own tales - not five-year-old news stories cut-and-pasted from other websites)
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 10:20)
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Raspberry Rippled
Our office - spurred on by a huge-bosomed middle-aged woman used to collect huge wads of money for a well-known handicapped kids' charity.
For a bit of a laugh, the more cynical amongst us invented a decidedly un-PC name for our little group based on the common term of cockney rhyming slang for the youngsters we were helping.
This was all well and good as a bit of a private joke between us, right up to the moment that our chief executive told us he was so impressed with the twelve hundred quid we had raised that he had arranged a grand presentation in front of the local press, TV and a sprinkling of second division footballers.
"What's the name of your club?" asked the girl with the microphone of our silver-haired organiser.
"We're the Raspberry Ripples" she boomed, beaming with pride.
Sadly, the ground completely failed to open and swallow us up, and we were caught - literally in full glare of the spotlight - as the heartless, uncaring cruel bastards that we were.
Only the second division footballer laughed.
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 13:21, 3 replies)
Our office - spurred on by a huge-bosomed middle-aged woman used to collect huge wads of money for a well-known handicapped kids' charity.
For a bit of a laugh, the more cynical amongst us invented a decidedly un-PC name for our little group based on the common term of cockney rhyming slang for the youngsters we were helping.
This was all well and good as a bit of a private joke between us, right up to the moment that our chief executive told us he was so impressed with the twelve hundred quid we had raised that he had arranged a grand presentation in front of the local press, TV and a sprinkling of second division footballers.
"What's the name of your club?" asked the girl with the microphone of our silver-haired organiser.
"We're the Raspberry Ripples" she boomed, beaming with pride.
Sadly, the ground completely failed to open and swallow us up, and we were caught - literally in full glare of the spotlight - as the heartless, uncaring cruel bastards that we were.
Only the second division footballer laughed.
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 13:21, 3 replies)
*sniff*
I can smell pearoast =P
and sadly enough i laughed this time round as well ;)
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 17:22, closed)
I can smell pearoast =P
and sadly enough i laughed this time round as well ;)
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 17:22, closed)
I am merely following current PC attitudes
by recycling old stories
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 16:43, closed)
by recycling old stories
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 16:43, closed)
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