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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It was me!
When I worked for the aforementioned American blue chip corporation, I visited one of the manufacturing sites in the Forest of Dean, around 1995. Talk about culture clash.
I was 6 foot 4 smartly dressed, all metropolitan and fresh out of minority awareness training. They were all short stocky black haired “foresters” with the same moustache.
My first day on the shop floor, a women office worker walked passed, and one of the fellas screams at the top of his voice “I CAN SMELL YOUR SCRAT”.
My later suggestion, during a team meeting, that scrat smelling be avoided in the work place, instantly labeled me as some sort of PC weirdo who had no business working with real men.
Hooray for Gloucestershire!
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 17:21, Reply)
When I worked for the aforementioned American blue chip corporation, I visited one of the manufacturing sites in the Forest of Dean, around 1995. Talk about culture clash.
I was 6 foot 4 smartly dressed, all metropolitan and fresh out of minority awareness training. They were all short stocky black haired “foresters” with the same moustache.
My first day on the shop floor, a women office worker walked passed, and one of the fellas screams at the top of his voice “I CAN SMELL YOUR SCRAT”.
My later suggestion, during a team meeting, that scrat smelling be avoided in the work place, instantly labeled me as some sort of PC weirdo who had no business working with real men.
Hooray for Gloucestershire!
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 17:21, Reply)
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