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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In the Mid 80s my first job was working behind a Post Office counter in Bow East London which at the time was inhabited by many arty types and the right on donkey jacket clad lefty brigade. Most of my day would be spent stamping and paying out the endless stream of Giro cheques presented to me. One cropped hair aggressive looking lady with the unassuming Gaelic surname of 'McManus' would regularly prod her Giro under the counter at me demanding payment. I would ask for the usual ID and the money would be dished out pronto. Then came the day the Giro was thrust at me and the name on top had changed to 'McWomanus Sunflower.' I declined to ask for ID.
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 22:59, Reply)
In the Mid 80s my first job was working behind a Post Office counter in Bow East London which at the time was inhabited by many arty types and the right on donkey jacket clad lefty brigade. Most of my day would be spent stamping and paying out the endless stream of Giro cheques presented to me. One cropped hair aggressive looking lady with the unassuming Gaelic surname of 'McManus' would regularly prod her Giro under the counter at me demanding payment. I would ask for the usual ID and the money would be dished out pronto. Then came the day the Giro was thrust at me and the name on top had changed to 'McWomanus Sunflower.' I declined to ask for ID.
( , Thu 22 Nov 2007, 22:59, Reply)
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