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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Pollitically Correctness
The bane of my working life. This will be a long one as I'm going to fit in several instances at once. First, Don.
I've mentioned him before - my PFY at a large insurance company. Young, black and a thoroughly nice chap - even if he couldn't handle his drink. (Look up Don the Pigsticker story.)
So this one day, we're in the canteen when my pager went off. A server had gone tits-up in another site across town. No biggy as we running clusters but needed a kick.
"Don - can you go across town and reboot LD02" I said.
"Why me? Is it 'cos I is black?" says Don, hamming up a black accent.
"Yes it's 'cos you is black - now move your arse" and off he toddled.
20 minutes later security arrives at my desk and asks me to clear my desk. Someone had overheard our exchange downstairs and had reported me to the HR Harpies and they'd let loose the attack dogs.
So, as I'm packing my stuff, Don arrives and asks what’s going on.
"Been sacked mate. For calling you black. Racist apparently"
Don went mental.
"Don't move. Don't you fucking move until I get back" and he went haring off into HR. Once there he went apeshit with HR insisting that he was the one who would decide if someone had been racist towards him not some busybody in the fucking canteen. Result, an apology from HR and forget about firing me.
Episode 2 was the time I was dragged in front of HR for saying that someone, an admin girl, had the technical ability of a biscuit. She did. She couldn't even use e-mail but wanted a job with my team as a sys-admin. As she was an admin assistant, she thought that she had the skills. Me saying she had the technical ability of a biscuit was, apparently, racist.
Episode 3 was my fault. I was drunk. After a long evening drinking in the company bar on the top floor of the building, I defaced all the posters I could find. They used to say:
ARE YOU BEING SEXUALLY HARRASSED AT WORK. IF SO, CALL xxxxxxxxxx
They now read:
ARE YOU BEING SEXUALLY HARRASED AT WORK, IF NOT, WHY NOT - YOU UGLY?
Cheers
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 1:40, 1 reply)
The bane of my working life. This will be a long one as I'm going to fit in several instances at once. First, Don.
I've mentioned him before - my PFY at a large insurance company. Young, black and a thoroughly nice chap - even if he couldn't handle his drink. (Look up Don the Pigsticker story.)
So this one day, we're in the canteen when my pager went off. A server had gone tits-up in another site across town. No biggy as we running clusters but needed a kick.
"Don - can you go across town and reboot LD02" I said.
"Why me? Is it 'cos I is black?" says Don, hamming up a black accent.
"Yes it's 'cos you is black - now move your arse" and off he toddled.
20 minutes later security arrives at my desk and asks me to clear my desk. Someone had overheard our exchange downstairs and had reported me to the HR Harpies and they'd let loose the attack dogs.
So, as I'm packing my stuff, Don arrives and asks what’s going on.
"Been sacked mate. For calling you black. Racist apparently"
Don went mental.
"Don't move. Don't you fucking move until I get back" and he went haring off into HR. Once there he went apeshit with HR insisting that he was the one who would decide if someone had been racist towards him not some busybody in the fucking canteen. Result, an apology from HR and forget about firing me.
Episode 2 was the time I was dragged in front of HR for saying that someone, an admin girl, had the technical ability of a biscuit. She did. She couldn't even use e-mail but wanted a job with my team as a sys-admin. As she was an admin assistant, she thought that she had the skills. Me saying she had the technical ability of a biscuit was, apparently, racist.
Episode 3 was my fault. I was drunk. After a long evening drinking in the company bar on the top floor of the building, I defaced all the posters I could find. They used to say:
ARE YOU BEING SEXUALLY HARRASSED AT WORK. IF SO, CALL xxxxxxxxxx
They now read:
ARE YOU BEING SEXUALLY HARRASED AT WORK, IF NOT, WHY NOT - YOU UGLY?
Cheers
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 1:40, 1 reply)
Garabaldi-fanny?
you forgot to mention that Biscuit was moonlighting in some rather nasty homemade pron - didn't you give this to HR or just the whole company when you left?
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 11:27, closed)
you forgot to mention that Biscuit was moonlighting in some rather nasty homemade pron - didn't you give this to HR or just the whole company when you left?
( , Fri 23 Nov 2007, 11:27, closed)
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