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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My mom had another great idea as usual...
...and one day her idea was to get the whole family to come down to the mall (relatives and everything) and we would get a family portrait. We were all forced to wear the same color clothing (light blue) and we drove down to the mall together. My mom also decided that it would be a good idea to bring our dog, Lucky. Now, Lucky is a small dog, about 14 pounds, and she is white as snow until she starts rolling around in her own shit. But this day she was white as snow. So we walk in, and my dad is holding Lucky, and my mom + sisters go to talk to the camera-lady, so my dad and I are walking around. An african-american security guard walks up to us and tells us that you're not allowed to bring dogs in, so my dad curses about mom for a few minutes and then the security guard escorts us out. My dad and I look over at the black security officer and realize that his nametag says that his name is "Mr.White" we both chuckle to ourselves for a while until Mr. White asks what the dog's name is. My dad says, without hesitation "The dog's name is Blacky" and we both start cracking up.
Since we were up in Maryland where my mom's parents live, the security guard was so stupid that he didn't get the joke, and neither of us would explain it to him. What a great day.
( , Sun 25 Nov 2007, 20:55, Reply)
...and one day her idea was to get the whole family to come down to the mall (relatives and everything) and we would get a family portrait. We were all forced to wear the same color clothing (light blue) and we drove down to the mall together. My mom also decided that it would be a good idea to bring our dog, Lucky. Now, Lucky is a small dog, about 14 pounds, and she is white as snow until she starts rolling around in her own shit. But this day she was white as snow. So we walk in, and my dad is holding Lucky, and my mom + sisters go to talk to the camera-lady, so my dad and I are walking around. An african-american security guard walks up to us and tells us that you're not allowed to bring dogs in, so my dad curses about mom for a few minutes and then the security guard escorts us out. My dad and I look over at the black security officer and realize that his nametag says that his name is "Mr.White" we both chuckle to ourselves for a while until Mr. White asks what the dog's name is. My dad says, without hesitation "The dog's name is Blacky" and we both start cracking up.
Since we were up in Maryland where my mom's parents live, the security guard was so stupid that he didn't get the joke, and neither of us would explain it to him. What a great day.
( , Sun 25 Nov 2007, 20:55, Reply)
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