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 best mate is deaf
I refer to him as my only cyborg friend because thanks to the NHS he has a little black box that attaches to a matrix-style implanted port behind one of his ears that effectively turns his skull into a soundbox, and allows him to hear. Now you'll never hear him complain about it or ask for any special treatment because of it, except once. He was in front of the main stage at Glastonbury and bursting for a piss, so he jumped over into the disabled arena where they park the wheelchairs, and have special disabled toilets. Confronted by a security guard, he explained that he needed a quiet place to change the batteries on his implant. The guard waved him right through.
Gotta love him, the big deaf twat.
( , Tue 27 Nov 2007, 5:38, Reply)
I refer to him as my only cyborg friend because thanks to the NHS he has a little black box that attaches to a matrix-style implanted port behind one of his ears that effectively turns his skull into a soundbox, and allows him to hear. Now you'll never hear him complain about it or ask for any special treatment because of it, except once. He was in front of the main stage at Glastonbury and bursting for a piss, so he jumped over into the disabled arena where they park the wheelchairs, and have special disabled toilets. Confronted by a security guard, he explained that he needed a quiet place to change the batteries on his implant. The guard waved him right through.
Gotta love him, the big deaf twat.
( , Tue 27 Nov 2007, 5:38, Reply)
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