Political Correctness Gone MadFreddy 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 non-pc "I'm going to Hull" moment.I've just come back from travelling across Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam, taking in the sights, smells and sounds. And massages. Lots of massages. They're only about £2 for an entire hour out there. Bargain.
When in Phnom Penh, I decided to do something slightly different, and go to the "Seeing Hands" massage parlour. It's part of a charity set up to give employment to disabled Cambodians: in this case, the blind. They're trained in massage, earn relatively good money, and each have a non-blind or only partially-blind helper to guide them to and from work, bring in the next client etc.
I was slightly disconcerted to be getting an Abu-Hamza lookalike (minus the hook) for my massage, but shrugged it off. They obviously just don't have the same screaming paranoia about women only being treated by other women that we have succumbed to in the west.
Thing is, he didn't have any eyes. At all. Just scarred sockets (reading up on the place afterwards, it turns out that an awful lot of Cambodians lose their eyes in landmine accidents - they don't have to have stood on the thing, but the sheer amount of earth that's chucked up into the air means that a lot of debris can be driven into a bystander's face at extreme speed, destroying the eyeballs). However, the massage was good, my weary joints were being twisted into new and interesting shapes, and I was feeling nice and relaxed. Until he started on my bum. No pussyfooting around, he just grabbed a buttock in each hand and started squeezing, like a mong with two melons. It did feel good, but my inate Britishness was sitting up in my head, saying "erm...is this...ok? I mean, is he meant to be doing this?". Then he started slapping my arsecheeks. And then a bit more squeezing.
After a few minutes I just thought "Fuck it, it's probably fine, and it does feel nice. Anyway, it's not like I'm every going to see him again..."
And then I mentally added "And it's not like he's EVER going to see me..."
Realised what I'd just said to myself, and realised that there's a little bit of Hull set aside just for me.
(, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:10, 3 replies)
I was going to make a commentabout the kinds of 'massage' you would get over there, then I realised you were a girl and got confused because you're called BobFossil.
Is Bob short for Kate? Or the other way round?
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:16,
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Kate?Nope, my name is nothing like Kate. But I am a woman.
I have the username "BobFossil" because he's my style icon. And possibly the best dancer in the whole damn world.
(, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:56, closed)
Let me explainI think you missed this reference!
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 12:08,
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