Recently it came to my attention that the word “YOLO,” an acronym standing for “You Only Live Once,” has become popular with the kids (as in “Fine, I’ll do another shot - YOLO!”). I did some research and I found out that YOLO is just the tip of the iceberg in terms of hip 2012 lingo. Get ready to feel really old, because I had never heard of any of these, but apparently they’re being used everywhere:
YOLO: You Only Live Once
YOLOLO: You Only “LOL” Once
YOTROLOLOO: You Only “Trololo” Once
YOLOLO NOHOMO: You Only “LOL” Once, and I don’t mean that in the gay way
YOWO SOSOPOLOS: You Only Wear Orange So-So Polos
“You’ll never win the fashion competition. YOWO SOSOPOLOS.”
YOWO SOSOPOLOS SOHOMO: You Only Wear Orange So-So Polos, and I do mean that in a very gay way
“You’ll never win the fashion competition, sweetbuns. YOWO SOSOPOLOS SOHOMO.”
YOYOKO ONOSOCO: You’re Only Yoko Ono, So Chill Out
“You don’t have to create world peace by yourself. YOYOKO ONOSOCO.” (Must be spoken only to Yoko Ono)
YOHOHOHO BOSODOCOCOA: You Only “HoHoHo” But Once, So Drink Our Cocoa (Must be spoken only to Santa Claus)
YOLOMOFO HELLOMOTO: You Only Live Once, Motherfucker (Must be spoken only by Samuel L. Jackson in a Motorola commercial)
YOYOYO OSO YOYOSOLO OWO LOCO PO-PO: You Only Yo-Yo Once, So Yo-Yo Solo, Obviously Without Crazy Police Officers
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it makes me really sad because you would think people would get it because everyone has things they don’t like about themselves but they don’t get it, they splash my hair or otherwise fuck with it in spite of my protests and they don’t care that i spend the majority of my morning trying to make it at least somewhat presentable if that but i can’t and it always looks like shit
or i will walk outside and the stupid stupid wind will bloooow it all over the place
or i will simply look to the left and right, and my hair will suddenly entangle itself and slowly but surely form a birds nest
a keep a comb all day to prevent that shit right there
and then people laugh when i say i don’t like being in the sun because i get tanned and i’m already pretty darn naturally tan enough
you know what sucks? what reaaaally sucks?
is how people are so damn comfortable with making stupid ass black jokes
i know i’m not ugly, i know that my skin is beautiful no matter how dark the shade
but my god how ugly it makes me feel when just ALL THE FUCKING TIME everyone feels the need to poke fun at me for being black as if it’s a bad thing
it’s bad enough people perceive me as an “oreo” (which IS a derogatory term, btw; i have never been offended by the word, “nigger,” but “oreo” is just horrid. i’ve been working on an essay on why it’s so horrid, actually, and why the fact that sooo many people see being called “white on the inside” as a compliment is only damaging to the pursuit of true equality, but i digress), and apparently the “whiteness” of my personality just gives people the idea that it’s okay to be openly racist towards me. i’m not REALLY black, after all. i’m a white girl in a black girl’s body.
do you know what people have confessed to me?
the people who call themselves my friends have told me that they’re afraid of black people. that they walk on the opposite sides of the hallways just to avoid them when a black guy walks by. that they hate black people and think they’re scary and intimidating and annoying. that they’re stupid, like monkeys. that they’re ugly. they have big noses and lips and they are dark. sometimes when a black person approaches them, they get scared and think they’ll beat them. these aren’t jokes, these are legitimate opinions— and i get this all the time, even from people i’ve just met. (“wow, you’re really quiet. most black people are loud/scary/loud and scary.” i just got that yesterday twice actually.)
these are all comments i’d expect to hear during 1950s, not 2000s.
and people openly tell ME this. a black person. as if i am not black.
i’m not the only one either— my brother and my mom and my dad have all experienced this too, people saw them all as “oreos” and thought “hey, here’s a black person i don’t have to be afraid of!”
god i don’t think people know how much that fucking hurts
it hurts because that’s how people see me, that’s how my friends see me
a big ugly black person, intimidating and stupid and aggressive and angry
so yeah
maybe sometimes, i can’t help it feeling ugly
i know i’m not, but when all people see when they look at me is ugliness, sometimes i can’t help but feel i am too
and i feel sooooo ugly right now
okay
done complaining
time for a nap or something
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because all of you are petty little backstabbing hipsters who believe anyone and everyone who doesn’t conform to your standards of nonconformity are “preps” (really? are we in middle school?). you have one consciousness, a hivemind if you will, and who one of you hates you all instantly hate. you have skewed ideas of what is appropriate and inappropriate behavior (i still wince when i think of the ketchup fight had at mcdonalds; two year olds throw their food, not juniors and sophomores). you’re juvenile. gossips. pushy.
you dress in rainbows and so thoroughly decorate your arms with hand-made friendship bracelets and silly bands that one would be hardpressed to find a visible spot of skin. you constantly remark on how “chill” you are, how you don’t judge, don’t care, it’s all good. you’re all the very manifestations of love and tolerance and uniqueness (oh, how unique we must be; many times you’ve all done something stupidly different with the justification of, “weird people are the cool people!” nope, not necessarily, my dear scenie weenies), or at least so you want people to believe, anyways.
my name is Samara and i like singing out loud, and also sometimes drawing stuff. i <3 my doggy and um i think i'm pretty chill :)
