Why I’m Bad at Being Brown – Reason #1248

…Because I wasn’t offended by this piece of performance art:

In case it’s not clear what going on there, here’s the sitch. Swedish artist Makode Linde wanted to make a statement about female circumcision. So he made a body out of red velvet cake, situated himself as the head and screamed when people cut into it.

Lots of people were upset at the caricaturish cake lady and called the piece racist.

But honestly, I was too bothered by the concept of eating a screaming cake to be offended. Also a little bummed that I have to think about bloody, tattered labia whenever I cut into some Heaven-sent red velvet.

(And now you will, too!)

Mmmmm, oppression.
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And it did give me another reason to believe that I’m definitely not an RBP  because I couldn’t possibly be descended from people who would go through this. Not because having your twat cut off or sewn up would make it difficult to procreate and thus decrease the likelihood that The Oreo Experience would ever spring forth from your horribly abused loins. Rather because I am way too much of a pussy to be the owner of genes that could endure the rights of passage that brown people the world over seem to be able to handle.

I’ve talked about my shameful love of reality TV on the blog before. Currently, I’ve moved on from Housewives and Models though and am dealing with darker shows… Intervention, Taboo, Chopped.

For those who haven’t seen Taboo, here’s the sitch. It’s a show that looks at other societies doing things that we in the West would typically find objectionable. Things like building your house on top of a grave, drinking piss for fun and hurting yourself in the name of becoming a man or woman. Just look at some of this stuff!!

Here’s a kid willfully sticking his hands into gloves filled with thousands of poisonous, angry ants. He’ll have to do this 18 more times to win at being a man.

Here’s a kid spending a coupla hours get cut all over with razors.

Here’s a dude who’s not Jesus willingly letting himself get crucified.

Fuck!
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And here’s a lady breastfeeding a pig.

Not as painful, but still....no thank you.

I’m such a wimp about pain that I passed out when my friend broke their toe. If anyone ever tried to do any of the above things to me, I would die instantly. Seriously, if I were a tribal dude and someone was like “okay, well, time to cut all your skin off so you can prove you’re a man.” I’d be like “Wait, what? Ohhhh, no, I’m not a boy, this is just a long clit.” Then they’d be like “okay, let’s cut it off then, so you can stay the pure woman you are and let this pig suckle from your bosom.” And then I’d just kill myself.

I know the Romans and Gaels and Saxons did effed up shiz to human bodies, too…but at least they had the good sense not to do it to themselves! Not saying my first choice for a Tuesday night would be to watch a torture party in the Coliseum, but at least I’d be able to keep my privates.

A friend did mention to me recently that the West’s lack of truly challenging rights of passage might be contributing to certain social ills (basically the super indulgent “why me ennui” that so many folks seem to be afflicted with when the only thing wrong with their lives is that they don’t have their dream job at 23). What do you think? Do we need to bring back more intense ways of letting people belong to the tribe? Let us know in the comments!

Oh, and if your answer to the above question is “yes,” do me a favor and give me a running start, m’kay?

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12 comments

      1. Can’t remember. The one where the Klingon leader thought his people were being attacked (Dove of Peace?). Hubby caught something online/YouTube and said it was a “would-have been” episode of Gene Rodenberry if the newtork had kept it. EVERYONE did a great job with the acting!

  1. I feel you but did she really have to paint the Mardis Gras mask on. And yes, it really does ruin red velvet cake for me.

  2. Ah, you can never go wrong with clitoridectomy humor. Add a little blackface (it’s retro!) and you’ve got yourself a hopping party.

  3. “Why I’m Bad at Being Brown”….I think in these cases it has nothing to do with being brown, but everything to do with “Why I’m Bad at not liking tribal mutilation” Trust me, if this is what was required to be a black man, a lot of us would be voted off the island and sporting the new bleach white look. Like I said, not a black or white thing, it’s you must be crazy thang!

  4. Breast feeding a pig..(?) Tori Amos already pulled that on one of her CD covers years ago but she did it to shock people.. Why is this woman doing it..(?) Nevermind….I do not want to know!!!

    1. Haha! Love me some Tori!

      The woman is part of a tribe where pigs are very precious and treated as currency. They’re a huge part of their lives and economy, so they’ll do anything to make sure they’re comfortable. Anything.

      1. Well I shall have to give a general disaproval of such activities and advice the young lady that baby pigs prefer to lay in lots of mud while breast feeding from their own mother while nibbling on corn husks…at least that’s what the last baby pig I spoke to recently told me..but the little pig had been drinking and was upset over a recent breakup so we may never know the truth..

        Oh…again…please move to Atlanta…(!).. 🙂 let me know when ya get here…

        Thanks

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