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Jul. 4th, 2011 11:30 pm*sigh* Sometimes conversations are minefields and you don't even know it.
Hanging out with friends tonight. We started talking about the games we played as kids: Duck Duck Goose, Hot Potato, dodgeball, Red Rover, something called English Bulldog, something called Smear the Queer...
Me: That name is really disturbing to me.
Other Guy: More disturbing than randomly picking kids to beat up on?
Me: Well, it implies that it isn't random.
Other Guy: It probably wasn't.
Guy Who Played This Horrid Game: Well, yeah, I mean it was usually the small kids or the weak kids. But it didn't have anything to do with sexuality. It wasn't like we were homophobic or anything.
Hanging out with friends tonight. We started talking about the games we played as kids: Duck Duck Goose, Hot Potato, dodgeball, Red Rover, something called English Bulldog, something called Smear the Queer...
Me: That name is really disturbing to me.
Other Guy: More disturbing than randomly picking kids to beat up on?
Me: Well, it implies that it isn't random.
Other Guy: It probably wasn't.
Guy Who Played This Horrid Game: Well, yeah, I mean it was usually the small kids or the weak kids. But it didn't have anything to do with sexuality. It wasn't like we were homophobic or anything.