Bills. Work. Stress. The never-ending headache. Why were we in such a rush to grow up?
The Joker is coming out this weekend (October 4th), and I can't wait to see it. As I've been counting down the days to see this film, the negativity towards The Joker has been pissing me off. Surprise, surprise, the outcry is during the heat of gun violence.
Growing up as a West Indian, you don't think of your upbringing as separate. You figure everyone was raised with the same values. That everyone has the same crazy stories about their families. As I've gotten older, I've realized that is not the case. There are truly somethings that has me saying that's some West Indian shit.
It's summertime in New York City and you know what that means? Confused, eager, gawking strangers have invaded the city. Oh geez.
In the past few years, there has been an eye-opening experience for most. A shocking revelation to say the least. The outrage, the anger, the sense of confusion is something that has always bothered people of color and has always been a speaking point in some place and time, but now it's visual. Now, in the age of voyeurism, the speculation of hate is truly seen. The question is, now that there is an "acceptance of hate", how much further will it go?
In the years that's I've worked in operations as an Admin/Office Assistant, I've seen this hierarchy, a totem pole of sorts of office politics that I've always noticed, but has now turned into dread starting with the number one culprit: Respect.
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