Let’s talk about a class that I took.
It was my final semester before graduation. I’ve finished all of my core classes but still needed a few more credits before I could be officially done with it all. As a result, I picked some classes that I thought would be interesting to take. One of these classes was called “Activist Rhetoric.”
I honestly should’ve known better, but the class was taught by one of my favorite professors, so I figured it wouldn’t be that bad.
The first person I see when I walk into the classroom is T, the girl from my previous post. That was my first red flag that I wasn’t going to enjoy this class, but I still held onto some hope.
That was very stupid of me.
At first, the class wasn’t that bad. We had some discussions where it looked like everyone was genuinely interested in real activism instead of Tumblr SJW bullshit, but that quickly fell apart. Within that semester, the professor and the other students had:
-Supported self-diagnosis, claiming that “you know you have a specific mental illness/disorder when you can feel it” (in other words: no facts, only feels).
-Claimed the media only reports black-on-black crimes and underreports white-on-black crimes (I actually muttered “What?” under my breath because of how dumbfuck retarded this statement was).
-Supported Black Lives Matter.
-Criticized a video that promoted love between people of different races/ages/beliefs/sexualities for not having visible transgendered people (what the hell do you want them to do? Where giant signs that say, “YES, I AM TRANSGENDERED!”?)
-Criticized another video that made fun of first world problems like complaining about pickles in your burger or that your charger is too far away when there are real problems like people not getting clean water. You should’ve heard the bitching and moaning of “Just because they’re not life-threatening problems, that doesn’t mean they’re not important!” from these brats who have never stepped foot in an impoverished country in their entire lives.
-Claimed that using internet memes in the name of activism was a good idea (not as bad as the other examples, but this moment was still pretty stupid).
But by far, my favorite moment was when the professor decided to stray off the syllabus and talk about Beyonce’s “Formation” video and how fucking amazing and perfect Beyonce is. This bullfuckery lasted for almost two weeks (the class was only taught two days in a week) and it resulted in us watching a shitty SNL skit that made fun of people who didn’t like Beyonce’s song. As it turned out, everyone in that class was a rabid Beyonce fan, so I made sure to keep my mouth shut and not say a word about me disliking her music.
Needless to say, I am so glad I’m done with this class. It’s sad, really. I had a lot of respect for this particular professor, but now I’m not so sure anymore.