Op-Ed: Can Somebody Please Fucking Offend Me?


As a student of Barnard College, I don’t pay nearly $70,000 a year to go more than a week without being offended.

Could you do me a favor and write an extensive Facebook post about the hypocrisy of white feminism? Retweet a Fox News segment discrediting climate change? Remind me that I couldn’t possibly understand real hardship because I’m just a Patagonia-wearing-white girl?

Come on! All you have to do is possibly imply that victims of sexual assault were asking for it to set me off. Is that so hard? Sure, I might overgeneralize you, or call you an ignoramus. But that’s a small price to pay to hear the invaluable social critique I’ve stolen from John Oliver.

Honestly, the least you could do is sit back and listen to me, a courtesy that all men have failed to afford women time and again throughout the history of our “great” nation—please, get me started on this, I beg of you!

The criteria is simple. For example: do you think that the media has a liberal bias? Perfect! Have you ever used the words “not all men” in a sentence? Strap yourself in! Did you write in Bernie’s name for the general election? Shut up and listen! Are you an advocate for pro-life? Boy, will I be happy to rip out your jugular!

Your role is miniscule, really. You’ll be the Chris Christie to my Donald Trump: fearing for your life in the background while I ramble about whatever the fuck I damn want. Doesn’t that sound fun? Yes? Then please, fucking offend me!

Just be forewarned that I’m on the right side of history.


 

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