I bet you’ll attend at least one. 
As for me, I won’t eat veal or at Cracker Barrell. I won’t buy diamonds. I won’t watch anything with Tom Cruise in it.
Nigger can have multiple meanings. Among black people it can be used to mean “person acting in a stupid, repulsive, or embarrassing fashion,” and there’s often a subtext of humor or affection with it. If, for instance, I say, “Nigger, please,” to one of my brothers, I would mean “What you just did or said was extremely foolish; it is just the sort of thing that white racists accuse us of doing all the time. Stop it right now.”
From a white person it’s an insult. It is an attempt to call back a time in which racism was commonly accepted in the public sphere, in which a 40-year-old black man would have to call a 12-year-old white boy Sir and that boy would call the black man old enough to be his father Boy. It’s automatically an insult and provocation.
I understand all that; it just strikes me that young black people must have a hard time making the distinction. It really doesn’t bother me all that much; the guys I mentioned previously enjoyed a camaraderie that I envied; I used to wish I could be part of such a group.
I’ve lived in South Georgia since '84 and have still not read or seen “Gone With The Wind”. I have seen “King Kong” which featured a wall that was burned in GWTW.
I might read it while I eat my Chick-fil-A in the fundie church. 
Out of sheer principle, I refuse to shop at Kohls as long as they are selling rags “designed”, modelled, and endorsed by Britney Spears. As if she actually had a hand in it! Sheer lies! Also, a poor role model for the young, and basically a blatant money-grubbing enterprise launched by her handlers. I would also boycott the Elizabeth Arden company for flogging BS’ many varieties of stink juice, but since EA also makes one of the few perfumes I can wear, well, I’ll just have to overlook it.
Some of the white guys I know call each other “dude” or some variant thereof. Some Latinos I know call each other “chica/chicos” (I may have spelled that wrong, sorry). Most groups have an in-group nickname outsiders don’t (shouldn’t?) use. I do sometimes wish Nigger could be replaced with a word that has a little less …history, but I don’t think I’m going to get that wish granted.
Thought of one more. I will not discuss politics while in a bar. There’s simply no profit in it. From my experience, the ones who insist on talking politics in bars have some sort of chip on their shoulder and are just waiting for some poor shlub to come along and drone on and on and on about their own idiotic point of view, if not actually bait you into some sort of weird argument. It happens a lot in Thailand, and it’s especially galling if you’re in the middle of watching a live lesbian sex show and the guy next to you suddenly leans over to ask what you think of this or that political issue. Fuck off, guy! Can’t you see I’m busy?
But even in a normal bar situation, I just tell the guy I don’t go to bars to talk politics. If his ignorant left-wing politics aren’t aimed specifically at ruining my night, then his ignorant right-wing politics are.
I don’t wear high-maintenance girly clothes. No heels, lace, ruffles, stockings, bows, random drapey bits, or clutch purses with room for one lipstick that falls out if you hold it wrong. Even a skirt feels like selling out unless the temperature is triple digits.
These fashions always strike me as a way to advertise how weak and useless the ideal female body is. Who cares if your outfit works at cross-purposes to your every move? If it’s worth doing it’s worth being cute enough to snare a man to do it for you.
Also: use the word “empower”. If someone else had to empower you it’s not really you that has the power, now is it?
A thousand apologies, I didn’t mean to imply that I thought you were American. I generally don’t assume that, because it’s so damn boring when people do it. It was just the example of “engage, don’t disengage” that sprang to mind first. I’m not confused about the difference between personal decisions and government decisions, but your insistence that boycotts can do no good must surely be applicable to any form of boycott. Yes, mine is a personal decision and relates mostly to agricultural produce, which only forms about 1% of Israel’s exports. It’s probably not going to make any difference to anyone but me, and all it means is that I often can’t get ripe avocados. Israel is not suffering, I am. I get that. However me personally refusing to visit a sex club isn’t going to bring down the porn industry either, yet I would feel morally wrong doing so, and so I won’t do it. None of the browbeating or refusal to accept that I may have made an informed and reasoned decision that has been offered on here is going to change my mind. (Not browbeating from you, by the way. Calm debate: good. Hysterically emotive fact-ignoring: bad.)
It wasn’t “absent further explanation”. I did explain that it was specific actions of the Israeli government and went to pains to make it clear that the people of Israel are as likely to be friends I haven’t yet met as anyone else.
I will now leave this to the other people who said they wouldn’t buy Israeli goods, who have seemed to remain conspicuously silent throughout.
I also won’t cross a picket line.
Won’t cross a picket line.
Won’t wait longer than 15 minutes to meet someone if we are not meeting at my home. Got better things to do than hang around a bar, station, bus stop, whatever if someone can’t be bothered to show up on time.
Won’t call in sick to work unless I am genuinely sick.
Won’t throw my cigarette butts on the floor, anywhere. If there is no bin, I stub them out and carry them until I find the next bin.
I knew I forgot something!
I won’t watch a Roman Polanski film.
I won’t buy from a company whose adverts are annoying. If, as is so common to claim, the advert has done its job simply by making me remember it, I’m happy to let it stop there, and the company has gotten what they paid for.
Now, if they want the advert to *sell *me on their product, they’ll have to make one that isn’t annoying.
Not if I have anything to do with it. I’ve made it known that the minute I croak I want my body shipped to the nearest teaching hospital for up and coming doctors to practice on.
Have you a spouse, children, friends, loved ones?
Funerals are not for the person who has died; they are ritual for the sake and healing of those who are left behind to grieve.
In a slightly different vein, when my cousin was in a spinal injury unit for six months after breaking his back and becoming a paraplegic, he and the other patients called each other things like “gimp” and “chairtard” all the time. But I sure as hell wasn’t about to partake.
I thought of another one: I refuse to use GPS in my car. Which is easy to comply with, as I don’t have a unit; but if I had the means and/or opportunity to buy one I wouldn’t. I pride myself on my direction sense and navigational abilities; it is not possible for me to become lost. If I need to get somewhere I’ve never been, it only takes a minute to look up where I’m going on a map (or Google it before I leave the house). I don’t need some stinkin’ machine to narrate directions for me.
No spouse, no kids. Friends and loved ones, sure.
Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem if they were to have a gathering to help them grieve and move on. What I have a problem with is spending thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of dollars to have my body pretty upped, stuffed into a suit I’d never wear were I alive, and laid out in a box for people to view, then having that body buried or burned.
What I’ve suggested to all of them to do is to take $100 or so, buy some pizza, some booze, and some sodas, gather at one of my favorite parks, and remember the good times we had together. It’d accomplish the same thing, and save a great deal of money in the process.
Okay, Bitches, here it goes:
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Throw the First Punch. I give even the stupidest dumb-fuckers the chance to reconsider, before I scrawl my name in the cement with what’s left of his teeth.
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Pay for Sex. That’s why God invented lotion and the internet.
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Grow Up. You “Grown Ups” have done such a CrakerJack job with the world as it is today, why spoil it.
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Pay for Cable. There are commercials on cable TV. When the commercials are gone, I will pay. Until then, I’ll steal it.
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**Eat Mashed Potatoes without Gravy. ** Look, Bitch, I don’t care which political dissident gets beaten and imprisoned, or who’s teets are drying up in Africa, if you serve smashed sans gravy, #1 goes out the window.
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Make the Bed. Fuck, I’ll be there again tonight, what’s the big deal? That shit is like “Guest Towels” and “Holiday Dishes”.
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** Follow ANY Recipe Exactly. ** I am a Kitchen Magician and shit. Speak at me the name of a dish I have never cooked, in a language I don’t understand, and I’ll reply “tenfifteenminute, no delivery.”
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**Watch Friends. ** Don’t make me throw-up in your face.
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**Golf with People Whom Actually Golf. **The K-Z has golfed about 20 times in 30 years. He recently got invited to a Best-Ball with a Scratch, a -2,and a -6. Fun.
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** Anything Sandler, Stiller, Schieder, Disney, Best Buy, Target.**
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**Wear “Tighty-Whiteys”. ** Please. I am the Super Kapowzler.
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**Buy a New Car. ** Depreciation starts when you turn the key.
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**Dance. ** WANNABEs dance, while the Musicians on stage perform. I was, and with always be “with the Band.”
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Put Fruit in My Beer. (-or Drink “lite” beer).
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Forgive.
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Forget.
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** Fall in Love Again.**
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While Super’s entire post was golden, number 7 has me cracking up and I can’t stop.
I will not use “caucasian” as a synonym for “person of European descent.” It doesn’t just apply to white people, but to many shades of brown as well.
I might just be a pedantic shit, but this is my contribution.