Thursday, June 17, 2010

Another Minority Fail

By no means is it my intent to sound racist with what I'm about to say. Here's my question: who best can talk about a race than a member of that race? No one, I think. So, I'm going to sit on that logic and ride it for a few moments. I love greetings cards. I've even applied for jobs at greeting card companies several times (ahem-American Greetings-thanks for nothing) . My absolute two favorite types of cards are romantic cards and humorous cards. What can I say? I am an equal  fan of love and laughter.

Several times, when trying to pick out a funny card, I've chosen a card featuring the characters Hoops and Yoyo.  If you don't know them or what they are, I really can't help you. One of the characters is pink, and the other is green. They are either bunnies, cats, wallabies. Wallabies may sound like a stretch, but they do sort of look like they could have come from an episode of Rocko's Modern Life (remember that Nickelodeon cartoon that was out in the 90s?).

Whatever they are, Hoops and Yoyo are featured on many hilarious Hallmark cards. They sing. They ramble. They are awesome. They're racist. That last one isn't according to me. That descriptor is courtesy of the good old NAACP. I stumbled upon this article where NAACP members have demanded Hallmark  to recall the card. Much to my chagrin, Hallmark did. It's one thing to be racist, but to be accused of racism and it not be true is a whole different pill to swallow. The elder ears of the NAACP claim that Hoops and Yoyo warn the reader to beware of "ominous black whores."

Do you not see the masses of African American booty cheeks and scantily clad women in come-hither poses sprawled across the front of the card? NO? Keep looking. Still don't see it? Good, because IT'S NOT THERE! What is there and what is heard is language describing the world. (Gasp!) Could Hoops and Yoyo really be saying "black holes?" That would make too much sense in a graduation card advising recent graduates about the perils of the world.

Come on! Maybe if the NAACP members didn't look like they had what I would like to call possibly tainted elder hearing, maybe I'd be less irritated. Am I saying that all elderly people have hearing problems? No. Heaven forbid someone from the NAACP happen to read my unknown blog and hit me with a  racist/ageist combo. But you'll never know, especially since it looks like they have nothing better to do.

The NAACP wants an apology. They owe Hallmark an apology! Can we actually have real racist grievances? All I'm saying is this: My fellow African-Americans, no one is going to believe us if we constantly cry wolf.

We all know how well that ended up for that poor kid. What was the moral of that story? Keep playing around like an ass, and your ass will get eaten. Personally, I'm not one for being digested. That course of action always ends with a load of (well...you know).

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