You seem very passionate about this. But I just can't take the world that seriously. I can't think of many stereotypes that don't have at least some truth to them, even some of the ugliest that make us feel ashamed. Those of us that are in respective groups often joke about those very same stereotypes that are applied to us when amongst each other. I guess my biggest gripe these days is that everyone wants to tell me when I should be offended. Then if I am not offended, they want to "educate" me. Its become a bizarre world in a lot of ways. I still find humor in it though. I guess its funny to me that so many white people think they know what offends black people these days. Don't get me wrong, you can ALWAYS find someone who is offended by anything. But what we should be asking ourselves is, at what point did we decide we wanted a society that no one would be offended by anything ever? Thats not realistic, and quite frankly it makes for a dull world IMO. We are becoming an overly PC country just to avoid offending a very very small minority of people.
You completely and totally miss the point.
You think by making jokes like this, you're keeping people in good spirits and helping keep people strong.
When in fact, I think you are doing the opposite. And I think that by insisting to do so, and getting butt-hurt at others asking you to stop, you do nothing but show your own fragility.
Ever see your child pretend to laugh along at a racist joke against her ancestry because people assumed she was white? I have. Do you think that made her stronger? No, I think it made her feel vulnerable, judged, and afraid. Do you think she thought that guy was strong and just laughing? No, she thought he was a racist ******* but she was afraid to speak up. So I spoke up for her. He said exactly what you are saying - "I was just joking" and "you shouldn't be so fragile." He kept making jokes, laughing at my daughter, now in tears.
So I invited him to take it outside. He looked at all of his friends and laughed at me. So I invited to them all to come outside with him.
You can leave it to your own imagination to decide who turned out to be fragile. I didn't have a hand laid on me, and I didn't hit any of them, but several of them did end up on the ground bleeding. The rest ran away like the fragile cowards they were. You know what I said as I walked away? "I hope you're not hurt, I was just joking."
My daughter now is unafraid to speak her truth and unafraid to call out "I was just joking" for the bull**** it is. She is very much the opposite of fragile - that's why she speaks out.