>>12143991I never had to demean myself with an internship in order to graduate. I never had to do some mandatory race/rape seminar bullshit, although just once, toward the end, some tertiary cunt gathered a bunch of us dorm-mates into the same room and did a thought experiment "Do you feel proud to be a member of your racial group." Happily the two next to me were two white girls. I simply indicated my intuition, that I rejected the question because I suspected that it was designed to somehow make me feel bad about being white. The tertiary cunt softly gave a benediction that the exercise was intended to "make us think". My last semester was my first true exposure to contemporary SJW as we now understand it (this was back in 2008). Amusingly in a class on immigration, a fat, un-self-conscious turbo-autist opined to the room that "really, does anyone believe that Obama will be elected?" This aroused the gasped anger of the Woke corner, consisting of their alpha, a biracial with an afro. There was also a tall white girl and some bald Korean ogress. The turbo-autist was physically disgusting to the entire room, but made for good entertainment, especially because on account of his obliviousness, he was happy to subvert the cunts. This was his grace. They had no laughter, they could not laugh. He did.
We watched Hester Street in the class, a dramatization about Jewish immigration to New York. Carol Kane or whoever is having a hard time, and is being interviewed. She will get out of her bad station in life if she just keeps quiet. This silence has comic elements, and she knows it, and the intelligent audience knows it. The only three people in the room who correctly registered the humor were the autist, this other weird mousy girl who chewed on things, and me in duct-tape sandals with socks. The woke cunts were oblivious: HOW DARE YOU. We three shared the proper laughter, which the teacher also understood, to the exclusion of the others.
