> 󠀠>meet up at brewery with some wipipo, some familiarity but don't know them too well > 󠀠>menu features a rooster mascott and several beers with "cock" in the name > 󠀠>cocktoberfest beer, big cock, stuff like that > 󠀠>overhear skinny, long-bearded man who looks like a smuggie saying how he loves the cock puns > 󠀠>order a beer with a name that isn't overtly homosexual > 󠀠>still comes in a stemmed glass > 󠀠>waiter (friend of one of our group): "how is the food tasting?" > 󠀠>us: good > 󠀠>waiter "gucci" > 󠀠>*okay faggot* in thoughts marquee > 󠀠>look around, 100% white people enjoying this shit > 󠀠>after dinner we go to an art installment > 󠀠>stripped down old brick building, pretty cool > 󠀠>watch video of slam poem/rap about race issues > 󠀠>other part of that installment is newspaper clippings about past race riots in current city and clippings about Donald Trump winning election > 󠀠>walk through installment about refugee stories > 󠀠>it's just blurry, out-of-focus photos with long tearjerker stories next to them > 󠀠>more nigger art, basically only black artists in this installment > 󠀠>in spite of this, i hang out and meet a few new people of my own race who are cool, network, and increase my social standing and professional prospects > 󠀠>in fact, most of the people i encountered in this bizarre setting were white > 󠀠>this kind of bullshit is a totally normal part of my daily life What is wrong with us, poal? I feel like I'm having the smart nigger moment where I realize that no matter what I do 90% of my race are still going to be savages.