“The exchange before the guy punched me in the face was simple: he screamed something to the effect of my costume being racist, and I responded with the kind of shitty teen explanation that makes you wonder why doctors don’t devote all of science to discovering a cure for teenager.”
“I was “White Trash.” Get it? Of course you do. It’s ironic racism, as portrayed by an 18-year-old, middle class, Jewish girl.”
“None of the people I was with saw a problem with the costume either…”
“Now, the question about whether or not I deserved it: No, I didn’t deserve to be punched in the face, but then again, it’s also not easy to explain why I was punched in the face without wincing. Let’s call it a push. But just to be sure, heed this warning tonight: Do not dress up like a Mexican in a sombrero carrying a bag of oranges. Don’t wear blackface for any reason, dress like a Native American even if you’re part of the Village People, or put on a Confederate flag t-shirt to dress White Trash.”
I can’t with this entitled little cunt.