I am done with labels. Black. White. Gay. Straight. Bi. Illegal. Lib. Con. Hipster. PC.
Hipster really takes the cake. No one calls themselves a hipster, but if you ask people who don't like hipsters, they certainly exist. And what makes someone a hipster? Well it's someone who does something I don't. They tinker. They ride bicycles. They build bicycles. They make jam.
We used to call that having a hobby.
Ridiculous, and unfair, and just the same as other labels: make up a word, then point at people to define the word. Even now, if you have white and black parents, you are black. If you have black and Asian (another label) parents, you are black. White and Asian parents? Eh, pick one. Your call.
I would like 2015 to be the year without labels, and I would like to find a way to promote this idea. In the past I have naively hoped that just dropping an idea down in some social media format would take it everywhere, but so far it hasn't.
So I'm asking my new @ello friends to think about being the loudspeaker, taking the idea up and spreading it to others.
A year without labels. I am not white, but I have a white experience. I am not male but I have a male experience.
Here we go: If you ever think of yourself as being fat, say instead: I am not fat. I have fat.
Many of us can relate to that difference, and then perhaps we can relate to how we talk to others.
When you use a label, stop. Look beyond it. Don't be lazy (my least favorite label).
2015 No labels. Let's see where this goes.