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Putting things in order of importance - Part 3
- Retro Sonya
- Jan 6
- 36 min read
Updated: 16 hours ago
The Problem with Building identity on envy and grievance:
Cue the synth, roll the fog machine, and hit play. 🎹🌆
If "Putting things in order of Importance" Part 1 and Part 2 were the opening tracks, this is where the cassette flips and the real song kicks in.
We already smashed the myth that your worth lives in a genetic Top 40 countdown, and we called out the culture’s weird obsession with rarity like people are Beanie Babies or limited-edition trading cards. Spoiler alert: God’s not grading humanity on hair swatches or eye palettes. He’s checking the heart, not the highlights.
Part 3 goes straight into the danger zone, where identity gets built on envy, grievance, and perpetual outrage. When everything is labeled “persecution,” the word loses its punch. There’s a big difference between getting side-eyed, teased, or left out and facing the kind of persecution that costs people their jobs, their freedom, or their lives. Mixing those up isn’t righteous, it’s just bad math with good lighting.
So let’s recalibrate the dial and put things back in order. Not with denial, but with discernment. Not by chasing a victim badge like it’s an invisible participation trophy, but by recognizing what actually matters. Because an identity powered by grievance skips leg day and collapses under pressure. An identity rooted in Christ? Rock-solid. No static. No signal loss. Totally tubular, even when the culture’s playing the wrong track. 📼✝️🌌
Enter the Oppression Olympics:
So I made the grave mistake of saying something radical on a Western page that was busy zooming in on blue eyes like they’d just discovered fire.
I said my first crush was a brunet with brown eyes. Yes. Brown eyes. And no, I didn’t run it through a genetic purity calculator first. He was hot. End of story. 📼
Apparently, this short-circuited the system.
Suddenly, we’re not just talking about preferences anymore. We’re summoning Hyperborean gods, elevating blonde-haired, blue-eyed people into marble-statue status, and reorganizing humanity like it’s a high school yearbook where only one look gets the center spread.
Their follow-up was classic:
((“Brunettes with brown eyes are beautiful, but…”))
Ah yes, the spiritual cousin of “no offense.”
According to this logic, lighter features deserve the spotlight because they’re supposedly under a unique, targeted attack, while brunettes are… fine. Safe. Background characters. NPCs with good bone structure.
So I decided to play along and “pump them up” a little, too. Not because I buy the narrative, but because sometimes the best way to expose a myth is to let it talk long enough to hear itself echo.
Grab your boom box, adjust the neon glow, and let’s talk about what’s really going on here.
Cue the Synth, Roll the Eyes 🙄:
A lot of these European culture celebration pages (not all), specifically those run by Nordicists, aren’t actually celebrating Western people as they exist. They’re curating a fantasy poster. Blue eyes, blonde hair, tall silhouettes, marble-statue vibes.
((Tall, Blonde-haired, blue-eyed hyperborean gods above all.))
-witte.raaf
Ok Witte, whatever you say. It’s not anthropology, it’s aesthetic cosplay with a filter slapped on it. Once a page commits to that superiority fantasy, anything that contradicts it becomes “background noise,” even if that “noise” is literally the majority of Westerners.
It goes like this:
This was their response to me when I stated: "My first crush was a brunet with brown eyes. I would literally never judge a man this way, ever."
So what triggered this response in me? Many of these pages promote only the lighter features on Western people, and the only time they picture a brunette is if he/she is in the mix or with their kids and family. They literally exclude them! And when they do include them, we get those Nordicist takes! I wonder why. 🙄
Westerners aren’t a lineup of hyperborean gods and goddesses stepping out of a fog machine. Europe has always been brunette-majority with unlimited shades to boot. It's not a monolithic shade, or a solid 97% of the planet, as they would have you believe. Brown hair and brown or hazel eyes are not an anomaly. They’re foundational. Treating brunettes as scenery or “breeders in the background” isn’t neutral representation. It’s reduction.
Here she states her pretext:
(("Brunettes with brown eyes are just as beautiful... but.... they are not under the same kind of targeted attack as the more fair features...."))
-The Sum of All Colours
This comment was directed towards me. And when I read that, my first thought was:
“Ah, yes. The ‘We’re the Real Victims’ Olympics... now available in 4K neon.”
This is how pride sneaks in, wearing a halo.
((“We have it worse.”))
((“We are the ones under attack.”))
((“We deserve the spotlight.”))
It’s grievance-as-identity. Victimhood-as-status. And superiority disguised as grievance.
Instead of recognizing that people can be mocked, bullied, or targeted for anything, the statement tries to create a ranking system:
Fair Features > Brunette Features in terms of “suffering value.”
And that’s exactly the kind of comparison game pride loves, because it creates tribes, resentment, and ego.
Picture this: you ask a simple question: "Why can’t all Westerners, no matter their hair or eye color, be represented along with their history and struggles?"
And suddenly, you’re met with this knarly slap of absurdity. One side screams, “You’re racist! You’re privileged!” ⚡💿 While the other side shrugs off your legitimate struggles just because your strands are a shade too chocolate or your eyes a smidge too hazel. And somehow that gets spun into moral clarity.
Imagine using that logic as a hall pass for favoritism. As if justice suddenly needs a color chart. As if empathy now requires the right aesthetic settings before it boots up.
That’s not discernment. That’s partiality in a neon trench coat.
You’re not being asked to tell the truth. You’re being asked to play along. To accept that suffering only matters if it matches the approved palette, and anything outside of that gets shrugged off like background static on an old TV.
But truth doesn’t run on optics. And solidarity doesn’t ask for your HEX code first. Call it what it is: Selective outrage, selective compassion, and a double standard pretending to be virtue. 📼🌃
They’d be putting lighter features: blondes, ice-blue-eyed hyperborean dreamboats on a pedestal like they’re the VIP lounge of Western humanity.
🕶️✨ Brunettes? Brown-eyed warriors? Sorry, you’re the wallpaper synth track nobody notices. And while they’re busy hyping up this “persecution narrative,” trying to convince their followers that the world is literally hating on them for their genes alone? What follows is a narrative that centers identity around perceived genetic threat, insists on constant in-group validation, and interprets Biblical impartiality as hostility.🤭 It’s all smoke and mirrors, folks.
Look, I hate to be the one to bust your bubble. 🕶️✨ But when the world rolls out the red carpet of sympathy for the fair-haired, blue-eyed crew while conveniently ghosting darker-haired Westerners in the history and struggle department… yeah, it hits different.
You start feeling like the background synth loop in a song that everyone else is dancing to... devalued, misrepresented, totally ignored.
🎸🌆 And guess what? That kind of selective pity isn’t just tacky; it sets up a whole scene where groups are pitted against each other over traits we literally had no say in.
Haven't you ever thought that maybe people are more than the hair and eye color they came out with?
Wild concept, I know.
Amazing how some people can smell injustice from three zip codes away, but go nose-blind the moment it inconveniences their narrative. 👃🚫
Okay, buckle up, because your whole set of rules is riding on the oldest lie in the book.
🎮✨ Let’s unpack this, shall we? Yours truly, the darker-featured Westerner with the chocolate strands no solon could match, has felt the full blast of colorism from some seriously biased Nordicist characters in our own Western community. And yet, somehow, that gets conveniently skipped over. 🤷♀️ The partiality is glaring.
And to address the pretexts, if we’re really gonna play rank the persecution like it’s some retro arcade leaderboard, shouldn’t there be bigger bosses to fight than a handful of keyboard warriors obsessed with pigment levels?
🕹️💥 Seriously, twisting yourself into a human pretzel over a tiny fraction of haters who freak out about your lack of melanin? Come on. That’s not even high score material.
((Why are you taking the meme personal? We know they don't hate white people just because they often have blonde hair and blue eyes. We know they hate us because we are white. No one is saying white people with brown hair and brown eyes are not beautiful or do not suffer antiwhiteism. Brown hair and brown European eyes are beautiful, but the reality is they target fair features and their psychological warfare.))
-The Sum of all Colours
This video posted by Reema Angelique tells us otherwise. We have prejudice thrown at us, too; probably more than you realize. But these are the things you choose to ignore.
Remember, this is the shoddy pretext they use to justify this Nordicist discrimination or exclusion. Check it! ✅
So, in light of this; how are you still missing the point here? 🚨 This is downright partiality, and yet somehow, in your world, the biggest crisis ever is the hair and eye color of villains in movies? 🎬✨ Like, wait… you actually think blondes with blue eyes are being targeted just because some evil mastermind in a flick had the same coloring? Total misfire, my dude. Let’s get real. There are way bigger pixels to worry about than your cartoon-level drama. 🌆💾
((They constantly portray these features to those of a villain and associate them with evil. They go out of their way not to cast a brown eyed villain.))
-The Sum of All Colours
Alright, flip the neon tape for a sec—ever notice how darker-featured villains have been rocking the screen for centuries? 🎥🌌 Yeah, millennia, even decades. I could roll out a whole VHS collection full of examples, but somehow… it totally zooms past your radar? Classic tunnel-vision move. 💾🕶️
Funny how nobody starts a candlelight vigil over villains with dark hair and glowing amber, red, or golden hazel eyes.
Those looks get slapped onto vampires, warlocks, final bosses, and “definitely drinks blood after midnight” characters on the regular. No press release. No think pieces. No panic button.
But feeling victimized because a blonde bad guy showed up on screen once? That’s just plain main-character syndrome with a fog machine.
Oh right… it didn’t flatter your reflection in the CRT screen, did it? 📺Sorry, the movie monster didn’t stop mid-monologue to validate your aesthetics. This isn’t a Hallmark VHS, it’s cinema.
Roll the synth sting, cue the smoke, and maybe don’t confuse storytelling tropes with a personal attack. How's that for perspective?
She goes on and pulls out the next pretext. It goes like this:
Then they hit us with the ol’: ((They are MORE RARE)) flex. 🚨💿 Reality check: blue eyes aren’t exactly unicorn-level rare in the West. Blue eyes are the second most common eye color in the world, next to brown. Hardly “rare.” But hey, if we’re gonna bend statistics like neon light, sure—anything besides brown is apparently a collector’s edition. 🌌✨
Comparison only works when there’s a backdrop, right? Any group that needs to announce its rarity is already leaning on contrast to feel tall. Take away the measuring stick and the flex collapses into normal human variation, which is what it always was.
Wanna talk truly rare? Try the beauty of His holiness shining in someone’s heart. That’s a bragging right that actually matters. Reflect that, amigos. 👇💾🕊️
I guess this is what we’d call the forgotten scarcity. 🤷♀️💾 So, why isn’t this the headline act when we’re ranking importance? Feels like we’ve totally lost the neon-lit map of perspective somewhere between the boombox and the Rubik’s Cube. 🎶🌀
I never heard this before. This is a new one on me. Westerners with lighter features being persecuted solely for their light eyes and hair? I never heard about this or seen it anywhere. Who thinks this way?
I'd like for you to name one right that I have that a redhead or blonde is denied. I'll wait...
((Well...unlike blondes and redheads, brunettes don't get bullied for their hair color.))
-AhComfy
When a redhead or blonde says, ((“You’re not singled out,”)) what I’m hearing is, ((“If it doesn’t happen in my category, so it must not exist.”))
Cool logic. Classic tunnel vision. 🕶️
So let me get this straight: it's not that my brown hair magically grants me more privilege than you, but suddenly you’ve got a grievance playlist on repeat? 🎧💾 Tell me, where are the neon signs, the fan clubs, the task forces in our cultural sphere trying to hunt down blondes or blue-eyed folks exclusively? 🕶️🌆 Because last time I checked, I haven’t seen a single boombox-broadcasted campaign, flyer, or neon-lit protest about this. So, seriously… where is this whole “blonde oppression” storyline coming from? 🌃✨
((Just google it. The Washington Times posted a biased blog against blondes written by some bald dude who clearly needs to deal with his own hair issues.))
Alright, let’s pop in the VHS, adjust the tracking, and analyze this for a second. 📼✨
You’d think, with all the information floating around like free MTV in 1989, people would pause, read, and maybe understand a thing or two before speaking on a matter… but nope. 📡😑👇🏻
Ten seconds of Googling could save a full-blown meltdown, yet here we are, hot-taking first and fact-checking, never. So, let's explain what uncombable hair syndrome is:
Uncombable Hair Syndrome is not a hit piece. It is not antiwhite propaganda. It is not a secret Marxist plot against blonde children. And no, Jason, it’s not “envy with a science degree.”
It’s a real, medically recognized genetic condition. Period. Full stop.
Uncombable Hair Syndrome, also called pili trianguli et canaliculi if you want to sound fancy at the roller rink, is a rare structural hair shaft disorder. The hair grows outward, is dry, light-reflective, and literally does not lie flat no matter how much brushing, gel, or Aqua Net you throw in it.
This happens because of the shape of the hair shaft, not because someone on Twitter/X hates Europeans or blonde children.
Yes, blonde hair was mentioned because it often appears in light-colored hair, because the condition makes the hair reflect light in a way that’s more visible. That’s not a value judgment. That’s optics and biology doing the Macarena together.
But instead of Googling for ten seconds, some folks went straight to:
“ANTIWHITE!”
“JEALOUS!”
“BITTER!”
“INFERIORITY COMPLEX!”
Oh brother.
((“You’re jealous,”)) they say, while policing everyone else’s hair like it’s a high school dress code from 1987. Relax, Serena. It’s just hair, not the Holy Grail. 🧴✝️
If your knee-jerk reaction to a medical condition is identity panic, maybe the issue isn’t the article. Maybe it’s the ego doing backflips in leg warmers.
When blonde jokes haven’t even been cracked yet, and they’re already filing a complaint. Cool story. 📼😎 @RightStuff47? If you’re gonna run in the Oppression Olympics for a participation trophy, can you at least do it without shadowboxing with jokes that weren't even mentioned by the original poster, then demanding applause for surviving them? It's giving off “pre-triggered” signals🐉🥇.
And spoiler: nobody laughed, nobody clapped, and the joke you’re mad at is still stuck in your head where the imaginary conflict took place. 🚨💿😏
Yes, there is real prejudice expressed against certain people over things like hair or eye colors. But you want to sit here cosplaying oppression because you want to feel 'special'.
Meanwhile, we've got to deal with "superiority complexes" and imaginary grievances while receiving the unfavorable criticism. And instead of recognizing a real struggle when we see one, you choose to focus on this? And gaslight those who receive the real insults from online Nordicists? Why is that? Because the people on the receiving end of that nonsense didn't match your preferred aesthetic? The struggle is real!
((Struggle? Sure you're just playing victim, Sonya. I'm a brunet and I know this is BS))
-Clownphabet Man
Let’s be clear, this isn’t me clutching pearls and auditioning for the Victim Olympics. This is me pointing at the scoreboard and noticing the rules change depending on who’s holding the whistle. Calling out a double standard isn’t “playing oppressed,” it’s basic pattern recognition, something we learned back when TVs still had knobs. 📺
You really can’t make this stuff up. Picture it: blonde woman says she’s experienced hair discrimination, @AhComfy style. Instant sympathy tour. Think pieces. Group hugs. Someone hands her a cape and a latte. Nobody screams ((“victim mentality”)), nobody tells her to ((“touch grass”)), nobody gaslights her or accuses her of imaginary jealousy.
Now rewind the VHS. I talk about my lived experience as a brunette who received hate from Nordicists and prejudiced individuals. Same planet. Same culture. Suddenly it’s, ((“Why don't you take rejection with a smile?”)) ((“Stop playing the victim.”)) ((“That never happens.”)) Amazing how empathy has a hair-color filter.
That’s the double standard right there. One story is automatically valid. The other gets cross-examined like it’s a late-night infomercial scam. Same topic. Same kind of hurt. Totally different reaction.
And let’s be real: I’m not asking for a crown, a pity parade, or a participation trophy with my name airbrushed on it. I’m doing what everyone else is allowed to do: naming an experience, saying it stung, and moving on. The problem isn’t my honesty. The problem is favoritism pretending to be “objectivity.”
If solidarity only applies when it flatters your preferred aesthetic, that’s not solidarity. It’s a beauty-based VIP list. And Gen X knows a rigged arcade when they see one. And I kind of stand with them on that.🎮
If someone throws shade, then rewrites the script and says I’m the problem for noticing it, that’s not accountability, that’s gaslighting with a spiritual or ideological sticker slapped on it.
Let's step into reality, my dude. Because real insults are flying right past, but those don’t get a press conference. Funny how discrimination only exists when it flatters the right aesthetic, huh? Turns out “selective outrage” is just outrage with a perm and a spotlight. If it doesn’t match the aesthetic, it didn’t happen. 📼😎
Fun facts about the original post:
Nobody said white kids are bad.
Nobody made any blonde jokes.
Nobody said blonde people are inferior.
Nobody said nonwhites are coming for your comb.
The article was literally saying: “Hey, here’s a condition parents should know about so kids aren’t mislabeled, bullied, or misunderstood.”
And somehow that turned into a full-blown Cold War reboot in the comments.
This is what happens when everything is filtered through grievance goggles. Science becomes an insult. Facts become attacks. And medical terminology becomes a personality threat.
So no, this wasn’t antiwhite or anti-blonde. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t bitterness. It was a condition, not a conspiracy.
And if explaining that makes me “bitter,” then congrats. I’ll be over here with my unmatched chocolate strands, my common sense, and my fully combable sanity. 😌✨
The Selective Outrage: Colorism Edition! 🕶️🌆
Oh, the irony is so neon-bright it’s practically glowing. 🌌 These same keyboard warriors, clutching their virtual leg warmers, saw my posts: my full-on brunette celebration vibes; and… crickets. Silence. Nada. 🦗
Where was the outrage when I was getting dragged for celebrating my chocolate-rich, salon-unmatchable, glow-in-the-dark-in-neon-bothersome brunette strands? Nowhere. They’re too busy riding the hype wave over someone else’s imaginary hair color drama while completely ignoring the hate we get from the Nordicist crew. (They labeled me 'Mediocre', not unique, generic, generally not preferred, 97% of the planet, 'default', and treated me as such). 🎸🛹
Mediocrity is repeating the same insult everyone else uses and thinking you did something. Originality would look great on you. Try it sometime.
Yep. Hypocrisy never looked so retro-cool. Neon sunglasses, hair teased, boom box blasting, and they’re still missing the point. 🌆✨
Funny how ‘mediocre’ only gets thrown at things that don’t flatter someone else’s mirror. That’s not critique, that’s insecurity with Wi-Fi.
This same dude told me about how much he hates his brown hair and brown eyes. Oh, cry me a river!
Imagine deflecting your own self-hatred onto someone else for loving their own with confidence. Imagine me needing validation from someone who doesn't like themselves.
You all are outraged over what was said about the little blonde boy in a post that had nothing to do with antiwhite hatred, while absolutely condemning it anyway? Cool story! Now, let's address something that's real! Why weren't you willing to do the same for me and others like me? Oh! It's because....
((They are more RARE and under attack. You shouldn't have a problem with this!))
Oh, the irony is glowing brighter than a neon palm tree at midnight.
When my post went up.
“Chocolate this rich doesn’t come in a bottle.”
No blonde halo. No blue-eyed marble statue. Just a brunette showing love for the hair God gave her, existing loudly, beautifully, and unapologetically.
And guess who showed up like clockwork? Not the defenders of “antiwhiteism". Not the self-appointed 'white advocates'. Nope. It was the Nordicists (same people?🤔) who slid into the comments like a bad VHS sequel nobody asked for.
Suddenly I’m:
“mediocre.”
“Petty.”
“97% of the planet.”
"Generic",
Compared to Asians, Indians, Mixed heritage, and Middle Eastern people (To exclude me from my ethnic group).
Told I needed to “hold myself to a standard.” As if God forgot to calibrate me at the factory.
Told I'm default and 'not unique'.
Problematic.
And here’s the synth-drop moment: Where were all those people who swear lighter features are under constant targeted attack? Nowhere. Not a peep. Not a cassette click. Not even a: “hey, that’s messed up.”
So excuse me if I don’t sympathize with your imaginary hair Oppression Olympics when the rulebook changes depending on who’s holding the gold medal, the spotlight, and the mirror.
When persecution only counts when it flatters the right aesthetic, that’s the moment when you realize it was never about justice, it was about vanity with a victim filter.
When brunettes get dragged, we’re “overreacting.”
When we point it out, we’re “jealous."
But when someone breathes wrong near a blonde or redhead, suddenly it’s DEFCON 1, and they're the victim of history? That’s not justice. That’s selective outrage with good lighting.
And no, I wasn’t invisible to everyone. Just to the people who only see worth when it matches their mood board.
Turns out, the devil wasn’t the only one watching. Some folks just looked the other way when they saw others projecting their self-hate.
Let It Snow ❄ Baby! ((Because I'm special, and so are my preferences!)) 🤪
To top it, I even tried to encourage a guy who was told he was 'problematic' for his dark tan and brown hair. These Nordicists see a comment from someone who says they have dark features? Their take:
Loeykalel: (("That sucks. You have the same generic color palette as almost everyone else in the world."))
Mossad Hunter: (("Sorry to hear that. Sounds problematic."))
In other words: ((“Bleach it, dye it, conform!”)) What if I don't want to? 🛹💿
But sure, I'm just "imagining things" just as Clowphabet Man 🤡 suggested, right? Funny how selective outrage works.
In response to this, I decided to encourage the man being attacked by these Nordicist mockers: "I have dark-brown locks, and I love them! Brunettes are every bit as wonderful as the blonde hall-of-famers and the ‘limited-edition’ redheads folks keep putting on pedestals. Suggesting otherwise and treating them as such is ignorant and shallow. Truth 101!"
Samael decides to chime in, not at the mockers, but at me. What the synth?
@Sonya Marlene: ((Or maybe it's just an opinion and some people prefer blonde hair, snowflake.))
You completely ignore the hate being thrown around, but somehow I’m the "snowflake" for calling it out? Radical. Totally radical.
(I'm guessing he failed to read the comments I was responding to; no doubt he 'accidentally' skipped over them.)
You agree with these Nordicist takes? Then why would I wanna align myself with you? I'm not here to compete with your leader board. I’m here to encourage a guy who was being hated and bashed for having dark features. 🕶️
@Sonya Marlene ((Jeez, the whole world doesn't revolve around you. Keep your hair what you want, I couldn't care less about it. I just meant that when people say that a certain colour is better, it's what they prefer, and if someone doesn't like dark hair, they are not ignorant, it's just a preference.))
Truly Samael, I am beside myself right now. I'm baffled at your lack of empathy. Funny how every Nordicist drive-by gets a free pass from you, but my response to it is the problem? Selective eyesight must be exhausting.
So, let me get this straight. A guy with darker features gets roasted by online Nordicist types. I step in and say, “Hey, I have dark chocolate locks, and I love them. Brunettes are just as wonderful... anyone who says otherwise is shallow and ignorant...” and that’s what sets you off? Not the bashing. Not the hypocrisy. Nope. It’s me encouraging the guy that sends you reaching for your pearls and typing ((“the world doesn’t revolve around people who look like you.”)) Gnarly take.
Look, I get it. You don’t like brown hair, black hair, or anyone in your own community who is confident with it. And you really don’t like it when someone points out the leaderboard nonsense you appear to be defending. That seems to harsh your mellow more than leg warmers in July.
And don’t hit me with the ((“it’s just a preference”)) remix while ignoring the pile-on. That’s not preference, dude. That’s selective blindness with a synth bassline. Calling me the problem for pointing it out is peak gaslighting. Vintage, even. Like VHS-static-level obvious. And that says way more about you.
So nah, I’m not joining your hate train. I’m not becoming a Nordicist who hates their own features and people of their own ethnic group (or other groups) for not matching your preferred aesthetic. I actually love people of all colors. Wild concept, I know. You should try it sometime.😉
No one was asking the world to revolve around us! That's a strawman. But I will say that it should stop ranking us, insulting us, dumping on us while hiding behind the phrase ((“it's just my opinion/preference")). If that feels threatening to you, maybe the issue isn’t hair color. Maybe it’s the mirror.
What I'm calling out isn’t 'preference': it's devaluation. If that makes me a ‘snowflake,’ what does it make you? Someone who believes cares about all of Western kind? ❄❄❄
((Oh! It's just my opinion")) they say. If your ‘opinion’ turns into a ranking system and you treat others accordingly? That’s not taste, that’s favoritism with a cheap paint job.
So, by all means, keep announcing preferences. Just don’t act shocked when the world doesn’t rearrange itself to meet them. 😏
We don’t chase approval from men who confuse preference with prejudice. That’s not confidence. That’s conditioning. I'm not ranking humans. You shouldn't either. Ranking people based on physical traits they had no control over? That looks like partiality to me.
If your attraction or acceptance requires a color chart, we’re incompatible. No drama. No dye jobs. No regrets.
A 'preference' isn't an excuse for hatred or partiality.
And let’s be real, if it were their preferences getting dragged, they’d be the knights in shining armor coming to defend it. But sure, I’m the 'snowflake' who needs to “touch grass", "rub some dirt on it", and "walk it off": all because I dare call out a double-standard take instead of choosing to ignore it. That's not 'Snowflake behavior'. That's clarity. It's refusing to let them rewrite the rules so that only their preferences are defended, while everyone else is labeled "petty" or "problematic."
What I'm calling out isn’t preference. Preference is quiet. It says “this is what I like” and goes back to minding its business. What I'm describing is devaluation. Fun fact about my original statement:
Nobody said 'liking blonde is ignorant'.
Nobody said the whole world should revolve around us (the non-blondes).
Nobody demanded applause for brown hair’s infinite spectrum.
Nobody claimed a monopoly on beauty.
But saying someone is 'problematic', and 'generic', 'mediocre', or 'nothing special' for having a melanin abundance, and you treat them as such? That's 100% hatred!
Preferences don't need to belittle others to exist. Hatred does.
I wasn't attacking anyone with my "I have brown locks, and I love them! You're just as wonderful as they are, and if they say otherwise, that's just ignorance". I was naming a behavior and refusing to pretend it’s polite just because it’s fashionable. That kind of clarity tends to make insecure systems rattle.
And let's be honest, if the scenario were flipped, and a blonde woman defended another blonde being called “problematic”, "generic", "common", "boring", "overrated", "mediocre", or “nothing special” for her hair color, the response would be wildly different. She’d be praised for her confidence. For self-love. For “not letting the haters win.” No one would rush in to lecture her about how “the world doesn’t revolve around blondes.” No one would accuse her of being fragile for affirming her own worth.
If someone publicly dragged blonde hair that way, these same people would instantly call it hate, bullying, antiwhiteism, or an attack on Western beauty. They'd be in full knight mode: threads, quote-tweets, (("this is why we need to defend our people,")) (("blonde erasure,")) etc. The outrage would be immediate, coordinated, and moralized.
But when it's geared towards those Westerners who don't fit the fair-haired, blue-eyed Nordic ideal?
(("It's just an opinion."))
(("It's my preference."))
(("Touch grass."))
(("Stop being a snowflake."))
(("You're jealous."))
(("Get over it."))
((The world doesn't revolve around you.))
That's what I call selective enforcement of what counts as "hate" or "bullying". The double standard is loud even when people pretend it’s subtle.
What actually triggered them wasn’t my hair. It was this:
I refused the ranking system.
I didn’t accept the premise that some traits deserve mockery.
I named ignorance without naming names.
And that’s dangerous to people who rely on hierarchy disguised as preference. And the core hypocrisy: They say they want to stop jealousy/envy (the supposed root of antiwhiteism), but they actively stoke it by constantly reminding everyone how "rare" and "superior" their preferred traits are, while devaluing everyone else. They take pride in being envied, then get mad when anyone pushes back or celebrates their own God-given features without apology.
And using THIS as a ranking system for who matters? That’s not taste. That’s favoritism with a hairspray helmet. Partiality is still sin, even when you wrap it in ((‘it's just my preference')).
((But we're allowed in-group preference. That's not hate. That's human nature.))
Absolutely! In-group preference can exist at the level of familiarity. People gravitate toward what feels known. That’s human pattern-seeking. Fine. Neutral. Mundane. But the moment preference turns into devaluation, it stops being preference and becomes prejudice with better branding.
Here’s the bright line:
Preference says: “I’m drawn to X.”
Devaluation says: “Y is lesser.”
Partial treatment says: “X deserves more dignity, access, grace, or benefit than Y.”
Only the first is defensible. The other two are ethical violations wearing a polite hat.
I'm not buying into their superiority fantasy. I'm not bowing. I'm not centering them as the reference point for worth. I only affirmed that no one needs to be diminished for someone else to feel valued.
😎 If you are using 'preference' to justify your show of partiality? You are perpetuating the problem. And even if you see this partial treatment, you still choose to ignore it? This isn’t just willful ignorance; it’s full-on complicity. And if defining, labeling, and sidelining someone based on hair, eye, or skin color isn’t partiality, I don’t know what is. 🌌🔊
Not a yawn, not a burp, not even a whisper from these keyboard warriors when Reverand Draco, Loeykalel, Mossad Hunter, or Neander Thule threw shade at others for not matching their 'mood board'. 💻✨ Yet suddenly, they’re experts on who suffers discrimination? Please. While they’re busy preening in their pride parade, we’re out here actually living our neon-soaked lives without needing their approval. 😎🕶️
And seriously, letting your paranoia explode over a tweet about a real medical condition? Come on, people. Why defend selective outrage while ignoring everything else? 🚨🎛️
Honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if some of these same peeps are the very ones fanning the prejudice flames. Shocker, right? Welcome to Irony City. 🌆🎶
What about the redhead witch hunts?
You’ve probably seen this flavor of comment floating around social media—usually wrapped in faux-historical outrage and served with a side of pride. It goes like this:
“You know, us redheads were persecuted during the Middle Ages. People thought we were witches just because our hair was fire-colored. Honestly, we’ve been through more than most people realize. That’s why we deserve a little extra respect today. Our ancient suffering gives us a spiritual edge.”
Or this one, which feels like someone mashed a Renaissance Faire pamphlet with a TikTok identity rant:
“Redheads were feared for centuries. They said we had supernatural powers. That’s why I walk tall—I come from a line of mystical survivors. Not everyone can handle being born with flames on their head.”
And then the “I’m special because history said so” remix:
“People don’t get it. My ancestors survived witch hunts. My hair is a badge of honor. Honestly, I think redheads should reclaim that energy—we were powerful, misunderstood, and envied. It’s time to take pride in it.”
These grievances sound deep, powerful, righteous…until you look closer and realize:
They aren’t grounded in real history.
They inflate victimhood into superiority.
They turn myth into an identity booster shot.
And the kicker?
They do exactly what pride always does: take a half-truth, sprinkle in emotion, mix with a little envy, and bake it into an identity that looks spiritual but is anything but biblical.
Really? This is your pretext for your show of partiality?
The real problem? People wanna build their entire identity on envy and grievance.
It’s like the new currency: If you don’t have personal strength, personal purpose, or personal accomplishments… then just latch onto some imaginary injustice from 400 years ago and milk it like it’s a personality trait.
Victimhood is a brand now. And some folks wear it like couture.
But here’s the thing, anyone with a half a brain can see right through this. We 80s kids grew up with actual problems, not curated ones for social media clout.
So when someone cries, ((“But my great-great sorceress aunt was TOTALLY persecuted as a redhead!”)) I’m like:
“Were you there? Did you get hunted? Did you get dragged to a witch trial? Or are you borrowing history like it’s a costume?”
Because let’s be honest... some people only cling to these tales because it gives them a built-in excuse for why they act arrogant today. It props up their pride like a crutch.
The bottom line is this: "You don't have to be rare to be beautiful or valued!"
Normal? Yeah right!😏 Look Leigh, I get it. You got bullied. You got your fiery red hair mocked, maybe even called “weird” or “worthless” in school. Totally un-cool. Been there, seen that. Trauma is real. But here’s the thing: you don’t get to weaponize that against someone else. That’s not courage. That’s copy-paste toxicity. You’re lobbing insults at me, calling my shiny 1A cool chocolate strands “boring,” because I dared to reject a toxic hierarchy that literally tells people they have to be rare to matter.
Newsflash: my hair isn’t the problem. Your insecurity is. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And my melanin level isn’t to be used for your measuring stick. And rejecting a Nordicist narrative doesn’t make me “boring.” It makes me sane. It makes me immune to the artificial scoreboard they tried to glue to our heads.
That goes for those videos telling redheads they are the 'superior race'. Gosh! What does that sound like, again?
((Come on , Sonya. Let us have this! Our representation is literally being erased!))
Let me get this straight, because the neon static is getting loud.
You’ve got magazines stacked to the ceiling, bookshelves sagging, TV shows on loop, movies, cartoons, playlists, blogs, celebration fests, parades, think pieces, sub-stacks, and a whole cinematic universe built around you. What more do you want, a fog machine and a laser show spelling your name in the sky? And somehow, after all that, it’s still not enough. Apparently, people like me, who helped put you on that pedestal in the first place, “don’t care enough.” Yeah. No. Miss me with that remix. That lie is tired, warped, and honestly overused.
Here’s the real talk, VHS-era clarity included: people of every color, background, and flavor of human existence get picked on. Always have. Welcome to Earth. But somewhere along the timeline, we traded resilience for a victim scoreboard, and now everyone wants gold in the Suffering Olympics. 🏁🥇
Victim culture is the hottest arcade game in town. Everyone wants to be “special,” everyone wants bonus points, special rules, extra cushions, and a standing ovation for surviving the mildest inconvenience. It’s less about justice and more about clout. Less about healing and more about hierarchy with better PR.
And the wildest part?
The louder the demand for validation, the less satisfied anyone seems. Because no amount of attention can fill a void that wasn’t caused by a lack of representation in the first place.
I’m not playing that game. I’m not feeding the lie. I’m not apologizing for noticing the imbalance or calling out the theatrics. You don’t get to rewrite reality, cry neglect from a throne, and then shame the people who dared to say, “Hey… this doesn’t add up.”
Cue the synth bass, roll the credits. I’m done buying tickets to that pity parade.
If you believe the only enemy out there is antiwhiteism? This section is for you!
Here’s the thing, and I’ll say it with the volume knob set to “clear,” not “chaos”:
If you truly believe you’re the only people being targeted, you’re either living inside an echo chamber with padded walls, or you’re willfully looking the other way. That idea that the great villain of our age is “prejudice against fair features” didn’t fall from the sky. It was cooked up, reheated, and rebranded by N30-Na$1 ideology itself. Vintage hate, new cassette cover.
And here’s where the record skips.
Those same ideologies you’re defending have never exactly been fans of Christians or Jews. Ever. History didn’t glitch on that point. So watching people clutch pearls over hypothetical aesthetic persecution while ignoring real, documented hatred feels less like concern and more like selective eyesight.
Meanwhile, Christians are being slaughtered in parts of China, Russia, the Middle East, and across Africa. Churches burned. Families wiped out. Faith punished with blood. That’s not a think piece. That’s happening. Even now. And yes, persecution exists in the West too, just without the dramatic synth soundtrack.
Nigeria. Sudan. Entire Christian communities erased or hunted down. And suddenly the room goes quiet. No outrage posts. No emergency threads. No “we must protect them at all costs.”
Why? Because they don’t fit the mood board?
That’s the irony glowing brighter than a neon cross at midnight. If your moral alarm only goes off when it flatters your reflection, it’s not justice, it’s vanity wearing a conscience wig.
Jesus didn’t rank suffering by skin tone. He didn’t ask for a phenotype before calling something evil. He saw persecution as persecution, period. And He didn’t ignore the wounded just because they didn’t look like Him.
So maybe, just maybe, the problem isn’t that the world is blind to you.
Maybe it’s that you’ve been trained not to see anyone else.
They are looking at everybody, not just you!
So let me get this straight. Christians are the most persecuted people on the planet, historically and presently, and somehow the conclusion is… ((“But a blonde villain in a movie made me feel marginalized”))?
Bold take. Truly Olympic-level stretching.
Why are Christians more heavily persecuted?
Why was Jesus nailed to a cross?
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t about His skin tone, His hair color, or His eye shade. Nobody was mad because He didn’t fit the Roman beauty standard. He was crucified because truth disrupts power, because light exposes darkness, because humility terrifies systems built on pride.
That’s the part nobody wants to grapple with.
Christians aren’t targeted because they’re fashionable victims. They’re targeted because allegiance to Christ refuses to bow to idols, emperors, regimes, or mobs. That’s why persecution follows believers across continents, centuries, and cultures. Different nations, same hostility. Same Jesus.
Millions have been murdered for that confession alone. Not metaphorically. Not on Twitter. Actually killed.
So when we’re “putting things in order of importance,” forgive me if I don’t rank cinematic casting choices above real bloodshed.
Now cue the response:
((“But as a white person with blonde hair, I feel marginalized when I see blonde villains in movies.”))
Ah yes. Hollywood casting. The true cross to bear. Someone get this person a fainting couch and a VHS of Footloose for emotional recovery.
Your entire worldview seems to orbit hair and eye color like it’s the final boss of existence. It’s giving “mirror-based theology.”
Where have I heard this before? Oh right. An Independent magazine blog titled “10 Reasons Why It’s Good to Be a Redhead.” In which the argument boils down to: ((“We’re different, therefore oppressed, therefore special.”))
I hear you. I really do. Stereotypes exist. Teasing exists. That’s real. But here’s where the record scratches: Why does celebrating your difference require downgrading everyone else as ((“two a penny”))? Why does lifting yourself up demand flattening brunettes into background NPCs?
That’s not advocacy. That’s vanity with a megaphone.
And then comes the classic deflection:
((“So you think it’s okay for us to be bullied for our lighter features?”))
Nope. Never said that. Not once. That’s a strawman so flimsy it wouldn’t survive a Lite-Brite breeze.
What I am saying is this: when your entire activism revolves around hair color, you might be missing the bigger world. Possibly the whole planet. Maybe even eternity.
Then we get:
((“We’re countering discrimination through global festivals celebrating hair color.”))
Cool. A parade. Meanwhile, people are losing jobs, freedom, and their lives for their faith. Different zip codes, different stakes.
And then the chorus returns:
((“We’re rare. We are the most envied people on earth. That’s why we’re hated.”))
Who is trying to persecute you? Imagine building your identity on envy and grievance. Imagine thinking that you’re the center of every conflict in which the world revolves around. Show me the company firing people for being redheaded. I can show you Christians fired, jailed, beaten, and executed for believing Jesus is Lord. One of these things is not like the other.
And finally:
((“Disney and Hollywood are shining examples of redhead discrimination!”))
Then why are you still clocking in, cashing checks, and buying tickets? You can’t call something oppressive while funding it like a Patreon.
This is the core issue: You’re calling discomfort persecution. You’re calling representation oppression. You’re calling aesthetics injustice.
And that’s not perspective. That’s a funhouse mirror.
Jesus didn’t die so we could compete in the Oppression Olympics. He taught humility, truth, and the radical idea that the world doesn’t revolve around our reflection.
Different decade. Same lesson.
Let me be crystal clear, like a CRT screen after a good slap in the face.
This isn’t about uplifting only Western people, and it definitely isn’t about crowning one hair color Supreme Ruler of the Food Court.
I'd like to see everyone represented. All colors. All cultures. All stories. Kids deserve characters that look like them, sound like them, and remind them they belong.
So yes, redheads can have their heroes too. Nobody’s snatching the mic out of your hand. Fair enough? Cool. Moving on.
Then comes the reply track on loop:
((“So if you know we’re discriminated against, why are you comparing apples to oranges? We’re a small minority and our representation is being erased.”))
Ah yes. The apples-to-oranges argument. Funny how that only pops up when someone else says, “Hey, we’ve been dealing with stuff too.” Suddenly, context matters. Suddenly, nuance exists.
And here’s where the irony hits like a gated reverb snare.
Why don’t you “take rejection with a smile”? Isn’t that the same line you toss at us when we talk about exclusion or hate from our own people?
Because here’s the part that really fries my motherboard: when I was getting dragged, belittled, and dismissed for my hair color, nobody rushed in with smelling salts and solidarity speeches. But now there’s an expectation that I line up, clap politely, and carry the banner for people who stayed silent when it was my turn on the chopping block.
That’s not unity. That's partiality. That’s a double standard with shoulder pads.
Then comes the grand finale!
A strawberry-blonde ambassador of the Rare Hair Council leans in and tells me:
((“But you’ve never been singled out for your hair color, Ms. Brown Hair!”))
Right.😏 Because apparently, exclusion only counts if it comes in copper or platinum. Unfavorable criticism based on your melanin level, eye shape, or face shape, compared to people of other ethnic backgrounds (to exclude one from her ethnic group based on prejudice), reduced to “nothing special” and being treated as such? That doesn't go off on your radar when you see it? Because that's not singling someone out at all... unless it flatters your own reflection or preferred aesthetic.😏 That’s not observation. That’s someone trying to redraw the borders of who “counts.”
Meanwhile, I’ve lived the side-eye. The comparison charts. The “upgrade” suggestions. The subtle and not-so-subtle messaging that brown equals "background character". And the one at the receiving end of rhetoric, this isn't just rude, it's flat-out hatred! This isn’t theoretical for me. It’s a lived experience.
So when someone claims exclusive rights to the title of “most marginalized,” while pretending no one else ever gets hit, it tells me one thing loud and clear: you weren’t listening. Or worse, you didn’t care.
Prejudice doesn’t punch just one group. It swings wide. And pretending otherwise doesn’t make you righteous; it just makes you selectively offended with good lighting.
Neon truth still hits the same.
(("Nothing special")), Really? Because rarity equals beauty, right? How about this:
We are all custom made! Uniquely handcrafted by our creator!
It's time to ditch the enslaved mentality, guys! The moment you stop caring about what others think, your life will be better. To hell, on the fast train; with this lie! I'm not common, I'm custom-made! DNA and all! I am a child of the Most High, chosen from the foundation of the world, set apart, and God's peculiar treasure.
I am the only one that He has made like this! Maybe that's why I'm also singled out for being different. Oh, the irony.
Alright, cue the neon bassline, and let’s clear the static from the signal. 📼🌃
Yeah, I see the playbook. It’s not subtle, it’s not clever, and it’s definitely not new. This whole intimidation routine exists for one reason: to train people like us to shrink, to apologize for existing, to believe we’re somehow “less-than” because we don’t fit a narrow, preferred aesthetic someone decided was top-tier back in the dark ages of bad ideology and worse hair takes.
It’s psychological warfare. Flash the hierarchy, mock anything outside it, and hope people internalize the lie.
Because once you believe you’re “default,” “mediocre,” or “common,” you’ll police yourself. No guards needed. Very efficient. Very gross.
But here’s the synthwave truth humming under the static: you don’t have to be rare to be radiant. Value isn’t a limited-edition cassette tape. Beauty isn’t unlocked by genetics RNG or a ranking system dreamed up by insecure men with spreadsheets and superiority complexes.
The lie only has power if you plug into it and press play. I’m not doing that anymore. God didn’t design me as a background NPC. I wasn’t created to fade into the grid or compete in some busted aesthetic Hunger Games. I was made to reflect His image. Full stop.
You’re uncomfortable because people are singling you out for being different? Welcome to the club. Membership includes anyone who refuses to chant along with the crowd.
Here’s the part you’re missing while staring into the mirror ball. When I, the darker-featured Westerner, speak up against the same antiwhite narrative you claim to oppose, they come for me too. Same sneer. Same labels. Same digital pitchforks. Different hair color, identical treatment.
Because this isn’t about pigment. It’s about noncompliance.
Go against the approved script, and you will catch heat. That’s not a mystery, that’s a rule. Conservatives, Christians, classical liberals, anyone who refuses to kneel to the altar of fashionable outrage gets flagged like a scratched VHS tape.
But you keep thinking they’re only targeting you because of your lighter features. That’s not persecution. That’s tunnel vision with a victim filter slapped on it.
I understand that white people are under attack, but it's not because you are white. They attack you to divide us. Don't you understand? Unity is what they fear.
They’re watching everyone. They police beliefs, values, speech, faith, and worldview. They don’t care if you’re pale, tan, freckled, brunette, blonde, redhead, or glowing like a CRT screen at midnight. If you challenge the woke antiwhite propaganda machine, you’re marked. Period.
Now here’s the hard truth, no synth pad to soften it. If you’re hyper-fixated on your race, your hair color, your weight, your bank balance, you’ll assume they're only looking at you. That’s not discernment. That’s paranoia dressed up as awareness.
The mob doesn’t hate you for your lack of pigment or your abundance of it. They hate ideas that don’t bow. They hate values that don’t bend. They hate faith that doesn’t flicker when the lights go out.
So no, this isn’t about you being special. It’s about you being non-aligned.
And that’s something 80s kids learned a long time ago. When you unplug from the narrative, expect static. Just don’t confuse the noise with destiny.
No more participation trophies for you!
Alright, let’s land this synthwave jet on the runway and cut the engine noise. 🌆🎚️
Welcome to the Oppression Olympics, where everyone’s sprinting for gold, nobody can explain the rules, and somehow there’s an invisible participation trophy for just showing up with a grievance. What do you want next, a gold star sticker that says “Certified Most Oppressed, Please Applaud”? ⭐🙄 Because at this point, it feels less like justice and more like competitive sulking with neon lighting.
Here’s the hard truth: When suffering becomes a flex, humility leaves the building. When identity is built on grievance, you’re always hunting for someone to outrank, outshine, or outraged-by-proxy. And the wild part? That treadmill never stops.
Someone will always be “more oppressed” than you. Congratulations, you just signed up for an endless race with no finish line and terrible synth music on loop. 🎛️🔁
Now let’s talk about how Jesus would handle this, because He already did. He didn’t hand out trophies for victimhood. He didn’t rank people by pain points, genetics, or aesthetics. He didn’t say, “Blessed are the most aggrieved, for they shall win the trophy.” Nope. He flipped the whole thing over on its head. 🕊️✨
He talked about humility. About lowering yourself instead of climbing over others. About not announcing your righteousness, your suffering, or your status. About serving quietly while the world fights for the spotlight. He didn’t chase validation. He was validation. And He didn’t need a crowd to prove His worth.
The real flex isn’t being crowned the most wounded.
The real flex is being transformed.
The real flex is character when no one’s clapping.
The real flex is knowing who you are without needing contrast, comparison, or a cosmetic hierarchy.
So no, I’m not competing in your oppression Olympics. I’m not waiting for the invisible trophy. I don’t need a podium, a pity parade, or a hashtag. I’ll take humility, truth, and healing over hollow medals any day. 🏁✝️
Because when the lights fade, the trends die, and the standards flip again, the only thing that lasts isn’t grievance. It’s grace.
Partiality should never be part of the deal!
When you claim to be fighting against antiwhite discrimination, but in the same breath you wanna show partiality between them? That's hypocrisy disguising itself as virtue.
By refusing to rank people the way God never did, I have been labeled as antiwhite. Not because I am, but because I challenged the very ideology these Nordicists hold. And it is absolutely a show of partiality. But scripture doesn’t sort humans by pigment, phenotype, or “rarity.” It calls that partiality, and it flat-out rebukes it.
James 2 shuts the door on favoritism. Genesis 1 reminds us every human bears God’s image, not a genetic leaderboard. And Galatians 3:28 torpedoes the whole hierarchy by saying our worth isn’t rooted in flesh at all, but in Christ.
In other words:
You don’t defeat this mindset by swapping one pedestal for another. You defeat it by tearing the pedestal down entirely.
Jesus didn’t flex genetic rarity. He flexed humility. He didn’t chase dominance. He washed feet. He didn’t crown the “most exceptional.” He lifted the overlooked. And every ideology built on pride, grievance, and comparison collapses when exposed to that light.
No bloodline saves. No feature sanctifies. No aesthetic redeems. Only Christ does.
So here’s the call to action, straight from the land of rewind buttons and reality checks. 📼✨
Power down the grievance machine. Step off the Oppression Olympics podium. Stop building your identity on envy, comparison, or who got more screen time in the culture wars. That road leads nowhere fast, and the cassette always jams.
Instead, do the harder, cooler thing: choose humility over hype, truth over theatrics, and Christ over clout. Call out real injustice when it shows up, but don’t cheapen the word “persecution” just to feel important. Grow some spiritual backbone. Love boldly. Speak honestly. And refuse to let your worth be dictated by hair color, hashtags, or whoever’s screaming the loudest online.
Because the world is loud, shallow, and obsessed with mirrors. We’re called to be different. Not victims. Not trophies. Just people rooted in truth, walking in purpose, and keeping our eyes on what actually matters. Now hit eject on the nonsense, press play on discernment, and go live like you know who you belong to. 🎛️✝️🌆
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