mehofkirkwall:

My brother just made a comment that one of the little girls on the Kids baking championship had a name that would be hard to pronounce.

Her name was Yahshimabet.

They say it several times correctly in the show, she says it several times in the show, and it’s admittedly a name that trips up a dyslexic– we both are and any name longer than 5 letters turns to soup– but once we hear the name said, it straightens out.

He really didn’t like it when i pointed out there was 0 reason her name would be hard for someone to learn, and use. He commented that it “just sounded weird” and I pointed out that our last name has enough pitfalls to count as a side-scroller revival game. 

I had to rant a bit because like??? I know the name thing is Everyday Racism To Combat, but sometimes it slips past me that thats… a thing. 
That human beings will look at another human and go “The specific noise we make to identify ourselves by are ok, but the one that has meaning to you and your family/culture/religion/etc, is BAD because it isn’t like mine. So fuck you, i won’t make that sound.”
That’s what it comes down to in a basic sense, and that just blows my damn mind.
Like naming your kid after your crusty great grand uncle that probably would have disowned you for not sending your daughters to a convent if they looked sideways at a boy, or like, not owning literal people, totally appearantly fine. 
Someone with melanin in their skin names their kid with a name that means something to them, their culture, their family, or hell– they looked something up so they and their family could be closer to the culture that we white dickheads fucked up for them– and suddenly things have gone weird.

I don’t understand these people. 
Someone’s name is their name, if you’re talking to them– learn to say it. It’s basic human decency. 
No person in everyday life has a reason to play Rumpelstiltskin on someone. 

It just throws me so hard.
I am so sorry this happens to people.