Clovers In The Atmosphere

I want to change the name of the Washington Redskins. It is indefensibly offensive. The argument that it holds no racist connotations to the user of the name is probably true, but imagine the feelings of those depicted. I grimace every time Canadians start their anti-american diatribes that seem to define their national identity. They bear no malice toward me, and I am from the dominant of our two cultures, and still I feel uneasy in their culture. Once you have taken the 30 seconds to imagine being an american indian looking at the logo, there is no way to think it is harmless. My aunt is right. However, there seems to be no appropriate outlet for this. To obsessively correct the speech of others has been so thoroughly demonized by the mid-90s Ani DiFranco army that it is untenable. Ignoring the problem is obviously not a solution. SImply asking for a change seems unlikely without some economic impetus, because ultimately, the issue lies in the fact that the team is owned privately, and that the recognizability of the logo is a huge moneymaker. so clearly, not purchasing skins apparel is a start. Not attending games would be a help as well. A painful step, I admit. I am willing to let myself slide on watching, because I don't have a neilsen box and I am not in the market for a pickup truck or a big TV so clearly I am not effected by the advertising. The problem seems too big.

I am so sick of feeling sad and empathetic about stuff. Katrina, Darfur. For fucks sake, is feeling bad better than not feeling bad when nothing happens. Aren't they the same thing pragmatically.