“Another day, another hapless Person of Non-Cyclist Transportation Orientation brutally oppressed by the foot, er, wheelsoldiers of the cyclarchy.
Meanwhile on reddit, a lone social justice activist tries to take a stand:
I’m going to try and do some education here. Yes, technically she was “driving on the wrong side of the road”, but more important than that is to notice the dynamics of power and privilege in this situation. She is a member of an oppressed minority, automotive americans. Growing up in a bicyclist supremacist society, she has been forced to internalize the systemic societal hatred of automotive americans and the stereotypes of them as lazy, “fat” (problematic term obviously - intersectionality with thin privilege here), wasteful and selfish, and the message that the very act of expressing her transportation orientation poses a bodily danger to her societal betters. And when the programming finally wears her down and she does what she’s been conditioned to believe “her kind” must do and commits a minor traffic violation, where do we look for the cause? In the society-wide oppressive system of cyclarchy? Of course not, this is reddit, we laugh with the bikebro as he makes full use of his privilege to shame and silence her FOR FUCKING EXISTING AND DARING TO NOT RIDE A BICYCLE. I mean what the fuck? Fuck education. Sometimes with you people, I can’t, I just fucking can’t”
Another act of heroism on the most important frontier for social justice - anonymous website posts.
Bicyclist privilege is having the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES display proudly that he is a member of your transportation-orientation. He’s serving as a constant reminder to us pedestrian-Americans that we have absolutely no political power in the government. The oppressor class showing off once again folks…
I was just doing my regular social justice reading (I’m trying for a master’s degree in the fall, so tumblr is helping me study) and in my reading I was reminded of my own trip to a carnival that triggered me terribly.
Here’s the story:
I was going to the carnival that just came into town and boy was I excited. I walked to the fairgrounds, walked up the the gate, and already had to endure the reminder of societal oppression in the form of the lines of bike racks. But I wasn’t going to let this prejudice keep me down. I was going to go on my favorite ride: the merry-go-round. I’ve always loved merry-go-rounds because riding on the horses (or as I call them, pedestrian-equestrians) makes me feel at one with walking nature.
But to my horror, they had replaces the horses on the merry-go-round with bicycles! This triggered me severely. I almost had to sit down and drink some water, it was so bad. Needless to say, I complained to the manager. Naturally, he ignored me, being completely bought-off by the cyclarchy, or so I thought. But as I was leaving, I saw through the window into his office, and you’ll never believe what I saw in there. A bicycle.
akkoncept asked:
One of my most severe triggers is the moving sidewalk. They are a constant, shaming reminder to us pedestrians that we somehow move TOO SLOW for society's standards. Last I checked, there is no "right" speed to walk. As a way to combat this wholesale oppression, I've begun walking at half my normal speed everywhere I go, as a way to say "I'm sorry, is MY walking speed inconveniencing YOU?" Moving sidewalks are just another tool the cyclarchy uses to keep us oppressed.
Moving platforms are how the holocaust started as well.
Sorry everyone that I haven’t been posting for a while. I’ve been in therapy after being triggered horrible by a bicyclist. That son of a bitch ran over my foot while I was standing in a bike lane protesting the oppression.
While my physical injuries were minimal, I needed to address the emotional damage done to me. Society was not at all supportive, saying victim-blaming things like “Why were you jumping out in front of bicyclists?” and “You have no marks, are you sure you didn’t make this up?”
The things we pedestrian-Americans have to deal with.
This is a very personal story. I have two elders who are directly related to me (I refuse to acknowledge those people as my parents). These elders are bicyclists. They recently came up to visit me at college, and they had the GALL, the sheer NERVE to ask me if I wanted my bike brought up because they wanted to bike around at a nearby bike path as a form of “familial bonding”.
It literally took all the willpower I had to not slash their car tires when they came up for that. They don’t deserve to denigrate automobile-Americans with their bicyclist lifestyle. It’s times like this that I literally wish they were drawn and quartered through the streets of my home town.
postbyhand asked:
Wow, I never realized how privileged I was as a bicyclist. I've been riding for about 8 years now and I can't believe I didn't realize that for all the privileges I and other cyclists receive, untold others are socially, economically, and egotistically oppressed. Reading your blog has really opened my eyes to the everyday oppression that bicyclists force upon others who JUST HAPPEN to be different than themselves - and obviously much more unique & special. Thank you TiBP!!
As a bicyclist ally, you’ve now reached your limit for how much you may speak. Read the rules for being an ally and let us do all of the talking and thinking.
i live near a bike trail and i have to stomach seeing bicylists with their privileged white fat faces leering at me every goddamn day and im sick and tired of it
Now that we’ve hit 210+ followers, it’s time for a contest!
Send in your best examples of bicyclist privilege and/or the oppression of pedestrian-Americans. Any good ones will get published here on the blog.
One lucky winner with the best post (probably determined by number of likes/reblogs) will receive a special prize. That prize is as follows:
I will write you a letter of recommendation like you would need for college admissions/job application. I will read through your blog to learn about you and create a letter talking about how much of a hero you are for social justice. After all, if you win this contest, you must be one. The letter will be personalized for you, so I will only post it on my blog with your permission. The letter will be in my usual writing style (revolutionary) and will be a good way to certify yourself as not only a social justice warrior, but to show that you have a doctorate in justice.
Start sending in your entries today, I’ll pick a winner in about a week!
