According to Oxford University’s criteria, I’m a big ol’ racist.


The sheer unrepentant lunacy of institutions of so-called “higher learning” continues unabated, and in fact, continues to pick up the steam of pure ludicrousness, as evidenced by new guidelines bequeathed by the go-gooders from Oxford University’s “Equality and Diversity Unit.” (If you can persist past that galling bureaucrat-ese that has gone into plopping such a departmental moniker out of the collective asshole of academia).



Students who avoid making eye contact with their peers could be guilty of racism, according to Oxford University’s latest guidance.


The university’s Equality and Diversity Unit has advised students that “not speaking directly to people” could be deemed a “racial microaggression” which can lead to “mental ill-health”.



I avoid eye contact when at all possible.  On the train, in hallways at work, at the supermarket; fuck eye contact. I don’t care for people, and I sure as hell don’t need to be looking at them if there is no pragmatic reason to do so.


I maintain my own private, Rock of Gibraltar frame in most public realms. It’s a conscious choice of misanthropic derision and has nothing to do with latent autism or racism. My refusal to look at people is a source of strength and power and general refutation of all that is normal and safe.  It is me.


But I never knew. I guess I should thank the obsequious denizens at Oxford for labeling my predicament.