Oh my goodness what the fuck is this.
My dearest Sifu Kisu,
Since you’re all in my askbox, allow me to 1) publish this and 2) respond:
It’s cool that you don’t care. (I see that you don’t care so hard that you have to inform me of the sheer absence of caring on the subject. That’s also cool. So. Cool.)
I see you haven’t really taken in the entirety of my response (and countless others) that pointed out just why people were upset with your response in favor of focusing on the ~*bashing*~ and ~*hater’s ball*~ and those that are attacking you from a misinformed place. Maybe you confused me with someone that thinks you, personally, get to handpick the characters skin tones, or have any influence on that whatsoever? That would be incorrect; you and I both know you don’t have any say in the matter!
You also seem to be under the incorrect assumption that I think you work directly for Nick? Again my good man, I know that to be untrue also! It’s almost as if I never said that at all, thereby making a good chunk of your response to me a strawman argument! Now we’re getting somewhere!
But wait, we have a few more misconceptions to clear up, Sifu Kisu!
Trying to heap some social ill on me that I am in no way shape or form responsible for is a waste of your time.
Did I heap?
That would be my mistake if I did! Incidentally, I thought I had explained why people were (righteously) upset with your initial response to that ask. I don’t remember blaming you for colorism, or shadeism, or whitewashing, or anything of that nature. I do recall mentioning that your initial response trivialized a very real issue. You are responsible for that.
It’s probably best that you keep quiet about your actions. (Like I said, oh, a few hours ago? I do believe your contributions were very real and very important, whatever they were. Maybe you missed that part while checking for my name on the hater’s ball guestlist.)
I wouldn’t want you to incriminate yourself in an attempt to further discredit and trivialize the (equally real) residual issues effecting my generation.
P.S. My name isn’t “sweetheart.”
- Jhenne Tyler