When one of my new straight-male friends asked if he could sit in on a QSA meeting, I immediately said yes and took him to a panel on LGBT dating, hoping to show him how cool the queer community is. The discussion was mostly civil, until my fledgling ally worked up the courage to ask one simple question.
Our son is oblivious to the stares we receive when we go out as a family. I try hard not to see elements of microaggressions in every interaction we have with those we meet, like the subtle inquiries about the type of work I do (translation: How did you end up here?), or the overeager expressions of friendliness that, frankly, feel fake and rehearsed.
I have developed a hate/love relationship (yes, in that sequence) with the term microaggressions. I hate it because of the negative effects created by these small events. But I must confess that I love the fact that the term makes visible and real the experiences so many of us have endured because of being perceived different.
Use of the term "uppity" has experienced a revival since Barack Obama's election as the nation's first Black President. More than a few of Mr. Obama's detractors have taken to calling him "arrogant" and at times, they have dispensed with the veneer of political correctness by even calling him "uppity."