It was just a joke. Noth­ing worth get­ting so up­set over.

It’s not like you hear dozens of jokes like it every day. Not like those jokes are aimed at you. Not like they’re aimed at the group you are a part of. Not like they’re aimed at a group that bears the brunt of such jokes not just once, not just twice, but con­stantly, hour af­ter hour, day af­ter day.

Not like any of the jokes per­pet­u­ate stereo­types about you and your group. Not like they ex­clude you in some way. Not like they tell you that you aren’t one of us. Not like they tell you that you’re not re­ally sup­posed to be here.

Not like your group is of­ten at­tacked with more than just jokes. Not like any of those jokes ever stray too close to those at­tacks for com­fort.

No, no, no. The joke was just that: a one-off joke. Noth­ing to fuss over.

Why are you so an­gry?

You’re not go­ing to win any points like that.

Go back to the kitchen.

— Sin­cerely, The In­ter­net