There’s a little cafe in Bangsar that apparently serves macaroon and French food. It is apparently a quaint little place. Like most upcoming businesses in Malaysia, Les Deux Garcons has a Facebook page. It was used to showcase their promotions and such…
Until today, when the shit more or less hit the fan.
You see, Les Deux Garcons did something that anyone who’s been working in social media for the past six months will know by heart now.
They called their customer bitches.
Now, I’ve seen some really fantastic gaffes in the past few months when it comes to social media and Malaysia, but this one takes the cake. Les Deux Garcons, I wish you the very best of luck. Living this down without it killing your business will be tough, but I think it can be done.
Just make sure your social media person undergoes actual customer service training, please?
Via Leslie on LJ.
This is not a joke. I hope someone will tell me that it is, but apparently it’s not.
Someone in Cornell University believes it is PERFECTLY REASONABLE AND A-OK TO REMOVE PARTS OF A GIRL’S CLITORIS. The procedure is done on 7 year olds. I… I don’t even know how to talk about this. It’s… it’s…
*sits in a corner and weeps*
See you guys when I get back!
Got linked to this first, by IN. Then I read the actual article.
If a writer is afraid of writing about us due to all the weight this task carries, and if this fear thus renders that writer unable to write, I do not think it is our obligation to reassure and soothe and praise said writer. I do not think we should muzzle our anger out of consideration for people who cannot write about us for fear of their offences invoking our rage. I do not think we should ask for anything less than acknowledgement and respect: not just for us as a people and as a nation, but also for our history of colonization and oppression, for the inequalities that persist within and without our country, for the present struggle for self-determination and identity that’s often hampered and warped by influences from the spheres of our former colonial masters.
Context may have been Filipino, but this transcends borders and race.
Can’t sleep well for the past three days. I play with Sachiko until I can’t keep my eyes open any more and when I wake up, I feel exhausted. Something’s bothering but can’t put finger on it. Meh.