The team, the course and the agony for people of my age

To put this into context, we live in an age where most people of my age tend to be far more open-minded than our counterparts from 20 years ago, where people who are LGBTQ are more-or-less accepted (at least legally) in modern society.

For the last five weeks, I have been attending a course ran by Prince Charles (google it, as I’m not legally allowed to name this course), with a bunch of other young people between the ages of 16 and 25 (for those wishing to deduce my age, you now know that I’m in my early twenties). The idea is that put a random bunch of us together, and get us to work as a team, and we can show future employers and tutors that we’re capable of more-or-less anything.

The bunch I’m with, however, aren’t exactly what you might call hopeful signs for my generation, as I will demonstrate and explain in this post.

Firstly, the homophobia displayed by some team members has been appalling. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong in being LGBTQ. I myself, am bisexual. I can have a laugh with it, but there is a socially-accepted line to be drawn here, and more to the point, we are supposed to treat this like a workplace, and these sorts of jokes aren’t professional or deserved. I also would like to point out for the benefit of some members of my team, who will inevitably read this post, that being LGBTQ and being a paedophile are completely different.

That brings me on to my next point in this post: Week 4 is “community challenge”. The impetus of this is that we plan and help a local charity and make a difference on the community around us. So, we researched two community programmes and unanimously voted to help a charity which supports LGBTQ people in the local area, providing them with the relevant support, advice and training. The team arrived, and were rude to the staff, used the F word in relation to gay people (google it, I won’t waste data on the damned word), and didn’t follow instructions. This culminated in an incident I’m not allowed to put on here, and us being kicked off the project. Now the poor charity may be having to look at relocating, and we’re doing the project none of us wanted to do.

The bad language used by some is absolutely shocking. As someone who has grown up in Yorkshire, hearing some colourful language goes with the territory, but certain words even we wouldn’t use. For example, we wouldn’t use the word which rhymes with “hunt”, and to be fair, it’s a nasty, horrible word anyway. I have heard this word used three times in an hour today, and it’s an abysmally poor reflection of my age gap.

 

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