Steven LaChance Blog

You know what I really don’t get? Why people lose their damn minds over something as simple as Black History Month, Pride Month, or Latino Heritage Month. Like, seriously—how bitter, how painfully insecure do you have to be for that to offend you? What, does the calendar flipping to February or June suddenly ruin your whole life? Please. The fact that people get so worked up about others being seen and celebrated says way more about them than it does about anything else.

It’s pathetic. Weak. You have to be a special kind of emotionally stunted to look at a group of people getting a sliver of recognition and twist it into some imagined attack on your existence. No one’s taking anything from you. No one’s erasing you. You’re just pissed that—for once—it’s not about you. That kind of fragility is embarrassing.

And let’s be honest, these people aren’t “just asking questions” or “concerned about division.” They’re triggered because they’ve built their whole identity around being the default, the center, the only perspective that matters. The second someone else steps into the light, even for a moment, they act like the world’s ending.

It’s not just ignorance—it’s entitlement in its purest form. Whining about a damn heritage month like it’s oppression. Imagine being that soft. Imagine being so emotionally bankrupt that someone else’s moment of pride feels like a personal attack. That’s not strength. That’s not patriotism. That’s just sad, bitter cowardice dressed up as outrage.