One early summer morning I was on a train in London and a group of young 20 something people boarded who looked like they were returning from a festival and had not slept the night before.
One tall, willowy blonde young woman was remarkable in that she sported a huge native American war bonnet. She also appeared to be covered in blood, from her face down to her sandals. She was chatting in French to her friends and seemed happy and exhausted.
I couldn't help but stare as it is not often that ones sees a statuesque young woman wearing native regalia and covered in blood.
She caught my gaze and smiled and I asked her what was going on re the war bonnet. She replied that she was Canadian and returning from a music festival in Reading. Apparently she had worn the bonnet to several festivals all over the word and each time she had worn it people had accused her of being racist and insensitive. She had been accused of cultural appropriation and contributing towards cultural genocide.
The blood was fake but she had decided to use it to "honour First Nation people's experience of genocide".
It took me some time to lift my jaw from the floor.
This young woman, having been told repeatedly that her war bonnet was hurtful, racist and insensitive had stuck her fingers up at her critics by dressing herself in a genocidal themed costume and then claimed it was "honouring" the very people she was disrespecting.
I suggested that if genocidally themed costumes were her thing that maybe she should black up and put a noose round her neck for her next festival adventure at which point her attitude towards me changed and she and her friends gave me funny looks and started speaking to each other in French.
My grasp of the French language was not sufficiently good to be able to understand what they were saying but I imagine it was something along the lines of that I was a perpetually offended snowflake who didn't think it was OK to be white. Or something