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Originally Posted by Pub Lover
I lived in a black neighbourhood when I was five years old. I played with the neighbour kids. One of our favourite toys were the golliwogs. But they all got taken away one day after a lady from the Church saw us with them.
We also had a counting rhyme that involved pulling ****** toes. We were okay with this.
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There is a chair made of gollywogs in a junks shop here.
It's fucking creepy as, and I'm not brave enough to sit in it.
I grew up in the highlands of Papua New Guinea as one of two white boys, but I still sung the same rhyme about ******s. Except we pronounced it 'nickers'. Then the teachers told us to stop saying ******s because it was offensive, and we were all like "We weren't even saying ******, but I guess we will now, thanks teach".