And you point to the sky and you don't know why

If you:

- say shit about how "uppity" my (black) sister-in-law is,
- and give her crap about her cornrows,
- and complain about her wanting to go to dinner right away instead of waiting around with my newborn nephew for three hours until the nicer restaurant opens,
- and complain about how terrible a mother she is because she asks my brother to run upstairs to check on the baby,
- and that she shouldn't believe the pediatrician that the rash isn't anything to worry about (while implying that she is lying about even asking him),
- and that she's sponging off my brother because you think she's probably not going back to work after three months (even though she says that she is, and anyway they could swing her being a stay-at-home mom if she decides she wants to be),
- and sneak smokes near the baby even though they've requested you smoke outside

You really don't get to bitch to me for a half an hour about her being "cold" to you, and no, you're not bending over backwards to be nice to her.

Guess why my (gay) cousin Brian doesn't really want to hang out with you either. No, it's not because he makes "bad decisions".