My passion for comedy is much like when you fall in love. Comedy makes me feel young and giddy. It started as a young girl watching Monty Python and Saturday Night Live. My whole family is funny and we tease hard. I was teased because I'm nerdy and I 'talk like a white girl', and I love chocolate cake so I'm always wearing a few extra pounds.

Comedy became my defense mechanism.

This is why when I heard the audio clip of Ralphie May's comedy. I took it more personal. It combined my two passions of fighting stereotypes and my love for comedy. I decided to publicly pose the question of whether his joke was funny or not. I failed to research the clip and see how edited it was. I was blind with rage. At the time, it didn't matter that the clip was taken out of context. I was hurt by someone whose comedy I adored.

Then, everyone joined me in this hurt. It sparked an intense reaction from my indigenous people. I realized, that for the first time in my life, I had a voice.

Then Ralphie and I talked. I realized that he wasn't this racist monster out to get us. He is a comedian who was now the victim of cyber-bullying, death threats, and tons of Native men rallying their war parties