Why Am I Seeing Green Letters On A Paper Instead Of Black And The Faces/skin Of People Look

To summarize it simply, Black is the race and African American is the ethnicity.If you describe black people as “African Americans” what term would you use to describe white people with African descent in America? Wouldn't they be African Americans?I once heard a story of a Black guy and a South African guy visiting the US from the UK on Reddit.They both decided to go to a bar late at night and the South African guy bought his friend(the black guy) a drink and when the bartender(white lady) asked whom the drink was for he said “it's for my friend James, he's the black guy over there.”The place got silent and the bartender picked up an attitude and said “HOW ABOUT YOU SHOW SOME RESPECT AND CALL HIM AFRICAN AMERICAN.”The South African guy(white guy) looked at the bartender and said “I'm African American, that man is black.”So, I imagine racism wasn't implied but it can be interpreted as such since there are a minority of us here like myself who moved from the Caribbean to live here and are neither “African” or “American.”I'll never understand why but I do know a lot of black people here get offended regardless of what they're called so when in doubt I'd just refer to them as their name.

Everyone below has answered this question well but I will add: most likely your lenses are polycarbonate as it has the worst abbe value of most materials used to make lenses. This means it has the most chromatic abberation. Some people are more sensitive to this and lower quality lenses often will have other abberations that exaggerate the chromatic abberations. The lack of an anti reflective coating will also exaggerate this….but a cheap AR coat can also cause this.Polycarbonate lenses of low quality are often used by discount vendors as it is a lighter and thinner material that is inherently UV blocking, impact resistant, and comes factory coated with a scratch coat. So they tell you that your lenses have all those great features but really is just a junk poly lens.If your Rx works well with poly (from a thickness standpoint) but you have this problem order Trivex lenses instead (almost as thin as poly but lighter and still is impact resistance and UV blocking) with a high quality anti reflective coating. Better yet order this in a digitally surfaced lens. You’ll pay more but love your lenses I bet.

Paper has a rough surface which causes the light that hits it to scatter off it in many different directions.The surface of a mirror is smooth and the light that reflects off it does not scatter in many different directions. In classical (or geometric) optics, the light that contacts the mirror reflects with the same angle that it contacted with. In technical terms, we say the angle of incidence is equivalent to the angle of reflection. This is true of all light that contacts the mirror so when you look at an image in a mirror head on, you’re seeing a near perfect image of yourself because the light reflects back to you along the same path on its way to the mirror and the light does not destructively interfere with the surrounding light.

I had a husband commit suicide almost 6 years ago today.  Although he died at his cousins house and his uncle and dad were both there to identify him, the funeral home made me go in to identify his body.He'd died crumpled over from a sitting position.  He was a fair skinned red head so the livor mortis was shocking.  His face on the right side was a blotchy red/maroon.  It was a few days after he died when I went to the funeral home to identify him.  They'd recently bathed him because his hair was still wet.  He had a hospital gown on.  I'd always loved his red hair and was running my fingers through his hair when I felt stitches in his scalp.  They'd already done his autopsy but you would never have known upon first glance.  I then noticed that his skull wasn't aligned right when they put the cap back on.  There was a ledge like mark in his forehead.My husband was tattooed.  Full sleeves, back, and chest piece.  I pulled his gown down a little so I could see his chest again and although I knew he'd be sewn back up I was shocked at how carelessly he'd been sewn back together.  It reminded me of when ham is wrapped in string, almost.  I'd touched his lips, touched his hands, stroked his face.  He wasn't there, though.  His body was very cold because it'd been refrigerated.  My husband did not look like he was sleeping.  He didn't look like himself at all.  It was like I was looking at someone who could have been related to him but certainly not like him.  I laid my head on his chest and I could hear liquids bubbling and smooshing around.  In my grief I thought that I was hearing sounds of life.I did, however, know that I HAD to see him dead.  I would have forever thought maybe he just took off, moved somewhere, or maybe he was kidnapped.  I would have had no real closure had I not gone in there to see him.I'm honestly grateful that I had to identify his body.  I got to tell him the things I'd wanted to before he was cremated.