I've been told "Oh, I don't even notice people's race."
Oh, I do, but I've been thoroughly brainwashed by my White Liberal Guilt upbringing to dismiss it as a descriptor and relegate its importance to minimal.
Which is just as asinine in its way as being prejudicial (not necessarily racist, but making assumptions) based on race, but it's something I'm working on.
Years ago I read an account by a black woman, describing how she and friends of hers would often cut in line to see movies, because most of the time white people in line would be too intimidated or something to say anything. She then described her surprise at being unable to get away with this with white people in London.
Even on escalators not in airports, people with small children get exemptions.
But please, dear doG! Do not try to beat people to the escalator if you're just going to take up the whole thing.
Kristen,
Do you still use your old timminear.net address?
By people other than Stephen Colbert??
By people I respect, even. By people I had to explain "white privilege" to, but there you go. No harm done, no foul. But if you've noticed what size my rack is, you damned well better have noticed my race.
So, it's official. No funding for my position past June 30th. He's going to try and get more, but there's no guarantee. Cost savings mode and all that.
So, it's official. No funding for my position past June 30th. He's going to try and get more, but there's no guarantee.
Damn, that sucks. Good luck!
My pet peeve is people not having their wallet out and ready when they get to the cashier. Dude, you were waiting in line to PAY--don't you think you could assume you would need to get at your money or credit card?
So, it's official. No funding for my position past June 30th. He's going to try and get more, but there's no guarantee. Cost savings mode and all that.
Oh that SUCKS, ita. Did I miss this before, or is this a big, bad new thing?
There's an assumption of acquaintance, by means of shared minority. So all the black guys on my floor at work had at least said "hello" to me in my first week, and there are many white guys here who'll never say a thing. I know where they are, they know where I am.
Oh, I knew that!
Nothing cracks me like people who stand in a long line at a counter and only start to look at the menu when it's they're time to order.
The farmer's market here would make most of you into murderers. It's a rabbit warren of rooms in a old brewery. No discernible lines. People stop and talk in tight areas where people are trying to get through. They swing their baguettes with no concern for others. If I don't get there before 9AM, I just don't go.