I don't remember consciously thinking it or noticing the way that white people were described in the book.

Me neither. I decided they were Caribbean, probably Jamaican, but that's as far as I took it. To me Anansi is West Indian and although that carries a statistical chance of being black, I don't always assume it.

Every time Stephen Colbert starts on his, "I don't see color. I know I'm white because people say I am... but I just have to believe them" I come could hurt myself laughing.

I did once have the kinda cool experience after a few years of living in NYC of one day noticing I was the only white person in the subway car. And I reflected on the whitey-white suburban town I'd grown up in and had this, "you've come a long way, baby" feeling. And I chuckled at the thought of various people I'd grown up with who CERTAINLY would have noticed RIGHT AWAY and been QUITE ALARMED (of course, these are people who likely would never have been on a subway car regardless)if they'd been the only white person anywhere.

And I chuckled at the thought of various people I'd grown up with who CERTAINLY would have noticed RIGHT AWAY and been QUITE ALARMED (of course, these are people who likely would never have been on a subway car regardless)if they'd been the only white person anywhere.

I'm the only white person in my house right now AIFG!

Me too!

Catching up after a long day--msbelle, I am so sorry for the hassles. I hope you can get something worked out, and soon.

I'm the only white person in my house right now AIFG!

I guess I am too.

Well, once we have a ruling on that whole Hispanic thing.

I soak in white privilege every day.

And I was part of the minority in my high school (which was mostly Pacific Islander and black). To this day, I am uncomfortable in any homogeneous setting. It's one of the reasons I moved to Oakland, actually, from the Peninsula. I don't just notice colors, I want them all around me! I crave all kinds of peeps, from all walks of life and all ancestry because I am a selfish bitch who knows they make my life richer for being in it.

To this day, I am uncomfortable in any homogeneous setting.

Java is me. Going to college in the midwest after growing up in DC was a huge culture shock. I'd never been around so many white people in my life. (And even weirder was being around so many white Christians. The only mostly-monochrome situation I was ever in as a kid was synagogue, so I was pretty much completely unprepared for Middle America Suburbia.)

I think my run of waking up wide awake at o'dark thirty is done.

And even weirder was being around so many white Christians.

This was me, going to college in Tallahassee. After the mélange that was Miami, it was quite the shock to see so much white blondeness. Thank God for band, you know? The only homogeny there was that we all loved music.

It can sometimes be hard to swallow, but I prefer to be called on my insensitivity.

Me too. Maybe I can't unsay or undo the stupid thing I said or did, but at least I can get it right next time.