I have been in scenarios where saying "Okay, but when you're standing here, where you're standing is white." will not get me beat up, but I was pretty much walking a fine line there. Because race is so much more subjective and less rigourously definable than, say, sex, I'm totally fascinated with what any of it feels like, but of course I will never know, and can't compare it to me, because I can't tell part of my psyche from the rest of it either.
Yeah, that makes sense (although it took me a couple times through, and I must disclaim that gender--note difference in terminology--is as fraught, albeit mostly for a smaller population). I will totally cop to white girl baggage, and am afraid that I am totally unequipped to comment on the representativeness of anyone's experience because I am regularly reminded that my perspectives are pretty damn unusual for people with my demographics.
All I know is that the other day on twitter when I bemoaned "white chocolate" as being gross, a number of my black (male) tweeps immediately let me know that that was their nickname for me.
I was flattered and honored, but now I can only think of myself as a waxy gross piece of indelible chemical tasting crap.
Hah! I agree about the actual substance, but now can only picture you as a secret DJ, coming to us on the radio with slow jams and love songs...and baseball...
Oh I love that image so much. I shall groove you to the slow pulse....
have you all see this post?
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It claims that that a white hat hacker group thwarted Karl Rove's attempt to steal the election. No way to verify claims, I don't think.
Did you all hear about someone who was at Paul Rudd's play "Grace" in NYC in the balcony and who puked on patrons in the orchestra section?
It is an unbelievable story. The comments section of this article have me laughing and crying.
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I can't read it!! It's too gross!!!!
something is wrong with me because while I found it gross, I actually read 3 articles about the incident!
the comments gave me the giggles.
Aw, Gracie. May all go better than well.
Ferfuckssake, I come back to a new, semi-working phone system, urgent requests from people I explicitly TOLD that I would be totally incommunicado (so why do I have multiple panicked requests for help/action from the 7th?!!) and various other stupidities.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
I WAS ON VACATION ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD, NOT WORKING!
I'm just not going to do anything that involves actual thinking until next week. They can all bite me.
