Which means it’s officially Fall!!
And I’m gonna do my best to skip it.
I have to admit, having never been through a hurricane before, I wasn’t worried initially. The settings on my Facebook news feed are set so the things I see first are inspirational or funny. I’ve been too busy working on lesson plans or trying to get caught up on my sleep or doing mindless things (like watching Netflix stuff) so I can sleep to really pay attention to the hullabaloo about the hurricane.
Speaking of watching stuff… if you’ve got nothing better to do (like you’re waiting for the apocalypse in the form of Hurricane Harvey), you might want to check out the movie What happened to Monday.
So a short while ago I started talking about how we separate (or divide, to stick to the title) ourselves into categories and judge each other based on those categories. I had wanted to talk about more serious stuff, but ended up using the whole post to rehash how some of the most recent men in my dating life have stopped seeing me as human, and how it was due to their racial make-up.
No, the irony of me talking about how we shouldn’t categorize people and then me doing that exact thing is not lost on me.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!
I hope you’ve got your green on. I, sadly, do not have any green to wear this year. Or at least, I don’t know where I might have hidden it. Don’t worry, my roommate’s kid has punched me, and we had Corned Beef and Cabbage for lunch. I’m not sure if that’s really a traditional Irish meal, but it was the first time I’ve ever had corned beef before, so that’s something.
Now we’re getting ready to go to a Lord of the Dance show at Miller Outdoor Theater.
If we were chit chatting over coffee today, we’d be sitting in a very busy IHOP waiting for my waitress to come take my order. She asked me if I needed to look at the menu for a minute… nearly 10 minutes ago. Not cool.
But, in the meantime, I’d tell you that I feel excited about 2017. I am very convinced that it is nearly impossible for any year to be as tumultuous as 2016 was for me.
So. It’s two days until Christmas. I woke up this morning, excited! Yesterday, they told me that the other guy’s insurance was gonna cover the rental car, my email showed me that Sense 8 Season 2 is finally about to start (and there is a Christmas episode uploaded now!!), and Goodreads Guy graced me with an email and a naughty photo…
Haven’t heard from him in quite a while, and didn’t expect to hear from him ever again, to be honest.
And yet, there he was. In my email, saying he was “just thinking about [me].”
I’m torn. On the one hand, I feel very strongly that we need to keep talking about what’s going wrong since Trump won the Presidency. On the other hand, I’m kind of tired of losing my friends.
I have argued against the concept of white privilege, and done so quite loudly, for a while now. I wrote a while ago about how Gentrification was not a race issue, but a class issue. Even last week, I had a conversation with a friend (possibly even the day of the election) about how “white privilege” isn’t really white. It’s based on a variety of stereotypes, very few of which are true to be sure, but it’s not just inherently about being white.
But my world keeps getting smaller and smaller because a lot of my friends seem to have this mysterious white privilege, and I… Don’t.
Perhaps I didn’t know what exactly “white privilege” meant.