So I can't remember if I've talked about this before but if I have here it comes again, coz I done forgot.
If you follow me on Twitter you may have heard my petulant bitching about my current room mate whom I'm just going to refer to SB. I've complained about her so much in real life I'm sure some of it has traveled back at some point and I really don't care. Why do I propose this? It seems like she's just intentionally annoying me now.
The main reason I don't see myself getting along with her even if I actually wanted right now, we're total opposites. This is something that has alarmed my white cavalry as I have taken to repeatedly referring to her as a "white chick".
Now, my friends who are more in tune and thus more aware with their culture tend to know what I'm talking about when I say "white chick". That is, for one, not them. "White chick" in this context is something intangible: it is the gaggle of school girls that shop and buy everything from Gap, Holister, American Eagle, Abercrombie and/or Fitch and Victoria's Secret; the one that frets about her make up, whether her boyfriend likes her hair straight or not, takes 2 hours to apply make up, and talks about the most vapid subjects imaginable and generally does not interact with those beneath her.
Now, obviously, if we just took this out of the race context these traits would merely be called "cavalier" or "superficial". I'd prefer to use "cavalier" because "superficial" denotes there is something deeper within that doesn't come to the surface. In this case...no, I don't think so.
Anyway, for this fraction when I say "she's just...white" they cringe, feel bad for me and move on. You can guess what the second fraction is like.
"White chick? What do you mean? I'm white, do you hate me? Omg I don't get it how can you say that?!"
Oooh. For these folks, I've learned that simply saying "cavalier" isn't enough because now I'm suddenly saying that all white women are careless and stupid. That's...well...
...I'm kidding y'all that's obviously not what I'm saying.
I think part of the problem is I just don't feel like using "qualifiers" like some anymore because my experience with the privileged has just become so warped, not that I don't trust anyone but seriously, I'm wondering if I've truly seen all that whiteness has to show me.
We have the "cavalier" I alluded to, and then we have the "nice white people" and then the "apathetic" ones whom I can't bother to converse with anymore, and then those other folks that are either secretly racist or wear their hoods to church. I guess you'd just have to be me before I ask "can ya blame me?!" because if I had to sit down and jot down all my horribly cliche experiences I'd tie a towel around my own face and jump out the non-opening windows.
I think when I leave out qualifiers I'm pushing away potential allies and sort of stripping the "nice" category of their humanity, especially if they're generally trying. But...either apathy is setting in big time or I really need to reassess this "eye for an eye" mentality I'm want to develop.
So what do I do about the alarum of "what do you mean by 'white chicks?!'" Simple, I have one of the white friends that get it just explain to them because I don't really feel like I should have to. Get in touch with yourself and take a joke as the minorities are so often told to do. Is it funny yet?
Anyway, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about SB, she keeps spraying perfume in the air I think to cover the scent of my essential oils or maybe she just likes the sickly scent of Ed Hardy. I don't really care what she does but I'm waiting for her to keep turning the heat down when it gets in the twenties and what not.
May she freeze in Hell,
December 1, 2009