backwards and in high heels.

Edvard Munchian

On Privilege and Skin: Don’t avoid me—I genuinely want to talk

As most readers know, mine is a blended family. And while skin color is not my focus when going about my day-to-day life—when I’m praising and disciplining, wiping and nagging, feeding and doting and generally loving up on my kid—it would be a lie to say I don’t see skin color. I see it every [...]

Just warming up for the Big Post

Overheard at my dentist’s office last week:
Patient (white, middle-aged, male) at reception: I missed Aubrey. I was really hoping she would be cleaning my teeth today.
Receptionist: I know, I know. She’s on her honeymoon.
Patient: Where did she go?
Receptionist: Africa.
Patient: Wow! She just might come back with a bone in her nose. Hahahahahahaha!
Receptionist: Ha ha…um…ha ha [...]

Dear John Mayer,

When Playboy asked you whether black women “throw themselves” at you, you said:
“I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.”
Well, jeeze. This is awkward but…dude! [...]

Going Rogue or Somewhere Over The Rainbow

(Originally published at The Women’s Colony on Tuesday February 2, 2010.)

I had dinner and drinks last night with two friends from my adoption group. One of them has three adopted children. Her eldest, a 7-year-old son, is from Haiti. My friend went there to meet him when he was ten days old. She lived there [...]

It’s most certainly not comparable to Trent Lott’s comment

Michael Steele is a peach.
The Republican Party’s chairman and blackface (double entendre, intended), is calling for Senator Harry Reid to step down as US Senate Majority Leader over a purportedly racist comment he made during the 2008 election. In the forthcoming book Game Change, Reid is quoted as having said that Barack Obama would be [...]

Dear Busybodies:

She is my own and I am her real mother
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The first night we met Ruby, she pooped in Sam’s hand. It was 11 p.m. in a rented apartment in Chicago. We were exhausted from an entire day of travel, preceded by two sleepless nights spent absorbing the holy-shit-we-have-a-kid realization that most people have nine months [...]

Go Figure

I have something to say about citizens bringing guns to Presidential events.
Which is perhaps more inflammatory than the swimsuit worn by that…person…in my previous post. Or, perhaps not. You be The Decider.

See how you feel about this one, and then have a happy weekend

Something is horribly amiss at this Ohio police department.

Ruby would like to know what her fellow Americans are going to do about it.

Hey, mister cop A couple ovaries and some white privilege can go a long way

“… I think it is time for white folks, faced with yet another story like the one emanating today from Cambridge, to do something else. Something that will illustrate that aspect of inequality about which we are more than a little expert. Namely, we must tell our stories: stories about our beneficent and preferential treatment [...]

And with this thought, happy weekend

“[S]omething is wrong when a black man can be arrested for disorderly conduct because he yelled at a cop on his own porch, but a mob of white, teabagging sheeple can disrupt town hall meetings with heckling, violence and threats, and THAT is considered protected free speech. Black professor = threat to the public. White [...]

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