Postcard of the Day

Before I continue with White People Week, I reckon I oughta cop to my own whiteness.  While I'm poking some fun at extra-whiteness and the creepiness of its hegemonic presumptive regularity or standardness and, like, blandness and bizarreness and such, I'm doing that from a place of what we used to call skin privilege, and aiming to hone my progress as a race traitor, both as a traitor to "my" race and as a traitor to the whole cultural construct of race(s), along with some of what's such a deeply felt objection to class, running through all my days, that it feels like I'm shouting it all the time.  Upper class whiteness is especially repugnant.

So, let's see,...  let's go lite with the white today, and I won't put it behind a cut.