i also meant to post about the weird experience i had last night in the harris teeter; i walked up to the checkout with my 3 giant bottles of cranberry juice and i had also found some jiffy pop. so, there are 2 clerks and 2 customers at the counter, all a different race than me. the clerk picks up my jiffy pop and says to the customers, "hey, did youguys know they still made this stuff?" and they proceed to have a conversation about my jiffy pop. without anyone making eye contact with me nor talking to me. i then decided to interject something into the conversation since well, it was esentially my jiffy pop that created this jovial atmosphere, and they all proceeded to ignore me completely. i can only imagine this is what black people felt like (and probably still often feel like) 20 years ago. i guess it just made me think about my own behavior; i doubt i ever ignore someone based on how they look, but it's possible i do. i've often been ignored because i'm a woman; not so often because i'm white. it's part of the privilege that comes along with being white. at any rate, i suppose it's just a reminder to think about how you interact with people and treat them.
ciao bella! oh, and happy birthday, bizarrojack! please don't hate me for putting that up. :)