VA: Starbucks is Racist
Race is such a funny thing... throughout my entire life, I have always been a little sad that I do not look Native American like my cousins... just because my dad married a woman of Russian and German linage, I look like Pippy Longstockings, instead of Pocahontas. Genetics can be a bitch and one with a very evil sense of humor.
Instead of gaining the best of both 'tribes' (small Indian shoulders, large German breasts, tiny Indian waste, shapely German legs and small waist, nicely padded Indian butt) I end up EXACTLY the opposite.
But the one time I am actually GLAD I look the way I do is when it comes to knowing that I got where I am because of my knowledge and skills. I do not have some deep seated insecurity (like many minorities I know) who KNOW damn well that they are smart and capable professionals, but who always will wonder if they would have gotten that job if they did not look like a minority.
I could have check marked the 'minority' box and had a leg up... but I prefer to have paid out the extra money in collage to have the piece of mind for the rest of my life that it is who I am and not what I am that is important. It is worth looking like a hunchbacked wine barrel with huge hips, a concave chest, no ass and thighs the size of a redwood tree (when I am at my PERFECT weight) to have the option that so many minority do NOT have.
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Collage?? Get your money back! ;)
~Lori~
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