Embracing the Whiteness

Apparently I am very, very white.

I made this startling discovery while in Barnes & Noble earlier this week, on an outing with Second Child, who may well be on the way to becoming as book-crazed (and lily-white) as his mother.  In the humor section, while looking for the new David Sedaris book--oddly, none of his books appear in this part of the store--I stumbled upon a book called Stuff White People Like. I flipped through it briefly and chuckled, with plans to visit the accompanying blog ASAP.

Back home at the computer, I couldn't help shouting out, "Ha!  Yes, that's me, all right!" every few minutes.  If you are white (and as late at discovering this blog as I was), you will certainly see yourself there, too.

Never mind that the blog and the book (which I'll be buying soon for very-white Husband) contain some entries which could leave you scratching your head, or even a bit angry (more than a bit for some humor-challenged folks, if some of the blog's comments are any indication).  Yes, it's probably true that it's more about social class than skin color.  But People, it's all in fun; it's not exactly meant as serious social commentary! And it's not all about you--or me.  I'm not, and never will be, a marathon runner, but by golly, I do love New Balance shoes.

In scrolling through the exhaustive list of whiteness markers, perhaps one of the funniest, least-expected entries--but one that must surely be the clincher for me--is the one about Japan.  Guilty, so guilty!