So all the developments of the past month-plus can be summed up as:

FUCK WHITEY

I've been more and more entangled with multiple things--it's not that I have too many things on my plate, but I have too many plates.

Perhaps this is due to my current addiction, to Bed, Bath and Beyond. I have become quite domestical.

But no--I really don't need the condescension, the noblesse oblige, the not-so-gentle-but-self-contradictory correction that come with overweight, overaged white women of education.

I know I should be more of a feminist, what with my anti-imperial gaysian class anger. But really now: white feminism has never understood Sojourner Truth.

I miss Wifey. He always used to say, "Ain't I a Woman?"