October 21st, 2010

breeden

Cowardice

Sigh.

I was at Borders yesterday, stopping in to sign Were-Wiener stock, and grabbed a coffee. The woman who waited on me was wearing a headscarf, and she said “I love your jacket!”

I really wanted to say “I love your hijab.” Because it was really pretty, damnit, and the fabric was awesome.

But I didn’t, because the internal editor on my brain, who is out sick seven days out of ten, was actually on the job today and choked me off, saying She’ll probably think you’re being sarcastic.

Sigh.

I should’ve said it. There were no politics attached to it at all. I just really like magenta.

There are too many things I don’t say out of cowardice, or because I know that to do so is to run whooping into the quicksand. For example, I have seen so many Indian women with that marvelous olive-dark skin that’s just so…the color…mmm!…and I would like to say “Your skin is beautiful, and if we lived in a world where we could pick our skin tones…oh man, I would be there in a heartbeat.” Except I don’t, because that sounds like I am horribly ignorant of the systemic discrimination suffered by non-white people and I KNOW that there’s a massive market for skin-whitening products in India for just that reason, and that leads to discussions of white privilege and thence to discussions that exceed both my patience and my vocabulary but which probably involve the word “post-modernist” a lot, and goddamnit, all I wanted to say was “You’re beautiful.”  (And can wear really bright colors and make it look good.)

Sigh. The world is too bloody complicated. I should probably just say what I mean, and trust to the fact that I am clearly harmless, well-meaning, and none-too-bright to carry me through any resulting awkwardness.

ETA: Okay, point made. Clearly being harmless and not-too-bright are not enough, and I've hurt some feelings, which is not my intent. I give up. I am not smart enough to navigate issues this complex, I have done it wrong, and I apologize. 

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

breeden

Crap, it’s winter.

Okay, it’s really NOT, it’s in the sixties and sunny, but I just spotted the first junco when I went out back at lunch, and juncos = winter in my head.

The goldfinches have been gone for awhile, the hummingbirds have left, but there are still monarchs coming through and I wasn’t expecting the juncos so SOON.

Now I have to stop thinking dark thoughts about the stores putting out Christmas stuff. And I was really kinda enjoying that, damnit.

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.