Racism, defined.
A fabulous DiSnazzio exchange.
Joel sits on the futon with me, eating a tortilla.
Angela is brushing her teeth, and points to the tortilla quizzically.
Me: What are you pointing at? It's a tortilla.
Joel: Yeah, haven't you ever seen a tortilla before?
Me: Yeah, Angela, what are you? RACIST?!
Angela: Actually Meaghan, I have many friends who are tortillas.
Me: Well, I don't care if people are flatbreads, pitas OR tortillas.
Angela: As a matter of fact, I'm 1/32nd tortilla, Meaghan.
Meaghan: WELL, my great-great-great-great-grandmother was a tortilla princess!
Joel sits on the futon with me, eating a tortilla.
Angela is brushing her teeth, and points to the tortilla quizzically.
Me: What are you pointing at? It's a tortilla.
Joel: Yeah, haven't you ever seen a tortilla before?
Me: Yeah, Angela, what are you? RACIST?!
Angela: Actually Meaghan, I have many friends who are tortillas.
Me: Well, I don't care if people are flatbreads, pitas OR tortillas.
Angela: As a matter of fact, I'm 1/32nd tortilla, Meaghan.
Meaghan: WELL, my great-great-great-great-grandmother was a tortilla princess!