I’ve been seeing (and getting involved in, though I’m not always as coherent as I’d like) a lot of discussions about race lately, many of them directly related to Full Frontal Feminism and the various reviews, critiques, and defenses of it floating around in the blogosphere.
Race hasn’t often been prominent on my radar, and I’m well aware that I’m afforded that luxury because I’m white. I grew up in an extremely homogeneous place, went to extremely white schools, and then went off to college at the ultimate White Boys’ Club, which thankfully is a lot more diverse now than it used to be. (Hence me being able to go, being a lady and all.) But even there I rarely engaged in any hard conversations, which I now realize is such a shame.
Anyway, all of these discussions through The Series of Tubes have left me sort of reeling and experiencing a pretty wild range of emotions. So rather than trying to say anything profound, I’ll direct you to some other people who are already saying wonderful and profound things.