Me, stuck at home...babysitting. How to quiet the children? Damn, out of bourbon, so I'll turn on The Hypnotizer...ahhh, Peace.
The nippers sink into the couch as their muscles relax and their eyes glaze over...I finish feeding the 3 year old her Life cereal, spooning it into the side of her mouth, because 'Dora The Explorer' is in near complete control of her forebrain.
I decide to have some toast, and sit down to seek Nirvana with my little ones. Soon, I am beginning to feel left out, and somehow inferior. I am not a lttle bilingual Spanish-ish girl...I am not her monkey sidekick, I have nothing to identify with, here. My kids are shouting out Spanish words and phrases at Dora's command, and I sit, cast aside, munching toast.
And then the inevitable advertisements come on. Again I feel snubbed...abandoned by my beloved Kellog's and General Mills.
I am not black, and the black families shown have a much nicer house than I do. I am not any of the multi-colors or multi- cultures that are being shown...I am just a white guy who didn't think about his whiteness until he was outnumbered by all of the other colors brought into his own living room.
I just couldn't identify, even when they did show a few 'token' whites, because I do not use a wheelchair or crutches, nor am I a mongoloid (I didn't make that up, one of the tokens was a happy mongoloid), nor do I wear coke-bottle thick glasses and have goofy hair and goggle eyes.
I hear folks natter about how we (and by 'we', I assume they mean white people) are "losing our country" somehow, as if we are under some kind of mental and physical invasion of some sort.
We aren't, are we?