Cooking… it really reminds me of the Erotic, especially when you tie it to waiting. You know, just like looking over a stove and stirring, waiting, not opening an oven every five seconds, just waiting and being patient and knowing after you wait there’s more steps and, like, you’re gonna have to wait some more, and, I don’t know, there’s something about self-discipline and self-care, all with cooking…
To be white, or straight, or male, or middle class is to be simultaneously ubiquitious and invisible. You’re everywhere you look, you’re the standard against which everyone else is measured. You’re like water, like air. People will tell you they went to see a “woman doctor” or they will say they went to see “the doctor.” People will tell you they have a “gay colleague” or they’ll tell you about a colleague. A white person will be happy to tell you about a “Black friend,” but when that same person simply mentions a “friend,” everyone will assume the person is white. Any college course that doesn’t have the word “woman” or “gay” or “minority” in its title is a course about men, heterosexuals, and white people. But we call those courses “literature,” “history” or “political science.”
This invisibility is political.
Always historicize? What could have less to do with historicizing than the commanding, atemporal adverb ‘always’? It reminds me of the bumper stickers that instruct people in other cars to ‘Question Authority’. Excellent advice, perhaps wasted on anyone who does whatever they’re ordered to do by a strip of paper glued to an automobile
It seems as if silence
is all that is left between us.
The pen has broken.