My nickname in high school was “Wonder Bread”. It was given to me much like an Indian boy becomes a man in his tribe. Instead of “Running-in-the-Wind-with-Ducks”, I was named Wonder Bread and carried the nick throughout the next few years. The name, while extremely prejudice, became a running joke in my family and at times I’ll admit it was irritating.

However, now looking back at the incident I can’t help but laugh. Here I was, a 16 or 17-year-old guy in the gym playing a round of solo basketball. Suddenly, from behind me these two African-American girls startle me yelling at me to get a “new court”. Prior to this incident I was confronted by a freshman with a bad attitude and that didn’t work out well, so I wasn’t going to budge on the issue. It was as simple as: “No. Get your own court. Finders keepers. Losers weepers.” Not quite those words, but close.

Without making this a long story, they grunted and screamed, “Fine, Whitebread. We’ll find our own court.” I muttered, “Good, why couldn’t you think of that solution in the first place.” Obviously, some people are lazier than others. How hard is it to get a basketball court, nontheless “claim” it as “yours”. Some people are so territorial.

Speaking of pale beings, Wired has a great article on the representation of pale-skinned people in movies. According to representatives for Albinos, the depiction of these characters is in an evil manner. Movies like the Time Machine and the soon-to-be-released Matrix Reloaded supposedly depict these characters in a “pale” light.

It’s an interesting read. Although, not necessarily one that I entirely agree with.

Wonderbread, signing off.