kartooner

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.