October 29, 2010: Rufus Wainwright - Going to a Town

Rufus Wainwright - Going to a Town: youtube.com/watch?v=CtVyl402W5s

The worst kinds of people are straight, white people. The worst.

I suppose I only think so because I'm one of them and feel comfortable throwing judgement (for though I slander a whole faction of people I can count myself among them and am therefore judging myself). But from what I've seen, they/we are the worst of people. I doubt I could formulate any lucidly compelling argument for this conclusion I've drawn but to voice some frustrations.

"White privilege" is something I've seen and experienced first hand. You know when someone doesn't get things their way and they whine about it, as if it's something they deserve? I work in service and, daily, I see (predominantly) white people complaining about the meals that were made for them and brought to them without them having to do a thing but voice their desire for it. And it is, predominately, the white people who look like they have the most money who complain the most.

And I remember being on a small plane, so full of joy, and surrounded by white people in business suits, none of whom smiled.

And I've been to wedding lately where it seemed like the bride and groom didn't even love each other. And it didn't seem like they even knew the people they invited to their wedding. It seemed like they just threw an event because they could. And aren't these the same kind of people who tell homosexual couples (who probably actually love each other) that they're excluded from this all? What is wrong with straight people that they fear anything that brings the queer community on par?

We, being white and straight, have nothing to struggle for so we seem to struggle against. We seem to struggle against things that are good and wholesome and place evil titles on these things, opposite titles, because we are scared of losing our privileges. And we dictate the others should and should not live because we feel some sort of superiority. And this is what makes us the worst of people.

Or maybe I just hate my job. And weddings.