race relations

Even as I mentally drafted this post, I was worried about how it would come across. I'm even going to have a minority friend read this and tell me if it is bad or not (Pause: I've received a "go" on the posting from my minority editor. Play). After I write and publish this post, I probably can never run for political office. (Which is ok, because I'm way too pretty to be a politician and don't want to deal with all of your crap anyway) And, actually, my future husband can probably never run for office either. And I'm sure the children I don't want won't be able to run for office because this will surface and people will misquote me... but, let me just say, before we go any further: I LOVE MINORITIES! All kinds. I mean - there is no minority that I don't wish I knew more about. Or just knew more of them in general. Especially Native Americans - we forget about them so much. I mean - casinos? Hello! My favorite werewolf is a Native American (Team Jacob, duh). I also lip kissed a Native American once. Those were the days.

Anyway, yesterday, at work... I called someone by the wrong name. She happened to be black. And the name I called her was the name of another black person. And even though there are just too many people in this office to remember all their names, and there are only so many times a day I can say "Hey, you...". Well, now I'm worried that people (them) will think I confused them because they are black. And not because I just haven't learned their names yet. They also sit right next to each other. Has this happened to you!? Do other people worry about this?!

My aunt thinks I shouldn't call "Indians" "browns". She apparently thinks that can be misconstrued as... well... bad. But I told her, I KNOW A LOT OF BROWNS! And, besides, I'm a white person. Why can't they be brown persons? If this is offensive - someone needs to tell me. And not encourage me.

I also worry a lot about death. And, it's not that I worry about it, it's just that I'm always aware of it. And teeth. One of my biggest fears is that me, or someone near me, or someone I know, will go up or down the stairs (cement) with their hands in their pockets and trip and just CRACK ALL OF THEIR TEETH OUT. Right there. In front of me. With their hands in their pockets. Can you imagine anything worse??? I can't. And before you say "Megan, you have a wild imagination and that is very far fetched" or think it's funny to go up and down the stairs near me with your hands in your pockets, let me tell you this: I met someone that this happened to. She had the good fortune of being drunk so I don't know how much of the pain she remembers, but imagine waking up with no front teeth. Being a grown up and missing your FRONT TEETH. Oh my gosh. I can't think about it anymore.

By the way, have you all listened to my favorite Gaga song: Teeth?

And, where can I get a new follower? I mean... I really want one. Really bad.