so last weekend i was in new york city partying for halloween. great time. however, sunday morning i was feeling… not my best. i was travelling uptown wearing the same clothes from the night before (dont worry, i shacked with a friend). walking in the same heels that i had been wearing for the greater part of 24 hours. i couldnt get the subway i wanted because of marathon sunday. i really was not chipper, although i was not in an especially bad mood.

i walk past this man who tried to hand me a CD. i said, “no, thanks.” literally what ran through my mind was “what would i do with one of your CDs? im not in the music business, and it would probably snuggle into the depths of my purse for weeks before i remember it.” well, that was not really okay with the artist. we then stopped at a street corner and the man comes up to me and says, “its all about the undertones. our former president jimmy carter said it… its all about the undertones.” i was totally taken aback. i think my response was something like, “i dont know what you are trying to infer, so why dont you say it a little more clearly.” i wanted him to accuse me of racism so badly because that was obviously what he was trying to do. and it was one of the most ridiculous accusations that i have ever heard. he responded with something about the “undertones” and how i am obviously unhappy with life because i cant let go of my issues. i couldnt believe my ears. how ridiculous? nevertheless, i didnt know this reference to jimmy carter, so i obviously had to do some research today.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/17/criticism.racism/index.html

i was right! the man on the street was accusing me of being racist. how ironic that he becomes the radical in this situation instead of me.