The other night Salsa Guru told me that non-white people (Latino, Black) have economic problems, while white folk have different problem (he didn't specify, but let's assume they're psychological dramas). I'm not saying he's totally right (he also told me that it was very "white girl" of me to buy a song on iTunes...little does he know that it's really the conscious action of a recovering con-artist), but I respect the belief that money solves problems because I felt that way for many years . However, I must be getting whiter as I get older because it seems clearer that money isn't getting me anywhere...except taking me shopping (and then we're talkin' about some serious drama).

I got in a car accident on Saturday when this girl turned left in front of me. Even though my car was infinitely more %$#@ up, I consoled her while she cried and told me that this was not the right time to get in a car accident (what about me?). Anyway, after white SUV girl's quick therapy session (damn codependent upbringing), I experienced the absence of a comforting male presence to tell me that my car is safe to drive (or too *%$# up). When it comes to cars I become this helpless woman looking for a man to tell me what to do. I don't know how and why they work or break down (cars, that is), I just know that they take me places I need to go (I'm still talking about cars...sorry, I can't resist). To make matters worse, my mom wasn't reachable by cell phone. Needless to say, it was a not a good afternoon in my life or weekend (which ultimately improved). Without going into more drama and self-pity, I'll just say it was a white girl's bad day (and I'm not even really white, but I can't get into it now because I'm at work and have maxed out this distraction...can you tell I'm tired?)...

Just for today, I can avoid feeling sorry for myself.