Shoot that shit into the blogoshpere

Back by popular demand… meaning my friend Jen. And by demand I mean she’ll whip me with a garden hose if I don’t start blogging again.

So anyways this one is inspired by a picture of a clown I coloured in today in a social elitist sports club my boyfriend is a member of. I know… those things blow.

Back to the point. So at the very end of my super colourific rainbow I decided to make the clown black. Why? Because I was in a social elitist club and wanted to fuck with them. I was wondering to myself how many black people are members and if they are underrepresented. I titled the final product “In living colour” after my favorite comedy show of my childhood. It just so happened to have lots a black people in it and oddly enough Jim Carey before he was big. Also Jamie Foxx before he sang Gold digger.

Now this started me thinking that I was actually raised around some black culture/influence. This is amazing since out here in the West of Canada we don’t have very black people which really sucks if you ask me.

So besides the show I also grew up listening to jazz, blues, Janis Joplen and my all time favorite to sing along to, Lauren Hill. I grew up with a dad who had a white man’s afro. I grew up with a proportionally bigger butt than most white girls. And then put that butt to good work shaking it like nobody’s business at age 12 and scaring the crap out of my mom. I’m not black so I don’t really know what it’s like but it seems pretty damn cool if you ask me. It’s like having a license to be awesome and not needing to feeling apologetic about it. Yup… so I’m not the average whitey. Instead of seeing black people only represented as gang members shooting each other up I saw them in diverse roles. And it rocked my world.

Now that I’m done that rant I want to point out how blindingly boring it is to be white (in my opinion). Expecially if your from America (the whole continent thank you very much). I mean we have next to no culture of our own except apple pies and basketball. I used to think of it like being null. I wanted so bad to be anything else in highschool. But we can’t change our genes no matter how much we wish we could. *sigh*

-E

PS http://www.flickr.com/photos/24495723@N07/5022330840/ if you want to see my colouring.

maybe I should have titled it Homey don’t play that game. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QhuBIkPXn0&feature=related