what i feel too often.
There are just those days when I wonder - am I even oppressed? A good friend mentioned the Oppression Olympics the other day - the ongoing tensions between communities of color and the underlying dialogue of ‘who’s more oppressed?’. I feel today - as I sit here reciting litanies of racist and sexist incidents that have happened to me - that I’m in the regional qualifying championships, crossing my fingers and hoping my stylistic achievements will compensate for my underwhelming routine. All so I can compete for my team (and who the heck is that?) against others who have been through these grueling years of practice, practice, practice. It shouldn’t have to be like that.