The Bitch is Back
I don’t know exactly why I’m still awake at 2:00 in the morning. But I’ve been lying awake in bed replaying a conversation that CCT and I had earlier this evening. Today, I rode Marta for the first time since March. You could say that I had a little spring fling with my car. I like to leave home an hour and a half before I need to be at school if I’m taking Marta. If I’m driving, I can scrape by with 40 minutes. At first I would tell myself that it was “just this once” and that I would leave earlier and take the train tomorrow. You know, like when you and your ex are both single again at the same time. Or you want to get back into your skinny jeans but Starbucks has red velvet cupcakes today. Just this once.
Funny thing about Marta is despite the fact that it can be inconvenient as hell, I figure that it saves me about $100 and 2-3 pounds a month. So since yesterday was my first day back at school for summer session I vowed to start taking the train everyday again like I had been doing since August 2009. I have to say that now that I’m back, I’m profoundly disappointed in the lack of diversity that I am seeing on the train. Where are all of my white bread peeps? Don’t get me wrong, I love trying to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations when they are speaking languages that I don’t know. I am quite entertained by how different cultures, genders, and socioeconomic groups interpret personal space. And who doesn’t love playing a solo game of “Gay or European?”
But the fact that I am the whitest person on the train is distressing. It means that politicians like the one up in the northern suburbs with the same initials as “frequency modulator” are winning and that people are getting too scared to ride public transportation. Or maybe it was just an off day. Maybe as CCT put it “it’s kind of hard to be whiter than you.” So I hope to see some other folks trekking through Five Points in their Ann Taylor Loft capris and Privo mary janes. Grab your lavender hand sanitizer and your oversized sunglasses. It’s go time.