Great book: Stuff White People Like.
I took the test at the end of the book and turned out to be only 19% white. Elsewhere in the book it says that if you have a degree in science, engineering, or business your white card is automatically revoked. I guess that means I’ve been set to zero twice (once for engineering, once for business) so maybe it’s minus 19. Minus 119? 219?
Allow me to present some white person abject failure: I don’t even know what a Wes Anderson movie is, hate raising awareness, had to google David Sedaris, think James Joyce is the worst and could not suffer even three chapters, and have never seen My So-Called Life. I have a life, have never watched Jon Stewart or David Colbert, and think the New York Times isn’t fit to wipe one’s arse with.
Guilty as charged, though, if you had a search warrant, you could confiscate Pulp Fiction, Kerouac, a number of teas and Infinite Jest should you be clever enough to nick my Kindle. The Full Vacuum will rest at negative 119, a safe margin.
I think the author is right about whites… not the majority, but you know of whom I speak. Same pseudo-mess hair, same pants, same car, same color, same unacted upon wish to live in Portland, where the same race of people listens to the same kind of music and has the same opinion about evil corporations (THEIR cars, forks, meds and coffeemakers are created by gypsy magic fairy dust in renewable cottages) while shooting for the same useless career making second rate sketches for some third-rate free newspaper that raises awareness.
These are the same people that don’t like Rush, say, or your odd Metallica disc or Steven Pressfield because “it’s all the same.” They vote blue because they like diversity, but live in Portland, Boston, Maine, Vermont, or a safe part of Maryland because they really don’t like it at all.
They advertise their nonconformance by being totally conformist, criticizing the tribe for being such, simultaneously frustrated they can’t join it. One cannot be conformist and authentic.
If to be white is to be desperate for authenticity, then minus 119 sounds about right.