Just now I was singing Ben Folds'* "Rockin' the Suburbs"** up in my office, and our Siamese cat walked past. I pointed at him and said, "Y'all don't know what it's like being male, middle-class, and white."
Then I thought about it for a second and realized, Yes, he does know what it's like being male, middle class, and white. Or at least cream-colored.
* I may have mentioned this before... I somehow "missed" Ben Folds/Ben Folds Five up until a couple of years ago, so it sounds newer and fresher to me than it probably does to most people. I missed a lot in the late 1990s/early 2000s, maybe because I didn't listen to the radio or even watch TV. Anyway, I've enjoyed collecting older BF/BFF CDs, and now I've already pre-ordered BFF's new one.
** I listened to Rockin' the Suburbs (the album) twice in a row this afternoon (I almost never listen to a CD more than once in a day). In the morning I had "Fred Jones Pt. 2" stuck in my head, one of the most thoroughly depressing songs of all time. Twenty years ago I wouldn't have thought twice about such a situation-- when you're young and invincible, you look at those older co-workers and just wish they'd retire already so you can move up the ladder, get a better office, etc. But now I recognize that this song happens to all of us, and not just with regard to work. You will be replaced and forgotten in every aspect of your life; there are always younger people to plug into your spot. You can fight it, but you cannot win.