so instead of blogging myself, i've been reading ....

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com

i always read several posts a day and then almost all the comments. what can i say? i'm a reading fiend. besides, reading funny comments on a funny post is ALWAYS more entertaining than marking. and in case you were wondering how am i getting work done if all i'm doing is studying a blog, i read while i'm cooking or in between doing other things.

anyway, tonight i finally responded to a post from january.
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/28/36-breakfast-places/

i figured since i wasn't putting anything new in here but i spent so much time on my reply, i may as well paste it here. can't believe it got so long!

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i’ve been reading this blog and passing it on to anyone i think will get a slight kick out of it since my friend from Saskatchewan passed it on to me last week. he’s white and he finds it hilarious.

i read this post and read the comments thinking ‘if i wasn’t so lazy i’d mention cora’s’. #47 was my motivation. people really do PLAN to show up and line up at coras. and pay $10 for parking. i know people who have driven 45 mins from outside the city in order to wait just as long -or longer- to get a seat and have some average breakfast. and our table had the highest population of non-whites in the place. i did see another black person, but it turned out they were joining our party.

ditto for when the bf and i tried to “do” sunday brunch a couple of times last spring. We were east of Toronto, and in 3 different places we tried on 3 different occasions, we were the only black people in the joint. it was the strangest thing in the world. like we accidentally missed the non-white rapture in the night.

i DO know where i can find black/non-white people eating breakfast food 24-7 though. Markham Station. Serving sinners straight from the clubs in their best gear at 2, 3, 4, 5am. you actually have to wait 30 mins if you go at 4am on a Sunday morning.

this is also where you will see cops on break hanging out while 2 carloads of teens beats the crap out of one unarmed teen. in full view of the cops. did i mention they were white cops? and the teen wasn’t? ….white i mean.

and #50 is bang on. in the winter, its the sweats tucked into the damn uggs. in the summer, its flannel or tna or lululemon over furry birkenstock clogs.

i think this breakfast habit is developed/nurtured when white folks go (45mins to 4hrs) Away To University/College. on sundays when the dishes from saturday nights house party still look like sculpture accented with cigarette butts, beer caps and cans of molson, there is nothing more comforting than the thought that all 4-6 of you can pile into your roommate’s inherited corolla and head to the local diner/pancake house/greasy spoon and get a pile of comfort food for whatever change you can scrape from under the car seats. it doesnt matter that it’ll hit your stomach like a brick. it only matters that you’ll have a great memory of getting breakfast together after a night you don’t *quite* remember in its entirety.

i know this from being one of the 2 non-white people in that car. the other was my best friend that i was visiting for the weekend who had gone Away To School.

oddly enough, she stopped doing the breakfast thing when she moved into a house where she wasn’t the minority.