Wow, I've really been slacking with these blog entries... whoops. Terribly sorry - but I've had tons to do these past few weeks and was out of town during the weekends, so I didn't have a chance to write. And I've been writing a whole ton of serious stuff in here... so I'm going for a slightly more light-hearted one. :-)

When I was at home in good ol' Midland this past week, Mom and I went to a country music concert. (So many folks are shocked to hear this. I still don't understand why. For the last freakin' time, I went to high school with hicks, ok? You know the kids who bring the deer in the back of the truck to school? That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. And yes, I own three pairs of overalls.) It was fun, and I had no trouble sittin' with my redneck brethern, but the first thing that came out of Mom's mouth was "Wow. There is no diversity here."

She was right. We were the only two Asians there (way to represent, eh?), hootin' and hollerin' with the best of them.

I've always been a small-town gal - don't like the city, don't like uppity city folks who can't tell the difference between corn and wheat plants. And the ironic thing is that although I felt like I fit in on the inside, I didn't on the outside. People I didn't know stared at me and Mom like we did not belong. It's not the first time it's happened, and it won't be the last.

That brings me to something else. I absolutely hate it when folks preach diversity. I'll admit it - I never preach diversity because I don't think anyone is innocent of stereotyping. And most of the folks who preach diversity are just as closed-minded as the folks who glared at me and Mom. We are bound to form opinions of others based on first appearances - come on, we're human. The goal is to be able to get to know someone and find out whether your first instinct towards that person is right or not. And who is big enough to define diversity anyway?

Sistah T gots more to say... but I'm outta here for now. Toodles!