fucking grumpy

I was writing this post in my head at Jon Alex’s soccer practice on Friday.

I was alternating between listing a few of the things that are making me grumpy and their mitigating circumstances. You know the drill: I don’t wanna go back to work, but I’m grateful to have a job and sunshine-y crap like that. I can honestly say that if I look for another bright side to something that should rightfully piss me off, I will shoot somebody in the foot.

Status update in my Facebook news feed last week:

I’m fucking grumpy.

Replying comment:

Doesn’t that make the other dwarves jealous?

I’m still laughing a week later.

Instead of writing that empty post, I entertained myself with tweetie. It’s taking me so long to read through all the articles in my NewsGator that I’ve settled on twitter updates on all world events from Adam Serwer.

Here is what I like about this guy: my feeds are in alphabetical order beginning with Ezra Klein and ending with Tapped, the group blog for The American Prospect. Whenever some racially tinged issue is highlighted and I read what Ezra Klein and Matthew Yglesias have to say about it, then Steve Benen checks in, I have already decoded the “we don’t hate our Negro president, we just hate what he’s doing to the country” self-righteous bullshit, and, once I’ve made my way down the feed to Tapped, every single time, Adam Serwer says what I am thinking with such rapacious intellect and insight, I want to sleep with a pair of his socks beneath my pillow.

I’ve followed him as closely as allowed by his public profile (which isn’t much). Kinda dumb, but once I realized Adam is biracial—he writes from the perspective of being both black and Jewish—I started taking notes on his dual experiences for my own biracial baby. Before the baby was born, I’m sure Q was concerned that Ehren’s identity would skew toward mine. Simply because others would identify him as black, he would identify himself as black, denying his father entirely. Uh, that concern was short-lived since Ehren, it turns out, is the most Caucasian black baby we know. Blue eyes, green eyes, depending on the color of his onesies. Straighty McStraight hair. And he’s pink.

Our skin color is irrelevant anyway. If you’re looking for Ehren’s hip-hop sensei, it’s Q, not me. I will be happy to pass on a love of KC and the Sunshine Band and all things John Denver. Both parents’ cultures twist and weave and wrap around the other; he’ll think it odd when people try to force him to one end of the rope. Curious Target shoppers think he’s adopted until they remember we live in Texas and ain’t no way some anonymous two-time baby mama would be allowed to adopt a perfectly healthy white baby boy. He is already shifting perceptions.

Stalking him for his socks begins in comments…