“Your vagina practices affirmative action.” –JB, the gay best friend
I thought the above quote made a fitting post, considering that I’m currently working on a paper tangentially related to JB’s statement.
The prompt for my eight-page nightmare is: “Can college admission preferences for legacies, athletes and underrepresented minorities be reconciled with a meritocratic system of selection into higher education?” My answer: no, maybe, and yes. That being said, I’m a proponent of affirmative action in all forms, whether it benefits the privileged, the talented, or the disadvantaged.
Or you know, the sexually deprived, as JB implies. I must concur with his sentiment that I don’t really discriminate in the bedroom, at least not on the basis of race (though certainly on the basis of political affiliation). Can’t get into the nitty gritty of attraction tonight (that topic’s going to require far more attention than I currently have to spare), but I will say this: my dating roster is probably the most diverse of anyone I know.
Not that my TF will give me extra points for equal vaginal access. Thus, I am off to bed for a few hours before I finish up organizing the masterpiece that’s ruined my Thursday night. Adieu.
Confidential to Rody: I probably wouldn’t have made our coffee date anyway. But you still owe me face time.