• sunday life: in which I shine the light on my judgmental, bourgeois, affected, quinoa-loving “white” self This week I face up to my whiteness I’m so white it hurts. I’m achingly white, not in the alabaster sense. But in the beige sense. Being white means I’m not the “other”. If you’re black or Asian, I’m what you are not. Whean they cast for home loan or Milk Arrowroot commercials, my type more