The World's Most Shallow Person
There are two reasons why I'm desperately shallow and should have no friends.
1. Reading today's New York Times about the horror resulting from the tsunami moved me, especially the picture of the dead children and the weeping mother, but the true tragedy of it all didn't hit me until I saw the photograph of the white father kissing his baby's head. Sure, I'm sad for all those brown folks, but I only really empathize with people who look like me.
God, I suck.
2. What has really obsessed me about today's paper, what lingers in my mind with a perverse tenacity, is this. Because, really, what's wholesale destruction compared to the cataclysm of losing my hair?
What the hell is wrong with me?