I was going on at one of my (many) other blogs about privilege, but here’s an ultimate example. Yesterday, I fav’d a cake photo on flickr. Today, a slice of same said and most delicious cake I’ve ever tasted* magically shows up at my house. How? Magic. I mean, we’re mid-post-blizzard, my car’s not even out. And yet this comes to me, bam, now, downstairs, come get it. That’s capital P Privilege. Thank you Allison, it made my day.
Sub-question: what kind of samurai knife does it take to bisect blueberries gently resting on frosting like that?
Sub-question 2: what kind of goodness will come your way if you fav’d something from the deconstructing dinner series? One can only imagine.
*sorry other cake-bakers, it’s totally true.



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