Stuff White People Like never fails to raise a chuckle and, of course, a mirror. It amuses me that I’m so White it’s not even funny (!).
Take TED (which I am obsessed with) or Banksy (whose ‘work’ I admire) or Vespas (which I despair I never owned pre-Tsunamis) or Grammar (I won’t shop where apostrophes aren’t served). Then there’s Sushi (which I have somewhat embarrassingly written a love story to here), Gentrification (rough suburb puts on make-up but you can still see the well-worn creases) and Appearing To Enjoy Classical Music (because I do… no, really).
Then, like all White People, there is the stuff that I say I’m into, but I don’t really get and I don’t actually like. Things like Rugby (boofs jumping on boofs), Bob Marley ( … ), Coffee (the idea of pouring milk into brown water makes me feel a little bit sick) and Organic Food (I just don’t see the point of insisting on only organic vegetables and then hoovering down a Snickers).
There are the things I think are interesting but never get around to doing like Farmers’ Markets (see Organic Food above), Not Having a TV (I can’t miss Wife Swap), Vintage (too much detective work and delayed gratification involved) and Marijuana (because that would be illegal).
And the things that I find genuinely perplexing: Gifted Children (because they all are, aren’t they?), Double-barrelled surnames (what actually happens when two double-barrels marry each other?) Moleskine Notebooks (and over-priced branded stuff in general) and Marathons (although, of course, any day now…).
So, hey, I’m a White Person and I find it very, very amusing to poke fun at me.