There are whole precincts of voters in this country whose united intelligence does not equal that of one representative American woman.
I rebel at the notion that I can't be part of other groups, that I can't construct identities through elective affinity, that race must be the most important thing about me. Is that what I want on my gravestone: Here lies an African American?
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?