A racially exhausting day.

Before lunch I wanted to look at the actual credentials and political experience of Trump's cabinet picks. Nine people through the list I was pretty tired of researching old white guys. I don't mind age, whiteness, or maleness, the monotony is just so overwhelmingly boring. The most "diverse" was a Jew. Sooo out there. But I finally got to black man Ben Carson and the Asian woman (two diversity points!!) who has been in government positions for thirty years and is married to the senate majority leader. I am sooo confident she will "drain the swamp" of DC career politicians. I left off after taking notes on her. Cheesy pasta is healing. And then. At dinner. My Hispanic father looked in my blue eyes and used the n word to prove that someone was not whiny in whining about being called white. One bright spot, the three other people at the table- all whiter than him, too- immediately, simultaneously interjected "That is a slur! White is not a slur!" He didn't listen, but we said it; sane people outnumber the one who then tried to further prove his point by describing the burden of not being able to call a transgender coworker by her legal first name, even though he was fine using her preferred name, her last name, when he still knew her as a man. There were a lot of air quotes in that rant. I was like ooohh you can be racist because you're transphobic, got it! I'm still kind of scratching out my ears because I can't believe he actually said that. Like the transphobia I would expect from him but not actually saying slurs and pretending white is somehow a degrading label.