I will say that I'm less annoyed by the first example because they typically react to being corrected with interest and curiosity. I've been in some truly cringe-worthy conversations with activists. Not all of them white, either.
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But I remember going to a fancy college thinking it was an escape, that I'd be among "my people" ("Dream of ivy covered walls and smoky French cafes", as Veronica says in Heathers) By which deep down I really meant cosmopolitan, bourgeois white people
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Guess I dreamed that too. Of course I discovered I'm not really one of them, either. But in Manhattan 80s, I had a chance.
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I'm white and *I* hated it, in the 70s before there was any subculture or net to connect with others who also hated it. So, imagine if I hadn't even been able to be white at the mall.
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