Jia I have got to ask: have you ever experienced a problem "as a woman of color?" I mean yes, I am just talking the "light skinned girls vs dark skinned girls" argument, but somehow I doubt you've had to deal with racial micro-aggressions the way darker skinned people have.

What I don't get is how you spent the whole piece agreeing with him, but then making the point that because he is a white male, you disagree with him. ???????????????

I get them all the time. My first one was mistaking Rashida Jones for a white woman. That was maybe 2 years ago, and since then I've learned to just regularly step in it anyway. Fact is light skinned girls don't grow up with the same shit dark skinned girls do, and a lot of light skinned girls have accessed what we…

despite there being no historical disenfranchisement attached to this identity category

Literally half sororities.

Last week Gawker was saying it was a bunch of frats, didn't mention three sororities at all.

I would like to point that that Dennis over at The Vane called this. So some guys are just honest about how many inches there are. We exist.

Happens. We forgive you, Erin.

Nope. I'm sort of convinced some Jezebel commenters are just generally trolls and don't know it, though.

Yah, a supercharger will take you up to the high 400s if not the 500hp range, for $6k installed. I mean, car is not a great deal.

You don't need to deconstruct anything but your own psyche. When a white looking person looks white, people will assume they aren't non-white. Sort of how a whole town Ohio is white, but is actually African American.

Ugh, talk about the funless dweeb. white women especially have been all about the quinoa in North America the past few years. There are plenty of jokes about this. But, if you are a head in the sand loser, keep doing that. See how it works out for you.

Its to keep warm! And make blizzard babies. No one wants to hear "I knocked up your mom at a New Kids on the Block reunion concert in '11." How much better is it that you were there, he was there, and in close proximity love just happens??

Take your pants off. Take your underwear off. Donald Duck around your apartment for the entire blizzard. Masturbate. Sing. Listen to your Celine Dion playlist on Spotify 25 times. Think of how an adorably flawed romantic comedy heroine acts during scenes when she's supposed to be the most adorable, and go 25 steps…

I mean, I understand that its nothing short of terribly annoying for her, but she could easily pass for white. If no one ever told me, I'd just assume she has boatloads of quinoa in the fridge and listens to Taylor Swift (but judgingly) in the car.

Erhm, the fucking Zonda?!!?!? How is this not the default??? I'm not even putting in a picture. You all know what it looks like.

I have fond memories of helping my uncle scare his daughters suitors. So he would go to the door to greet them, and then yell "Midwestperson, bring me my shotgun!" And I'd yell down "which one?" "The one with the ammo belt!" "Do you want your rifle too?" "Yah the scoped one in case he runs!"

I mean, I'm kind of sick of the whole "beautiful people in love, look at them!!!" thing anyway.

*golfclap*

Protip: send your parents a picture message of a pile of bottled water, dried and canned food, blankets, and lots of Benadryl (adjust which medication as necessary). After they text you back saying they are glad you are prepared and "good luck," distribute items back to your neighbors and roommates as necessary.