I am so sorry for your loss.

I think I get where you're coming from. Because I occupy a place of privilege I never asked for (I'm white, straight, and was born into a body that, for the most part, matches my self-image), I've often been frustrated, confused, and even hurt by the way others read that privilege and the ways that I embody it. But…

You've got to try Truffle Tremor (by the same creamery). So. Effing. Good.

Didn't the Abiocor (the artificial heart implanted in 2001) also have a whirr instead of a beat? I remember reading an interview with the first recipient in which he said that was the hardest thing to get used to, after so many years of being hyper-conscious of his heart beat.

I can remember being just as "omigod get it?" as a 12-year old girl. Maybe I just had a testosterone engorged brain. Heh. Engorged.