Bumpy and flat

These days I tend to measure aggravation in degrees of social media. How pissed am I? Pissed enough to text a friend? Pissed enough to tweet? To tweet at someone? To post on my Facebook page? Or am I really, truly pissed enough to write an entry for the Antiracist Book Club?

I suspect that anger may not be the most productive mode for a white antiracist, especially one who does most of her work in her head. It feels like an indulgence, and is nothing to what people of color have to deal with...