People-watching in an elite hotel
Jul. 23rd, 2003 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trocheeWaiting for my dad in an expensive downtown hotel, it occurred to me that there might be a local network. In fact, there is -- a rather strong one. I plugged in my wireless card and I'm writing this from there.
Here are my notes about who's walking by (more fun to share these observations with friends):
Eight or more very tall, very thin, very young, fashion-model-faced women of at least three different races. They only talk about what they are (not) eating and clothes. One occasionally drops in a comment about hair, just to liven things up.
Three different white American families are here for the Mariners game. They all have shirts, helmets, and at least one child under ten.
Except for the models mentioned above, there are no people of color except for one Japanese couple and about half the staff. This is out of about forty-five people in this rather large lobby.
It's interesting -- and of course part of white privilege -- that I've planted myself on a comfortable sofa in the middle of the lobby, enjoying the air conditioning and the internet access, and nobody's yet asked me what I'm doing here -- not even "can I help you?". I'm not even dressed in business-drag...
Here are my notes about who's walking by (more fun to share these observations with friends):
Eight or more very tall, very thin, very young, fashion-model-faced women of at least three different races. They only talk about what they are (not) eating and clothes. One occasionally drops in a comment about hair, just to liven things up.
Three different white American families are here for the Mariners game. They all have shirts, helmets, and at least one child under ten.
Except for the models mentioned above, there are no people of color except for one Japanese couple and about half the staff. This is out of about forty-five people in this rather large lobby.
It's interesting -- and of course part of white privilege -- that I've planted myself on a comfortable sofa in the middle of the lobby, enjoying the air conditioning and the internet access, and nobody's yet asked me what I'm doing here -- not even "can I help you?". I'm not even dressed in business-drag...
