How did Friday creep up so fast?

Maybe it was all the work, or maybe the children.

Or maybe now that I’m older, the days are flying by the way my grandma warned me they would.

I ran through my day with hardly time to drink my coffee, then skidded into home just in time to leave one more time.

Stagewest weekend once again, even though it feel like just yesterday when we last attended.

Tonight, it was Legally blonde, the musical.

I’d been looking forward to this show all year. It’s a movie that holds a special place in my heart for girl power, hidden in a fluffy package.

A story about friendship and staying positive when people judge you only for what they see on the outside.

The play was wonderful, although it only loosely followed the original plot, it stayed pretty close to the heart of the story.

It reminded me of my experiences in university, about the challenges of conquering stereotypes from people who don’t know me.

It made me realize how lucky I was when I compare myself to other people I know who were travelling the same path.

I was taller, which studies show makes people think you are more mature, and more importantly in the society in live in,

I was white.

I never had to experience any of the biases that many of my friends dealt with routinely, and still deal with today.

Legally blonde merely skims the surface when it comes to “judging a book by its cover”,

as no white person, male or female, will ever understand what people of colour in mainstream North American society go through.

I will never be followed in a store because of my skin colour.

The one time I was pulled aside at airport security, I was excited, not terrified.

I will never worry about my sons being shot by police, just for walking in our neighbourhood, or the neighbor calling the cops because “a suspicious person” was on my doorstep, and have it be a relative.

I will never wonder if I would have got the job, if it wasn’t for my name or face.

Tonight, I had a police officer next to me at the red light. He tapped on his window for me to roll mine down to let me know that my running lights were on, not my actual lights.

I was worried I was going to get a ticket and have to pay money.

I wasn’t worried about being arrested.

A light-hearted play that I enjoyed very much left me with deep thoughts this Friday, but the one that repeated most clearly for me is that it takes an event to make me think of this. Either in the news, or in life.

But for so many people with a little more melanin in their complexion, opening their eyes in the morning is enough to make them consider what I have the luxury to have to be reminded about.

And if that isn’t privledge,

I don’t know what else is.