Oh, hell. Another fucking growth opportunity!

You know how sometimes people project (i.e. viciously judging obesity) their own insecurities (i.e. finding their own bodies wanting)?

Well, it has occurred to me that some of my animus against Western stories set in Africa may stem from a certain amount of ambivalence about my own status as a white narrative with not a few chapters from that continent.

Instead of pondering this, I am going to a party.  Do let me know if you develop any striking insights on the topic.