When I was in college a friend told me that one of her friends thought I got everything I wanted. She didn’t even know me, but had watched from afar my entrance and acceleration in my sorority, work on the school newspaper, internships at top daily newspapers and a gang of people to hang with. This woman had long-distance envy, and I, with my sinful gloat coat that all strong black women wear because we do things that people should admire, got a kick out of her envy, thinking, “Dang, it’s too bad she ain’t me.” Continue reading →