Another (black) woman story.

At the grocery store in Milwaukee, I was talking a bit with the (black) (female) cashier, and mentioned how the area where I lived (college campus near the ghetto) had no major foodstores, but a ton of liquor stores where you can buy cheap, highly-processed, unnutritious foods, so I had to bike like 15 minutes to get to the grocery store where we were at.

"Yes," she was like, "That area is funny like that."

"I know," I said, "It's one of those food deserts that you hear about," and I went on to say how I saw people doing all their grocery shopping at a Walgreen's.

She agreed and was glad I was recognizing that, it seemed, but we didn't seem to connect...