  A ONE-DIVA TOWN In the subway station, on my way to a second job interview this afternoon, I attempted unsuccessfully to load $4 onto my CTA fare card. I threw my hands up in annoyance and went up to the transit employee in her barred cage. Oversized Surly Mama: Were not gonna be havin a discussion, are we? WendyCity: Who, me? OSM: Hmmfff! Just makin sure. WendyCity: Yes. Well. Have a nice day! OSM: n/a I guess my body language must have communicated some sort of attitude that put her on the defensive. Could it have been my business suited-up, M.A.C. lipgloss-wearing, Jappy Whiteness? Was she threatened by my fabulousness, worried that there are now TWO divas living in the City of Chicago? 
