I've Been Outed.

A friend of mine—let's call him Carl— has confirmed rumors to the effect that I'm white.

I'm afraid my life is in danger.

I mean, a lot of people have previously suspected I'm white. Just about everyone who's either met me or seen a picture pretty much knew the truth. But it had never been said out loud before Carl called me a "light-brunette Anglo-Saxon chick."

Actually, he didn't say that. Someone else referred to me as Anglo-Saxon, and Carl confirmed that he'd also heard that rumor.

But it doesn't matter, because before that it hadn't been said before. Well, except by my neighbors. And the rest of the population of La Canada, California. They knew. And they gossiped about it a bit, I guess.

Right. And anyone who read the official government documents (such as my birth certificate) that acknowledge my whiteness.

The fact is, until Carl confirmed that he'd also heard this rumor, no one else really knew for sure if I was white. Well, except for my friends and family.

Or anyone who read that article on the front page of the Valley Sun that featured a photo of my husband and me as "fair-haired people who sunburn easily." But at the time I certainly didn't think that identified us as white.

I perceive this as a plot against my husband, hatched by people who disagree with his heroic condemnation of the UCLA Bruins' defenses. And somehow those who are behind this conspiracy of bad sportsmanship keep harping on the fact that Attila the Hub went to USC, and that this might make him more critical of the Bruins' plays vs. the Trojans'.

I sit here blogging, waiting for death to overcome me in my suburban home. Death at the hands of UCLA football fans who have been waiting for public information about my caucasion heritage.

What is the football world coming to? What has happened to my little community in the foothills near Pasadena?

What is to be done?