You know that bit about all black people looking alike to white people? There's some truth to it, and it's not because you're a racist. Well, actually it is, but not in the way you'd think. It's evolutionary. I'm not going to get into a whole big thing about WHY you're racist except to say that thousands of years ago when it was just your little tribe hanging out, making fire and hunting the woolly beasts of the jungle, dreaming of a day when someone, anyone, would invent something called a 'smore,' you were quick to recognize anyone who wasn't in your tribe because anyone who wasn't in your tribe was probably out to kill you, or sell you a bogus subscription to Guns N Ammo. Everyone who didn't look like you looked "Other" and your brain kind of left it at that. (You, busily sharpening your arrowhead by the light of the fire: What's this 'gun' of which you speak?)
The same thing persists today - just another hangover from 99% of human existence where we were all just hunting and gathering and, yes, waiting for smores. (You know what also persists? The fact that women are generally better at finding something in the refrigerator. It's SCIENCE.) This is my way of saying don't feel bad when you have a hard time telling a bunch of people apart if they're all members of a race that you had little or no interaction with. You think Japanese don't all look the same to a bunch of Kenyans?
Which is why I have trouble distinguishing among white men. Oh, sure, they're all over the t.v. and the movies - how can I not tell the difference? Here's how: growing up, the only white man I really saw on a daily basis was my dad. So, check: I know what my father looks like. Fast forward to every law firm event I ever went to and I'd get introduced to a bunch of people, most of them white, most of them men, and when faced with a handful of white men, I realized I cannot tell them apart. And the names don't help, so that eventually I just assume that someone is named Matt and someone else is Dave, which is, more often than not, the case. I do a little better with white women, but not much, which is why when I'm out and about with the lesbos and I get introduced to a bunch of white women, there's a fair chance that I will have already met one or two of them and don't remember them because they all look kind of alike.
So woman from last night, who I met several times previously, next to whom I apparently sat for an hours-long Pride Parade and hung out with on several other occasions in a variety of settings, I'm sorry that I not only failed to recall your name, but I also had no idea that I had ever laid eyes on you before last night. And no, I do not need any more magazines.
