Yeah, the party would have drawn people in: a bunch of sick, miguided and stoopid light-skinned girls and a rack of color-struck, culturally unaware men (most of whom would have been dark-skinned, I’d be willing to bet). I’m almost tempted to say “let them Negroes have each other. Identify yourself, Sambos, so the reasonable Black folk don’t get tied up in your foolishness”.

A few years ago, I had a dude tell me that when he thinks of an attractive woman, he automatically thinks of a light-complexioned woman. Sure, there are some “fine chocolate girls”, but most REALLY fine chicks are light. Dude telling me this was the color of that dark furniture from Ikea that says “Black Brown”, but when you bring it home and set it next to your brown furniture, you look mix-matchy. That dark.

“but don’t mind Chocolate as much as we mind Light-skinned preference. We actually love it when people of darker-hue receive recognition.”

Great point, though I think India’s success is because she is, in fact, beautiful and talented. Saying you prefer light-skin is taboo, and saying you love “sexy chocolate” is considered a Black Power move. I think it’s all sick.

and T…its morehouse homecoming this weekend…guess who’s gonna be in the A?!!! Me that’s who.

then again, that still doesn’t make much sense to me.

like isn’t it ironic that none of this shit is ironic? but hell, whatever…i’ll be slow. i’ll be dat.

I really enjoy your blog. Your perspective on things is always on the money as far as I am concerned.

Good post.

I get it, it’s about preference, and there has to be something physical that initially attracts one to another … but after that, I’d like to think that I’d be found desirable for traits other than those that were genetically pre-destined.

Eh, whatever. Once, when I told a guy I was dating that I was a toasty color, he told me: “If my toast came out your color, I’d return my appliance.”

Hey!

Thanks for the California love, and you killed me with the random Alanis Morissette reference.