Which reminds me: I hear Jeff Goldblum is into younger women.
in a fight, even if he's shorter than the rest of the boys. I love sharing my culture with a man who understands where I come from — the traditions, the food, the Spanglish. According to a 2012 report, Hispanics make up 45 percent of interracial marriages.
I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015).
” didn’t become frequently asked questions until I began attending school at Towson University (TU) as a freshman.
My parents, who’d hoped we would hold on to our culture, were like, “What did we do wrong?
”After a while I began to ask that same question of myself.
I’ve felt we could relate in ways I couldn’t with a white partner. After hundreds of years of social conditioning, the same way the brain says “hot, don’t touch” when it sees fire, it may say “not for me” when presented with a potential partner of another race.) I’m not saying you have to make a solemn resolution to date a person outside your race this year; I’m justsaying you should stop assuming you won’t. When things don’t work out now, I try not to get defeated by that Ok Cupid data: Instead I tell myself that I’m not looking for those dudes who rate black women poorly. When I do, I will have made that choice from a fully formed place, and I’ll be with my partner because I truly love him or her, not because I don’t love myself.
My biggest fear was that no one wanted to choose me because I was black, and yet I felt guilty for doing the same thing, since the only black person I’d ever dated was that boy in sixth grade. At first I ignored the Ok Cupid blog post, but it put a pin on the race issue, like a little red flag I’d be forced to come back to.
The truth was, at the time I felt I shared a stronger commonality with people who were white. And things shifted in me after the killing of Trayvon Martin, as more and more black folks got shot and tensions between the police and people of color reached a fever pitch.
One crappy October morning, I was sitting at my desk in the production office for the film I was working on (pretending to be busy), when I opened a link from a friend to an Ok Cupid blog.
The dating site, which I’d been on forever, had collected internal data on how much a user’s race affected the response rate she’d get after making the first contact.
And the people in my white hipster bubble I thought I had so much in common with? But as hurt as I felt, I would eventually look back at this as the start of a journey that would change the way I saw myself.