“I think this year; I’m going to seriously contemplate getting a boyfriend. Not get a boyfriend, but really think hard about it”
“Well good. Does it matter if he’s white or black?”
“Nope. Just as long as he’s not a Republican. I don’t date Republicans.”
“Are you serious?”
Watching Jungle Fever makes my head reel. I can find myself enjoying the occasional Spike Lee joint, but the premise of that movie makes my eyes roll so far back into my head that they hurt. I hate that movie. I’ve watched, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it annoys the shit out of me. And really, who gives a fuck? I sure as hell don’t care, what color the future Mr. Heather B is, but if I see a “Bush/Cheney Rocks My World” bumper sticker on the back of our Mini, I’m going to flip my shit. There will be no joint memberships to the NRA. And if the man utters “Alito is my Hero” within 14 feet of me, I’ll cut his ass faster than he can say “Evil Doer”.
I've always been perplexed at the lists of reasons for not dating someone that people come up with and a lot of times race is on that list. Not something important like one's stance on abortion or the over taxing of the middle class, but race. It completely boggles my mind. And of all things, why should it matter?