Neither of us have witnessed much racism firsthand beyond people sometimes staring when we go out to eat. But last month, something happened while I was working at my job as a waitress at a sports bar and grill that felt like it changed my whole world.
I would be lying if I said I had never dealt with rude customers, but usually it's because the order got messed up or a game someone wanted on isn't showing that night.
But after doing some research on the connection between a black woman’s marriageability and her skin color, I realized that this woman was giving voice to a dating problem many melanin-rich women have encountered: colorism Colorism is defined as discrimination against darker-skinned people, especially among members of the same ethnic or racial group.
In other words, the lighter you are, the more privileges you can receive.
” I tried to help this sister see that calling herself “regular” was a sign that she was comparing herself to other women.
Therefore, she was keeping herself from seeing the men who actually did want to date her.
My boyfriend and I started out as friends, like most high school couples do.
We tried dating for a while, but we went to different high schools, and when you're a teenager, 10 miles between you seem like an ocean.
Attention hungry guys: It’s time to stop thinking of rice as that white stuff from the Chinese take-out restaurant that hangs around in the back of your fridge till you fling it. When a business deal falls through, does it feel like your heart is shattered in a million little pieces and you can’t breath? I agree to go fully hoping I meet a nice guy with whom I make a genuine connection and this is why i’m usually disappointed when its just bleh. But how can we apply the same principle for stuff such as getting a job or running a business with matters of the heart? I have never gone on a date just for the hell of it. This night, a table of six extremely drunk guys came in. But by the time one of them blurted out that I am a "fine piece of ass," my patience had worn thin.They weren't my table, but every time I walked by them to fill someone's drink, they catcalled me. I turned around, smiled, and said, "Yeah, my boyfriend thinks so too." I immediately wished I'd stayed quiet.