So I'm in my office
looking at pictures of this grand little pub called Bookhouse Pub working and in waltzes the Office Manager demanding I open the email she JUST sent me.
First off, I HATE when people do that. Don't send me an email and then come in my office so you can watch me read/look at it. You're beginning to waste my time AND make me hate you...simultaneously.
So I open it and it's all these little Black kids. I turn around and look at her...she's White. Why are you sending me pictures of little Black kids...that's what I wanted to blurt out but my diarrhea of the mouth was cut off by her sputtering out, as she excitedly got all in my 18 in. bubble to point out this one little girl in the front row, that this was her goddaughter.
Ok....and I care because? Because I'm Black? Please get out my office. I don't give two shats about you or this little nappy headed heathen, ok? And before I could give her the glare of death to beat it, she says, "You can't even tell she's mixed!" I ACTUALLY bit my tongue and then I calmly turned around and said, "Oh, you can tell when people are "mixed" (doing the quotation marks with my fingers)?" I heard a little nervous stutter come out of her throat as she said "Well her brother and sister have blonde hair and blue eyes, with white skin".
I have cousins with blonde hair...and blue eyes. As a matter of fact, my sister had this dirty blonde colored hair when she was born and although it darkened as she got older, it wasn't/isn't ever brown hair. I had blue-ish gray eyes when I was born (up until I was about 3) so I fought everything within to not shake my head at her and ignore everything else out of her mouth. She goes on. See, this is why I usually nip it in the bud. So they will go away but no...my silence is their cue to continue with their foolish banter.
She goes on to tell me what the picture is of blah, blah, blah. Then comes more asinine jibberish from her. "She has all this curly hair that no one can do nothing with and she always wants to wear it like a White girl but she looks crazy and she is nothing like normal Black kids. She listens to country music, likes hunting, owns fatigues. She's a little redneck at heart; I blame that on her grandaddy cause that's where she gets it from, you know? He's White. But she has REALLY long hair and..."
I zoned out....I HATE when people do this like only ONE particular race can be something or the other. I forgave her country ass though...as soon as she left my office. She grew up in a small town where everyone looked the same (not LITERALLY the same, but the same as in, the majority of residents were all one particular race) and you just might get shot if you're Black and look in the direction of a non-Black. Bless her heart...damn bumpkin.
I didn't even get to finish my coffee because her babblage about stupidity.