Roommate: Hey, did you see that Amy Winehouse girl? What's her deal? I really like her voice, but I don't know about looking at her.
Me: Oh, she's on crack or something..
Roommate: She reminds me of someone..maybe like Lena Horne
Me: Ummm....not at all. She's a cracked out white girl from the UK
Roommate: Well, it looks like....she's....mixed? with something
Roommate: ....like AFRO-American
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Roommate: You don't think so?
Me: NO, absolutely not! And NO, don't EVER say Afro-American in public again. We're African American. I don't have an afro.
Roommate: Ohhh, it's so confusing, I don't know what to say.....Can I say black????
Yeah, that was a real conversation. And if you forgot, it's 2008. So you see what I have to deal with. I don't get paid to educate people about my race or culture. Figure it out! And don't ever reach in your ass pull out AFRO-American from 1978...just in time for Black History Month. It's a shame. A damn shame. Out of all the times she referred to guys as black this, black that, Hispanic that, Afro-American is the term she used.
What the hell is that??
I immediately googled that term and found that Rev. Jessee Jackson made the term popular. He doesn't even have a damn afro anymore. Everyone is Africa doesn't have an afro, so please, someone tell me how this term was ever affectionately used? It's not an insult, but it doesn't apply. Then again, African American doesn't either. I'm from right here in America.
Speaking of black folks, I was watching School Daze last night. Yes, I was acting out "I Don't Wanna Be Alone Tonight," dance moves and all! I LOVED college. I wouldn't trade it for the world. The pledging, hanging out at the union, parties, parties, parties, crushes (wack) dates, student life....Damn, I really miss it. HBCU college life, can't beat it.
I went to an Erykah Badu listening party on Monday and won four Grizzlies vs. Suns tix. I gave them to my cousin and he, his brother, cousin and my uncle went. Whatever I can do to make someone else happy. I rather watch Making the Band than see Shaq. Sorry.
This Sunday, a friend from college, who happens to live an hour away came to my church. We walked in together. So it looked like we're together. Let me tell you, bringing someone to church is a big deal to me. Granted, he is nice-looking and was looking rather hot in that 3-pc suit, it's not like that. Atleast not right now. I had to run for cover because of everyone (including Mama) asking who my "Friend" was. I don't think it's like that. But we shall see. It's time to start dating again.
It's time for me to forget about That One, even though I'm not ready. At the very least he admitted that he was mad at me for not calling to tell him I was coming to N.O. Hence, us not "seeing" each other. I can't lie, he's hard for me to shake. I finally told him some of the things I wanted to get off my chest for some time. But I didn't tell him everything. This thing we have is the craziest I've ever seen.
In other men news, ironically I have a story assignment to profile the Nomad's job. After seeing him on NYE, it was awkward. I didn't want any physical contact with him. He asked me to spend NYE with him and I declined. Where's the GF? Don't really have one. What is "don't really"? I never called him back....until last night. Now I see how I attract people who are gone with the wind. Because I'm the same way. Anywho, I called to get some info and I did want to see how he was doing, so..the convo was dry. He said it was nice to hear from me and we hung up.
When I called, however, I called from my home phone. He called back and I saw the registered name/owner. Let's just say, it was the GF's name. So I guess as long as he has a phone under her name and she's paying the bill, they're together. What do you think?