Mrs. Blue hipped me to some website about inter-racial dating stuff and I was intrigued but I also got the sense from her that I might find it not to be what I expected (and that maybe she had some issues with the website). I wasn’t wrong.
Now I’m just not feeling like promoting this chick’s blog because it seems to have done blown up and gotten really popular already without my help and I don’t like it one bit. Oh its not that I have a problem with dating across those old color lines not at all. Problem is the whole blog seems based on the idea that black women can’t find black men who are worth a crap so they should be actively looking to date outside their race.
Now here’s one of the problems: People typically WANT to date their own race. Nuthin wrong with that it’s just a fact of life. We tend to gravitate towards what we are seeing every darn day in the mirror. So the premise that black women who don’t date outside their race are missing the proverbial boat irks me. Why must they be instructed that success in relationships REQUIRES them to go outside their race? That’s just wrong and dissmisive of the good black men out there dontcha think?
But ya know what really pisses me off no end? This chick refers to nonblack men as “rainbow men”. Now asides from being a silly sounding term this is loaded with all kinds of baggage. I haven’t seen a rainbow yet with pink, white, tan, or olive in it. Only yellow is in the mix so really only the asian guys qualify as being a color of the rainbow. And yet all the other folks are part of the rainbow of fruit flavor but not dark brown (unless middle eastern I guess or maybe Indian) or blue-black are in the rainbow. Sounds kind of self-race-hating to me (since the blog chick is black) that all non-black guys are part of the “light” (rainbows being all about light) and the black guys are the untouchable nasty scary darkness.
Make me sick really.
Yeah inter-racial dating is fine. Yup it can lead you to love and a happy life. But calling everyone who isn’t black a good catch and basically telling black women they’re wasting their time if they chase black men is nasty.
Lord knows I’ve drawn enough attention to blogs with which I disagree.
I assume you’re talking about this blog (Mrs. Blue is on the phone with her dad, so I cannot confirm): http://www.beyondblackwhite.com/
I don’t know anything much about it except for what Mrs. Blue has told me, so I’ll take both of your words about the vibe. But in the interests of full disclosure, we should probably give people the link to check it out themselves.
rainbow men? maybe the blogster is into the ULTIMATE MIXED RELATIONSHIP: herself and a gay guy.
sorta like me and jTHElb saturday night [snickers]after i painted his fingernails each a different color, the night got wild…
more seriously,i’ve met assholes of every race creed color gender adn sexual orientation. it’s the person NOT the package.
now, ‘gorgeous dan’ might disagree, since i have always refused to go out with him. that has nothing to do with his race and everything to do with A) i don’t go out with clients and B)i don’t go out with guys that are soooooo much better looking than me.
btw, my dughter, jTHElb and a few of my friends have met ‘gorgeous dan’
universal reaction: is he single? does he have a borther/son in my age group? is he REAL????
and my favorite:
DAMN!!!!
Now see Mrs. Blue and me we traded some jokes along the same lines that most guys prob don’t wanna be called rainbow men unless they ARE gay…and prob not then either in a lotta cases.
Mrs. Blue did one better though on my riffing with her googly research madness and found something about the “rainbow family” which is some hippy style commune types.
As for Dan well I’ll keep away from him just in case he might tempt me from the arms of Sir Pink. Gotta watch out for guys that make people say DAMN in all caps with four exclaimation points 😉
Hello MS.Pink,
you write:
“Now here’s one of the problems: People typically WANT to date their own race.”
What race would that be? I’m only aware of one race here on planet earth…Human. 🙂