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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

It Ain’t Right, But It’s OK

Looking back at Snoop Dogg’s gelastic explanation last week that rappers can call women nappy-headed hoes as long as it’s relevant to the minds and souls of said rapper, it got me thinking about the all-too-blatant double standard that plagues society today. I mean, on any given Sunday in or around my city you can drive around and see Tyrone or Shaquita walking hand in hand with some random-ass Thaddeus or Susie, while LaToya and Craig look on in disgust.

Now, I’m all for interracial relationships. Not to get on a soapbox or anything, but it’s living proof that after thousands of centuries of gang rapes from white slave owners, we are finally beginning to live the dream of African-American scholar Rodney King’s where blacks and whites are getting along without crashing a cinder block over one another’s heads. Besides, if black people are having trouble remaining faithful to one another (don’t front), who’s to say they won’t find love in the freckled arms of some red-headed, blue-eyed cracka-ass cracka?

The obvious downside, of course, is the backlash black people (and by people I mean men) get when they get the balls to bring their white mates into the public eye. All too many times have I seen black women roll their eyes when they see their beloved black kings holding hands with some random-ass P.A.W.G., as if they’ve committed the most heinous crime this side of lynching, which is just wrong. However, when a movie like Something New comes out, it’s perfectly fine for a black woman to get banged by the first Crocodile Dundee-looking cracka that happens to look past their weave. Huh?!

I too have been an unfortunate victim of the double standard. Every once in a while at my job I’ll get to see, and at times chitchat with, a hot white chick. But alas, I simply don’t have the balls to ask any of them out on a date for the plain fact that I’m scared of being “ostracized” by the black female community as a cracka-loving sell-out. However, when I was in New York last summer hanging out with some of my twin sister’s fine-ass female friends, they all agreed it was perfectly fine for a “sista” to get up on some corn-fed, lumberjack-looking cracka-ass cracka. What’s up with that?

I think we all should agree that is possible for men and women to find love in anyone, whether it’s someone that resembles Mr. April in the latest Alayé calendar (Pause!) or if they look like the principles in that Mighty Casey video. But women, stop looking at black men with white chicks as if it they just committed one of the seven deadly sins. I mean it’s not like they’re your boyfriends.

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