Hispanic women dating black man
I compulsively count the mixed couples I know and tally the various combos—white man plus Japanese woman, Mexican woman plus Jewish man, black man plus Vietnamese man.I spent the ’80s fielding the question while my teachers and the Benetton ads insisted there were other colors in the racial rainbow just as worthy.That they forget your anniversary or Valentine’s Day, or you have to be present at every single family member’s birthday party.Even distant cousins and friends of distant cousins.
My pedicurist asks who Dat is, and I say he’s my boyfriend.
Once you’ve got a few family gatherings under your belt and struggled to get your opinion across, one of two things will happen.
You’ll either give up and sit muted in the corner (but that won’t go down well with the MIL) or you’ll get louder.
So now, mixed children riding shopping carts through Kroger elicit my silent hopes that they aren’t getting grief from grandparents on either side. I know that bias and anecdotal evidence do not make for winning Internet arguments.
Once, a coworker, a white woman my age married to a black man, accused me of being oversensitive when I complained about strangers’ reactions to my own interracial dating.