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May 07, 2008 | Tags: none
Not to be frank, but at my age I more or less stopped discriminating on the types of women I found attractive. While I’ve yet to actually date outside my race strangely enough – in a sense defeating the whole non-discrimination to begin with – I’m pretty sure if some random Hindi broad like Priya Rai (look it up) wanted to swallow me, I can’t say I’d reject the offer.

Hell, I wouldn’t even reject a grilled cheese sammich at this point in time. But whatevers.

My main basis with not dating women of a ethnical (or ethical) background, however, is due to the immense amount of bullshit I’d likely receive from my own "peoples," if you will, as if I went all Ron Karenga and joined up with COINTELPRO to take down the Panthers. Call me a self-hater, but I really don’t see the issue with interracial dating, especially since it’s been proven to produce some of the best looking women around at times. Amerie, Mya and Melyssa Ford anyone?

At the same time dating within my community can be as equally intimidating, with a good chunk of women scarred from either abuse, infidelity, daddy issues and baby mama drama. Needless to say it's getting pretty difficult to nab a girl who isn't likely to bug out on the train at any given time.

I could draw a correlation between a man's inability to keep his child supplied in Pampers and the increasingly expensive cost of gas causing said man from being able to purchase said diapers but God(dess) knows I have enough issues to worry about, and being unable to indulge in some gushy stuff every once in a while because I quasi-support baby bail jumping is something I'm not willing to give up at all.

Especially when there are actually guys who are well off financially and still guerilla pimp their way out of child support payments. Take crestfallen entrepreneur Damon Dash and his latest legal entanglement. Now, I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt, as forgetting to re-up on your insulin shots everyday could fuck with your short-term memory, but I find it hard to believe that the same guy who came up with brilliant ideas like the iPod knockoff Roc Box and ugly, clear Pro Keds can't afford to provide some snot-nosed teen enough parental guidance to avoid being used as currency in prison, or worse, an extra in another State Property film.

However, some of the so-called allegations are simply too ludicrous for their own good. While being unable to cook and thus needing someone to spoon-feed you Gerber's may be excusable (I know I couldn't give a shit about food when I was 16!), flunking out of school because your lazy ass can't learn a bus route and needs a driver (I wonder what the mother is doing if she can't take him to school herself. Hmmm...) is just stupid to begin with. Then again we're dealing with a generation brought up on Tickle Me Elmo dolls and other random acts of Faggitry, so it's not like it's surprising these days.

If any smidgen of the petition I glimpsed through (read: barely read) has any sort of truth to it, it's no wonder why we have so many tragic mulattos getting splashed with bum wines in cheap rap videos, with everyone getting the boxes smashed by some blonde hair, blued-eyed cracka ass cracka. But if countless Maury Povich shows have taught me, it's never to take these things too seriously to begin with.
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