Okay. New blog rule: we will not jump down the throats of well-meaning white girls, okay? The author asks a good question, and it’s not necessarily for us, but in Google-world, this might actually help somebody. Plus, I like soap operas; and she writes one. Â¡Viva la telenovela!
A White Girl Asks, “Beautiful Black Women, What Is The Big Deal?”
By Chris Walton. Check out her fiction blog Leighton Heights.
What am I honestly missing when it comes to black women and interracial relationships? And why, you may wonder, am I asking at all? Iâ€™m a white female, so my curiosity might seem misplaced. Please allow me to explain, and forgive me after if Iâ€™m out of line.
I have a best friend that Iâ€™ve known since the proverbial third grade; Iâ€™ll call her Eve. Weâ€™re both single and heading for 30, with her living in our hometown Seattle and me having relocated to Canada for my career. We talk a lot and lately itâ€™s been about relationships, and how sheâ€™s worried sheâ€™s going to spend the rest of her life alone because she swears that 30 is over the hill. (That puts me in a great position being a few months older than her, LOL!) Eve is the total package from my point of view: sheâ€™s a pharmacist, just bought her own home, sheâ€™s funny and
give-you-the-shirt-off-her-back-when-youâ€™re-in-need type of sweet.
Did I forget to mention that sheâ€™s beautiful? A shapely body I would die for, skin the color of chocolate, pretty dark eyes, and awesome hair like that new musician Esperanza Spalding (no homo, LOL). But she doesnâ€™t date often, and whenever she does mention a new man in her life, heâ€™s gone after a month or so. Thinking back, she never really dated in high school or college, either.
Now, I remember a few years back I got into a relationship with a black man. Eve once made a funny comment that I snagged â€œthe last living good man in Americaâ€, and that got me thinking. Sure, the guy was nice and treated me well and had a career, but so did plenty of other men I personally knew â€“ and a few of them had actually asked me about getting to know Eve. I had only ever seen Eve date black men, and I asked her about it. Her answer was that she could never date outside her race. I was like, â€œthis is 2008! (at the time) Are you serious?â€ She started to get upset, and we never spoke about it again. But I kept thinking, wondering, and finally a Google search titled â€œare black women afraid to dateâ€ led me to Beyond Black & White
where Iâ€™ve been lurking since.
I just donâ€™t see what the issue is. If you can have white and Asian and Hispanic and whatever else race of friends, why canâ€™t you have a white/Asian/Hispanic/other boyfriend or even husband? I donâ€™t think this is new thinking. I notice many more interracial relationships with black men, but black women are doing it, too, and the world knows it. Relationships between men and women are n-o-r-m-a-l, and thatâ€™s all that white/black/Hispanic/Asian/other men are – men. Or am I wrong?
I love my best friend to death, and I also love to write fiction in my spare time. Eve was actually the inspiration for one of the main characters introduced on my new blog. I just think that a great woman like her deserves to be happy and have her wedding dreams fulfilled like any other woman. I wish Eve would take advantage of all the interested potential out there and maybe look beyond a manâ€™s skin color.
Heck, I would ask her out if I were a man, but she says Iâ€™m just a friend! 🙂
Dan da daaaaaaa! Will Chris, the soap-opera writer, get fruitful answers to her question without being called a silly white chick? Will Eve finally wake up and smell the Steve? Will Chris, the editor-in-chief of Beyond Black & White, recover from the discovery that non-black females religiously read her blog??