|Amanda:||Your type of guy is at Renaissance Faires, or Theatre Festivals or, fuckin, Shakespeare... book signings!|
"I’m giving a presentation tomorrow on the experience of African American males growing up in America."
"What’s the thesis?"
"Hundreds of interviews have been conducted, and we’ve found that not only do most African American males fail to acknowledge institutional racism, they mainly tend to blame themselves for their failures. They say things like they didn’t work hard enough, or made too many mistakes. They don’t understand that they weren’t afforded the same opportunities."
Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?
Me by Bea
a-wynning asked: Mary had a way of making every person in her life feel special and loved. No stranger to hardship, she took the difficult hand in life she had been dealt and turned it into beauty in everything she did. While her motivation to do most things was somewhat lacking, her motivation to show love to others never failed. Whether it was a kind note for a friend on the bathroom mirror or a text offering to make plans, she always knew what to say. Well spoken, with wisdom beyond her years.
Oh my God Amanda, my heart!