Hey everyone! Thanks SO SO much for the new follows on twitter and tumblr and for the new “likes” on Facebook! I’ve been overjoyed by the recent amount of submissions and love the blog has been getting!! This week has been so crazy for me (stress!!:/) and I know I have neglected this blog but next week you guys are in for a few treats :). Back to consistency is where FBG is headed!
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So I’ve had a few people suggest to me that I make a personal blog so that you all could get to know me better. I think that’s a great idea except I’d probably neglect it having to deal with so many other things. I’d probably forget to post! lol. So I came up with this: Ok, I know you’ve all heard of TMI Tuesday , right? Well I’m gonna introduce to ya’ll Get To Know Me Thursday which will be posts of experiences I’ve had or updates on what going on with me so if you don’t have me on FB or Twitter you will feel like you can always relate and connect with me! Also, if you decide to do posts like this tag them “get to know me thursday” or let me know so I can check it out.
Okay , today tonight I wanna talk about an experience I had about a year ago. What sparked me to write this post was the most recent satire video blogger Chescaleigh made entitled “Sh*t White Girls say … to Black Girls” [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylPUzxpIBe0] A lot of people are getting worked up over it or offended calling it “racist” but the video is just a collection of things that have been said to her by white girls. With the exception of “My grandmother hates collards” and “I’ll call you back an Oprah re-run is on” all of those have actually been said to her in real life. Looking at the video, I laughed because I had heard some of them as well, but it made me remember a few thing’s I’d heard that she didn’t mention.
Last January I was getting ready to fly to Florida to embark on an amazing journey as a member of the Disney College Program. I had alot of fun, met alot of interesting people and made some really good friends. When I arrived, I had 5 other roommates in a pretty nice apartment, two to each room. There was one other black girl, one mixed (Peruvian and white) and three white girls, one of whom was my roomie! We had been corresponding a month before we arrived so we felt like we’d get along pretty well until one day..
Whip My Hair was on. It was still a hot song at the time and I had my weave in which used to be my signature style and me and another roomie were whippin our hair back and forth(I bought it so it was mine). So my roommate walks by and says “You just want to be white, don’t you?” Mind you, we had never had any conflict before and she said it like it was an O.K. thing to say to me and kept it movin’. We stopped dancing and looked at her in shock followed by “What did you just say?”. She repeated herself & I was immediately overcome with a mixture of rage, hurt and confusion. Rage, because I wanted to slap her-she had some nerve! Hurt, because I’m sitting up here thinking of all the times I’d been called “white” by black people & Confusion cuz I really couldn’t decide if I was going to be hurt or angry lol. I half screamed to her with my finger almost in her eye, “Never, EVER have I wanted to be white and never will I want to be! So, Beyonce whips her hair-is she white? Do you think every girl who wears weave wants to be white??Hell No!”. I had to get out of there before I hit her or starting cursing becoming a REAL black girl stereotype & got kicked out of the program.
That made me SO upset because most of my life having gone to a private school, & sometimes being accused of “talking white” by my cousins or friends I had to defend myself to them. It was painful and often frustrating. Never EVER had a white person said that to me. It was also ironic for her to say that to me, because although I had gone through times were I was insecure ,at that point in my life I was completely past that phase and truly confident in my skin! How dare she tell me who I am. I left to go on a walk, call my mom to rant and get some advice. I returned when I was calm and tear-free. While I was gone my black roommate had been doing damage control trying to explain to her while I had been upset because apparently she didn’t understand why. I had nothing to say to her.
First she had an attitude, not understanding why I had to leave or even why I was offended. I left because I didn’t want to punch you. Basically her excuse for saying that was because where she’s from (Mississippi) the girls are “loud, ghetto, wear FUBU, and have babies just to get a check”. She was apparently surprised that me and the our other black roommate “had ambition, goals, were pretty and dressed nice (with labels that she wore too)” -_____- SO all of that made us more like HER than like black girls in her mind. Way to stereotype. She apologized but I didn’t talk to her for a while. I didn’t appreciate her ignorance or her telling me who I am or wasn’t and I told her so. Ugh just thinking about that incident makes me squirm.
Anyway, until next Thursday, now you know a little bit more about me!