So I'm at the library and I'm trying to check out my books at the self-help machine and I don't have my card, so I go to the librarian who's there to help, and as she takes my books and starts looking up my number, I notice that her skin is as white as mine. I mean, like really light skinned.
- And?
But she's black. Or African American.
- If she's as white as you, man....
Because her hair is full of those things, what are they called, corn rolls? They're actually kinda cool-looking, because she has them colored like red hair and blond hair mixed in with brown hair, and they were all linked together like in one long chain, and I could also tell that she was African American by her accent, but then I noticed that she had this Grecian nose, like not an African American nose.
- So you're thinking maybe you're looking at someone like that Rachel Dolezal chick?
Well, not really, because she definitely had an African American body.
- Man, now what the hell do you call an African American body?
She had - you know - the curves.
- You mean the booty.
Well, I wouldn't be like that, you know.
- Son! I never knew! You're attracted to black women!
Look, I'm just trying to tell you about this lady I saw.
- I still would never let you date my sister. Just sayin.
Look, all I'm trying to say is, at some point, this girl had a choice. She could identify as either. What made her identify in THIS way. Not saying either way is right or wrong. Just wondering if there's something in our culture or society or whatever that makes people identify as either this or that.
- I still can't get over the fact that you were checking out the booty.
Come on, dude. Don't be rude!
- Did you at least get her number?
.... no.
- Well, then you'll never know the answer to all your questions, now will you?
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