My white BIL is married to a black woman (Haitian) and my white SIL is married to a black man (Bahamian). I don't think we have any Asian representation in my family yet.

God, yes. The Girl's parents are so busy being annoyed I'm a Woman, they've completely missed the Not A Jew thing.

I had classmates in college, a nice Filipino Catholic boy and a nice New Jersey Jewish boy, who struggled mightily against it for several years but finally admitted they were in love, and both sets of parents somehow managed to be doubly crushed: If you have to like other boys (and really, do you have to, really?), couldn't you at least have found another Catholic/Jew? You almost had to admire them for pulling it off; it was like a double salchow/triple lutz combination move of wounded-parent bigotry.

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I might be skewed in what I notice, being as those are the only black white relationships I'm likely to get into, but I do think they're much rarer too.

Embarrassingly, outside of Buffistas I know next to no black women, but AFAIK all but one of them are either dating or married to white guys. Though obviously my sample size is statistically... it'd have to get a hell of a lot bigger just to achieve insignificance.

Also, they're almost all actorly/arty/writerly/RenFaire people dating or marrying strictly within those communities.

One of my best friends from college is in a black woman/white man marriage. And someone I used to work with is in the same kind, as well.

Of not many mixed black/white relationships that I know, they're almost all of the black woman dating/married to white man variety. I'm aware that this is unusual on a larger scale, though.

God gives ponies to people who believe in Him.

Wait, what? Damn, because I got the lot that doesn't allow horses.

As an Asian woman, I've dated pretty much every ethnic heritage category you can check on a form, with pretty widely varying reception. We still get some flack for our Japanese-American/Caucasian marriage.

The generation prior to mine was all full blooded Japanese all the time. Fortunately I'm among the youngest of the cousins in my generation and by the time I got to marriageable age we'd brought in pretty much every possible combination in true Hawaii style.

My sister & I both married white guys. I told my mom I'd be happy to date nice Japanese boys if I'd ever met one who wasn't my cousin. Transplanting from Hawaii to rural Ohio significantly lessened my dating field of Asians.

You'd probably have a pony, too. God gives ponies to people who believe in Him.

Okay, the wind just markedly kicked up.

God gets Mad when you mention the pony thing.

Sometimes I think if God really wanted to stick it to me, I'd be married by now. Although I'd like to meet that Special Someone and all that. But if I married the one who asked, instead of being here, I'd probably be in DC(Yay!) pretending to be the world's palest Latina housewife...(I don't think so.) He was a very sweet man, and made my pulse race(although maybe not enough...) but I don't want a controlling MIL who isn't crazy about me and wishes he'd picked a Catholic girl. Or at least, not if he's not willing to publicly defend my heathen ass, we're not built to last, you know? The one he dated after me put on 2 weddings to please Loco Mom, and it was only then that I really "chose my choice" at the risk of quoting Charlotte from SATC, and stopped thinking of it as WEDDING FAIL.

ChiKat, you'd be married if only you'd fast for eleven Tuesdays straight and repeat this one mantra eleven times a day.

I think of this as P-C's mom's Fizzbin requirement.

Okay, the wind just markedly kicked up.

God gets Mad when you mention the pony thing.

I saved my clothes, though. And then made banana bread. (One has nothing to do with the other.) It's in the oven now and smells yummy.

Ha! I do love Fizzbin.

I saved my clothes, though. And then made banana bread. (One has nothing to do with the other.)

If only you saved your clothes, you would have made banana bread.