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.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
I think to get the pony you need to believe in more than one god.
"I believe in one god. I believe in three. I'll believe in any god who'll believe in me. That's a pact. Shake on that. No taking back."
I had a friend who dated a black guy and her mother actually said "if you can't date a white boy, can you at least date a nice oriental boy?"
My mother once told me that, if I don't marry a Jewish guy, an Asian guy is the next best choice, because Asians put the same value on education that Jews do.
Oh, also: Believe in God. No pony (yet). Not married until past 35 (and yet, even so, managed to squeeze out an alarmingly adorable child, even with my decrepit and decaying egg supply).
(Srsly. I've several times come across message boards where idiots in their early twenties chirpily proclaimed that daring to get knocked up after 30 is tantamount to child abuse.)