I have long believed that part of our problem with resolving race issues in America is our inability to accurately name what we are. Aside from the occasional Johnny and Edgar Winter, there are no white people. Any child with a box of crayons can tell you that while people are, in fact, beige. The sickly ones are gray. Following this crayon logic, one can easily see that there are really no black people. They are brown. Or perhaps raw umber. or maybe burnt sienna. Frankly, everytime I hear someone comment on America's first black president, I can't help thinking, "No, he's not. He's more like caramel." Which is why I think we should all get in the habit of calling each other what we really are. How can you racially slur a man by calling him "beigey" or "umber"? The answer is you can't. Because that's exactly what he is. The melanin doesn't lie. Buy a box of Crayolas and see for yourself. We are all members of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Can I hear a kumbaya?
For those who have me in Facebook,
I guess you can pretty tell the level of addiction I have on The Big Bang Theory.
It's kinda like my
Breakfast show, Lunch break, Tea Break,
Dinner show and Midnight show.
lol.
and I always find the producer's note at the end quite amusing.
He calls them vanity cards.
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