OT - The CRAZIEST thing just happened to me...

Lol! That's right! You had back up!

Well, yeah, but I had ME. I'm a force to be reckoned with by myself. But I am trying to keep all that in check these days. ;)

I used to be able to defend myself. But last time I tried I got smacked in the face. Apparently I'm not very intimidating at this size. So now I keep my mouth shut.

I am very sorry this happened to you.  The guy is insane.  The white hood comment fit perfectly.  Coward.  He wants to have his racist say when he hides behind a phone but he calls you with apologies?  Syphillis infested pus hole.

This might be why you should be a Droid, those IPhones make people CRAZY!!!!

HA!

Interestingly enough my daughter has a Droid (can we say OVERINDULGED???). 

Nope we can say your a good Mom and that some people out there in the world are nuts.  I have a funny story for you, you might appreciate the irony here.  I grew up with an extremely racist grandfather, I heard the N word bandied about my entire life and I knew as a small girl it was wrong to judge people based on their skin, or anything else except on their character.  So fast forward to the months before my grandfathers death, my best friend from work was this 400lb Nigerian guy, well he had come with me to my mothers house to help with some technical diffeculty and I remember my mother whispering into my ear, please do not allow my grandfather to see my friend.  I was mortified and upset.  My friend didn't hear my mother but still he was there to help her and even on my grandfathers death bed he had to remain a racist.  So a few weeks later my grandfather died, my mother was an extremely brittle diabetic and we went and made the funeral arrangements and then I had to go pick up my son.  I made sure my mom had eaten a nice lunch and I begged her to come with me to get my son but she refused, she wanted to run out and buy a sweater for the funeral.  A few hours later I get this call, my mother had been in a serious car accident and was Life Starred to a trauma center where she needed immediate surgery.  OMFG.  Seriously I was beside myself.  So my best friend and I rush off to the hospital to sign the release so my mother can have the surgery.  I get home about 5am.  I get a call at 6am from the funeral home asking if I still want to proceed with the funeral.  I had too, my mother was not going to be out of the hospital for weeks if ever.  So now my best friend had to go to work in the morning as she is a nurses aid and they had no coverage.  So I call my Nigerian friend and beg him to go to my grandfathers funeral with me, I had no one to go with, I had just gotten divorced and I was not going to ask my ex husband or anyone on his side of the family.  So my friend agrees to go.  He had never even been to a funeral before, he was in his early 20's at the time and in a walk with this big black Nigerian guy right in front of all my grandfathers family.  I never explained who he was or if he was my boyfriend, I let them all assume.  He even drove my car to the funeral.  When it was all said and done, I said a little prayer to my grandfather.....it went something like this **** you racist, I brought a big black man to your funeral and your entire family now thinks we are ******g.  Ha ******g ha.  Yeah I hate racism, in every form.  Just my tiny payback.  But it made me feel better.  The irony about this story is my Nigerian friends dad was a racist also, and when I went to pick him up at his brothers house when his dad was visiting I was told to park down the street so he wouldn't see me.  His dad didn't like anyone who wasn't Nigerian.  So flip side racism here.  The world is ****** seriously.

Well if that ain't irony, I don't know what is.

I grew up in an all-white suburb (except one other family) and when I was coming up it was still ok in that area to be racist. As a kid, I knew whose houses I was welcome in and who was "prejudiced." (As a child I just knew that meant I could not play there, not what it meant.)

Now I look back and laugh at some stuff I encountered as a child. As I said there was one other black family and they had a son about my age. Everyone always asked if we were siblings. Ok so me = lighter complexioned, multi-racial looking child. Him = coal-black more direct African features. Not that we couldn't be related but any reasonable person looking at us would at least know we didn't come from the same set of parents (his parents were married, my mom was married to my first stepdad at the time). 

I also remember there being a lot of questions in middle school about the frequency that I wash my hair. It is my understanding most caucasians wash their hair every day. I can't speak for all black people but I think it's safe to say we...don't. So there was fascination around that and from well-intentioned kids it was simply a question then move on. For meaner kids (and they were mean just cuz they were mean, not simply because of racial stuff) it was more insistent teasing about it. But then, again, I had internalized a lot of it because that was where I was raised and what I knew.

Moving to a predominantly black area in my early teens messed me up though. Can we say identity crisis??? I wasn't like the other kids in so many ways. I hadn't grown up in the city. I hadn't ever been poor before (and incidentally I have been ever since!), my family instilled the foundational concepts of what we think of as African-American culture but it didn't necessarily cause me to "gel" with my co-horts.

So, I'm a big ball of racial confusion. And being called the "N" word is jarring to me, but oddly more because I am a WOMAN than because I am black. I perceive men to be called that word much more than women. Hmmm...this is bringing up all sorts of interesting thoughts. I may need to blog (on my personal blog, not BF) about this.

I can honestly say I have never utter that word (N) out loud, ever not once, even when people try to make me say it because they think its funny I can't.  I guess now things are different because my bf's generation (he is 15 years younger), they all call each other all sorts of names I cannot say and it's all okay with everyone.  Apparently embracing what used to be taboo names takes the sting out of them when you use them on each other.  We won't even get into my bf and his brother calling each other fat *****  Ugghhhh it all jars me, I cannot call anyone a name at all, no labels no nothing, teasing is teasing in my mind.  I guess because I grew up very emphatic to other peoples feelings it makes all that stuff hard for me to take, I get they are joking with each other and no one takes offense, but just don't ask me to say it.  I can't say any of those derogatory terms.

Girl, who you telling?

My female friends are all on Facebook like "***** please" and "shut up *****!" AND THESE ARE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT! They will just as easily say "I am always there for my *****es!!!"

I dare you to call me a ***** Just once. I dare you! LOL.

I call people by their given names. Heck I don't even tend to call people by their nicknames. I am the only person on the green earth that doesn't call my girls father Tony. His mama named him Anthony, I'm going to call him Anthony. :)