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Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I’ve finally entered the “Press This” zone. Matter of fact, right before the holiday break I came across an interesting ‘fact’ and pressed away.

"I've Got The Fever" by JC DaviesApparently, “This Goldman Sachs Lady Will Teach You How To Date Black Dudes.”

Oh, please.

I would’ve flipped the unpress switch but after reading bullet points  of JC Davies’ dusted-off stereotypes for the men of varying ethnicities she’s dated fucked, my Black-Irish was up and running.

From cheap Jewish guys to academically ignorant Black men with huge dicks, Davies’ is an equal opportunity emasculation machine. It makes my happyhappyjoyjoy ecstatic that she’s not queer too. Sue me, it does.

She wants the public to buy her book. That’s about the only thing that makes sense. This economy is tough and roubles are even tougher to come by. Did you know gas is going up to $4.00 a gallon? Nevermind. That’s a post for another day.

In contrast, we have a new blog friend who unashamedly allows a rare candid glimpse into a bisexual woman’s journey. Still, the consistent  asides of attraction to Black men and women and the subsequent unconscious? stereotypical non-sequiturs about them have given me pause more than once.

Interracial Lesbian CoupleIn our Post Civil Right’s era society is either instance an honest natural attraction? An inordinate fascination with a different ethnicity and culture? Or a combination of the two?

Back in the nineties, Essence Magazine ran an excellent series on interracial relationships. There was an instance observed where two young couples were having dinner. Both men were African-American, their dates were White and all four were white-collar professionals. During the dinner conversation, the young men were talking NYSE ‘shop’ , pausing intermittently to explain the basic principle of commodities to their female companions. The observer noted that the ladies traded bored looks and only became somewhat animated when other White diners cast curious, approving, even judgemental looks towards their table. Were they truly interested in the person or as Davies’ so gauchely puts it in her blog, “having their Black experience?”

Obviously penury isn’t her goal in life. There’s no doubt in my mind that JC Davies will make a dollar or two on her soon-to-be published ‘tome’  but she’ll realize soon enough that profit is as profit does.

Ethnicity is not a trophy. There aren’t any awards given for dating outside one’s race or culture. Not a one. 

Consider this pressed.