And it’s not just because you like the icy glow of their skin against the fluorescent lights. According to MadameNoir:
For whatever reason, White men just don’t have children sprinkled all over the world like Black men. And, if they do, most of them were married to the mother at some point. Sure, they divorce but you can only divorce if you at least attempt a marriage.
Ever wonder why White people can date the friends of exes and so on? It’s because they don’t let the past hinder the present. Promiscuous Black men think they deserve to settle down with virgins, and allow past relationships to haunt the present. Not White men. They have no problem turning a hoe into a housewife.
Intimidation and insecurity are two reasons for the rift between Black men and women. As a result of their insecurities and low self-esteem, Black men are intimidated by the strength of an educated and ambitious Black woman. Rather than seeing her as a strong teammate, she is a threat to their manhood. Thus, they feel the need to overcompensate. White men, on the other hand, are more secure. What Black men see as threatening is what makes a great wife and business partner to them.
Some people might say this article is based on the author’s own general assumptions, and doesn’t take a lot of different personalities into account. Not me. But then, I only date men from Southeast Iowa who are one quarter Native American. They’re the best. They make me dream-catchers with the Field of Dreams logo on them and it. is. awesome.
Look, obviously, we don’t live in a colorblind society. And we all have preferences about other people’s physical appearances Seriously, if this article was this woman saying “I really do like how white guy’s skin reflects fluorescent light”, I would think that was her own funny quirk and just a matter of personal preference.
But you’re getting onto some shaky ground when you start saying that one race is better at being in relationships across the board, because it rules out a lot of individuals who may not fit your preconceived pattern. Basically, I don’t think Obama has children scattered all over the world. And I really don’t think that all black men are just hopelessly insecure. And I don’t think… well, I could go on, but I think you get the gist of it.
I have a loony notion that I’m just going to throw up for kicks: how about we try to judge mates on the qualities of their character rather than the color their skin? Somebody said something like that, at one point. I’m heading back to my dream-catcher, now.