NO!

JUST FUCKING NO!

STOP RIGHT FUCKING THERE!

STFU AND BACK SLOWLY AWAY INTO A LAND WHERE YOU CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE.

DICK.

So I’m not really one to talk about race and racism. More often I’m joking about the subject so yeah here goes. I’m moving to New York—the suburbs of New York. The place I’m moving is apparently super segregated and super racist. That’s right Super RACIST! Able to spout stereotypes in a single bound.

So I’ve been looking for roommates in the area because yeah all the stories about New York being expensive aren’t jokes. I put up my photos and wrote a lil ditty about myself (Not Jack and Diane…omg no one is going to get that reference) and off we go. A few responses trickled in but definitely not many so I got discouraged. I started to wonder….to worry…to fear something a 2012 minority just doesn’t ever want to think about—Could it be my race?

So I started a second account. At first I put no photo up. I wanted to see if an unconfirmed race was better than a confirmed black race. I emailed a few of the same people with the same information.

Did I get a response?

Yes ,within minutes from someone I had previously contacted twice under my black profile.

Next I used a white chick’s photo. I won’t post it here because I google searched Becky (Why? because “OMG Becky look at her butt” Of course we never knew if Becky thought the same as her stupid friend) and I emailed a few but then got busy with not torturing myself about confirmed racism. I found I didn’t even have to contact all who shunned black me. White me was perfect and they contacted her.

So I decided to up my game. I decided to make white me worse. Black me works for a finance company and has the credit history that’s required to work in that industry but I figured white me works for 7/11 as a clerk. She doesn’t make half of what I make. Also she had a small criminal past.  Would this deter anyone?

Nope. More responses.

I found myself googling these peoples handles and finding out about them. I wanted to know more about their lives outside of being racist.  I  dreamed about setting up a fake meeting to confront them with a camera crew. I’d say “have a seat…right there..yeah right there”.

In the end ,I let it go. I can’t change their mind. Becky is white and she is better than me. That’s all there is to it. Moving on. I will say that I’m from the South. The “awful, racist” South. I’ve never had these issues or worries here.