Last holiday season gave me plenty of food for thought on this all too familiar and often uncomfortable racially-tinged question.
One of my male relatives brought home a date for Thanksgiving who could have been Barbie's twin sister.
She was blonde, thin, big-bosomed, and even had a Germanic name.
She was probably very nice; but I cannot say for sure.
Romantic attraction is subject to the larger social forces of racial prestige and stigma that swirl all around us, and in this environment, black women are losing out.
Genetically speaking, there are no racial categories; race is merely skin deep.For both these men (and to be fair, they were not much older than 20 at the time and thus had plenty of maturing to do), white women were the pinnacle of womanhood -- the prize that they secretly coveted, the emotional weapon that they knew they could wield.But personal moments of rejection are not the driving force behind my resentful feelings about black male-white female relationships now.She was blonde, full figured, outgoing, and outspoken with a saucy southern accent and friendly, expressive manner.Two of my younger male relatives have recently been engaged to white women, and one tied the knot last summer.