Since I started college, I’d always pride myself on my diverse group of friends. One night, a bunch of us went out to Ihop. We took a look around and realized that we pretty much look like the United Nations.
Another time, years later, a small group of us was hanging out, engaging in shenanigans. One of our newer friends, a white guy, looked around and said, “Man. You guys make me feel pretty white bread.”
I looked around, and I realized I was the only black friend – black as in, not mixed.
All of my biracial and multiracial friends are beautiful and come from interesting families. Thinking of it that way, it’s kind of hard not to feel like a ho-hum plain Jane.
I mean, take ice cream, for example. I always opt for the most delicious mixes of flavor.
But I have to remember that vanilla and chocolate are still classic flavors.