If we went only by my menthol smokes, my ability to dance to any beat, the 15" speaker that i had to remove my backseat to install when i was younger and the skin color of half my friends, never graduated high school, i wonder what people would assume i am? Ill give a hint...I cant jump, not even a foot high!
On the other hand, i have a friend that enjoys jazz and country music, eats sushi on the regular, smokes camel lights, drives a Jeep Wrangler and hates it when i play my music loud, and got her Masters from USC, I wonder what people would think she is without seeing her? Ill give you a hint, she played basketball in college...
Hmm...so a girl wanted to know if black people vaped. Maybe she was curious? maybe she wanted to know if there more people of her own race that shared this connection.
Either way, anyone should be able to ask a question without being attacked or assumed a hater just because she mentioned race. this was in No way a derogatory statement, nor offensive. Why the big deal?
I guess the reason race has never been a big deal to me, is well, because its not a deal to me. We are what we are, everyone should embrace our differences and be thankful we have them. without different shades of color, without different textures and cultures, without curiosity, without expression, we would have no reason to be here. THIS right here, these differences, is what makes life worth living. Explore the unknown, ask what you dont know, learn, coexist, empower yourself with the knowledge of difference without losing urself in the process, embrace ur own culture without criticising another, eliminate IGNORANCE and fear of the unknown. ITS OKAY to ask questions.....questions break barriers, for without the freedom to learn about one another, wed ALL be ignorant to the BEAUTY of another.
This thread hit home when I read it bc my BF in high school, Marcie, was killed by a drunk driver who jumped up in court yelling racial slurs at her family. It was horrifying, as if he didnt do enuff already. It really made me think, even 16 yrs later, how happy I was to grow up in a household that wasnt racist.
Marcie was always just Marcie, not "black Marcie", not "white Marcie", not "Indian Marcie".......she was Marcie. She was everything I needed in a best friend, and nothing else...