Sept 26: White Humor

So contrary to popular belief most people in New York aren’t mean. At first glance you could make that assumption but people are still people. As I was leaving the building this morning it begins to rain. A stranger who I have never seen but apparently lives in my building gave me his umbrella and continued his walk in the rain. How nice was that!

Today is what my mom would consider a Tupac Friday. I wasn’t sure why she called them that. Then she told me that on Fridays while she was at work she would play Tupac or Ludacris in her office. I could imagine the look on a co-workers face as the walk into her office to hear I Get Around playing. That’s priceless.

So I was at work today and this older white guy comes up to talk to me. He is one of my favorite people there. He is just so nice. So he comes up to me and says, “Can I tell you who you look like and please don’t get offended.” Uh oh. This can’t be good. “Ok. Go ahead and tell me.” He pauses. “You look like Whitley Gilbert from Fresh Prince of Bel Air.” I just stare at him. “You mean Hilary?” He thinks about it. “Yes yes her. You look just like her and you talk like her and everything!”

I busted out laughing. It was the funniest thing to me. He just jacked up all the black shows. The crazy thing is this isn’t the first time I’ve heard that. I actually have gotten told that I look like her since high school. Or they say a dark skinned version of Hilary Banks. If I look like her does it matter what color? Now I don’t see the resemblance at all. The only thing I can gather is we have the same type of nose…kind of. I don’t know, but I’ve heard it quite a bit.