Actual conversation from my 2nd day of rehearsal.
"Hey, man, I haven't met you yet. My name's Awkward Dude."
"Hi. K Lance. Nice to meet you."
"So...you were in Steak City? Doing Famous Black Play?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, that's cool, man. Yeah, I was supposed to be in the production that we did here in the fall, but I wasn't, because, you know, I'm not colored."
Pause.
"Yeah. We're not calling ourselves that anymore."
"Oh. Yeah. Right. I knew that."
End of conversation.
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He did NOT say that, did he???
Please tell me you're kidding.
I guess there are worse things he could've said, but that one's pretty bad.
Wish I were - the story is totally true. I don't know what it is about me...people just seem to get diarrhea of the mouth around me...
STOP IT!!!! I just pissed myself. That is just about the most deliciously stupid thing I've heard in about 3 hours and 42 minutes. At least he didn't say he's not a Negro. Or wait, would that have been better?
I can't stop laughing. It hurts.
Negro technically is more politically correct than colored.
still.
I would have said something like "Acutaly I prefer nigger...why not just go all the way?"
Deliciously stupid is an awesome saying.
Good point. I'm colored. Kind of a pinky-beige.
pinky-beige!
I think I am sort of a cafe au lait in the winter, mocha in the summer...with a touch of red undertone.
That is what I am going to call myself from now on. On applications where they ask your ethnicity I am going to say:
"Cafe-au-lait-in-the-winter-mocha-in-the-summer-with-a-touch-of-red-undertones-American"
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