|There’s something intellectual about Chiwetel Ejiofor that I do like|
I’m not much a romantic but I am a bit of a nerd, dork or socially indifferent black girl. What I mean is that I don’t fit into any of the black stereotypes/archetypes much. I am somewhat strange. In high school, I was never black enough for the black people, but not white enough for my white classmates who would just stare at me strangely, if I attempted to relate to them by commenting on any topic they think I shouldn’t know anything about because I am black (Scottish accents, Das Boot, Bon Jovi). I wasn’t much into basketball or Hip Hop, and apparently, I sound white, so it didn’t work for me with the black folks (FYI: I do have black friends). I also didn’t wear the latest designer duds, choosing instead to shop at vintage stores.
If you’re to say something about the taste of black men when it comes to women, it’s that black men like thick women, light-skinned women, and they don’t care about intelligence in women; although, success is a different story. I am not thick, but petite, and I am not light-skinned. I am slightly lighter than Naomi Campbell. But worse. I like Star Trek. My favorite TV show is Big Bang Theory, loved Lost. I may occasionally read theoretical physics textbooks for fun. I do read plenty of books, period.
None of this appeal to many black men.
Moreover, the black men I am into don’t seem to be highly represented among black men in general. I often hear many black women talk about the “swagger” of black men. But, I interpret swagger as arrogance, and I hate arrogance. Cocky black athletes and rappers, particularly, annoy me. I don’t like the way they talk, walk or dress. I hate cornrows on grown men, and baggy pants repulse me.
I despise this look on black men:
You’re probably wondering what’s wrong with Soulja Boy. He looks dashing, doesn’t he? Not to me. I hate the earrings, the sunglasses (at night), and the ostentatious jewelry. It makes him look like a jackass. But, for some reason, black men generally like wearing earrings and sunglasses at night with jeans hanging off their hips and sneakers. It’s uninspiring. I may be bias, seeing as though plenty of black women find this look hot.
Who am I into?
I am into the boy-next-door types, especially if they’re intelligent (see: IT guys; engineers or Spock). The type of men I am into seem to be found among Middle Eastern, South Asian and East Asian types in abundance. And when I find black dudes who fit this type, they’re usually not into black girls or gay. It sucks that not many black dudes are like this type. Instead, I am usually stuck with the wannabe thugs, real thugs, metrosexual or generic pretty boys ( above), and the devoutly religious types which I find somewhat simple-minded–not that they’re not intelligent, but their religion inhibits complex discussions about meaningful things, and Jesus is always on the tip of their tongues.
That’s my relationship with black men. What I don’t like about them, I’ll repeat: swagger, cockiness, arrogance, thuggishness, obsession with vanity, shallowness (chasing thick black women, for example). My overall indifference just seems to come from the fact that I just don’t think many black men appreciate my type. I am different than most black girls. It’s rare to find a black girl who’s a self-proclaimed nerd, for example. However, I am not a romantic, and have never been into obsessing about romance/dating (well, maybe when I was younger), so I think black men and I will continue to have a mutually indifferent relationship–unless a black Spock will come by soon. Hello, Obama: