How to find your own Barack
Just when I think black women couldn't get any more oblivious, I read a story like this one I read on the Root the other day, about what single women can learn from Michelle Obama.
It's all about how Barack Obama isn't a very good dancer, as evidenced by his appearance on the Ellen Degeneres show last year, and how his ears stick out too far, and how his dumb ass spent the '80s and '90s working as a community organizer, when he could have been making bank working on Wall Street, or for a big law firm. And yet, Michelle had the good sense to stick with him. And now look - her and her mama and her two kids get to live in the White House, and go on fancy vacations to France, and date nights in Manhattan, and so on and so forth. If only more black women would lower their standards a bit, perhaps they could find their own Barack Obama.
The date night in particular must have struck a chord with legions of lonely black women. Yesterday, my boy Ian the Canadian sent me a link to an AP story about how Barack has become shorthand for what black women are looking for in a man these days. Like, rather than asking each other if they've found an IBM, i.e. and ideal black man, or, for those of us old enough to remember the t-shirt, a BMW, i.e a black man working, black women are asking each other if they've found their Barack. Of course, they haven't.
Reading the story in the Root, you can't help but wonder if it's occurred to these women that Michelle might be Barack's charity work, and not vice versa. Never mind how his ears look, or if the nigga can't dance - you know he's half white! Barack Obama would have been perfectly fine without Michelle. If he wasn't so adamant about going into politics, where you have to be married, he could be single right now, putting up Scott Baio numbers. Or he could get himself a smoking hot white chick, like any number of other successful black men. Michelle, meanwhile? Perhaps not so much. Yeah, she's strikingly tall and skinny for a black chick. And yeah, she's remarkably intelligent and successful in her own right. But, lest we forget, this country is full of wealthy black women who couldn't buy a husband.
The numbers just aren't on their side. And having a black woman with a BMW on TV ad nauseum isn't gonna help matters any; it's just gonna get their heads all gassed up for no reason. If black women really want to find a husband, they need to stop sweating whether they can find a man like the president, or if they need to lower their standards, and focus on what they can do to make themselves more desirable.
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