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You ought to know that I used to live in DC; sometimes when I was there, black men would stop me on the street to tell me, Girl, you white, but you got a black girl booty.

In Chicago, it was much the same: Thats some big ass. You may be white, but from the neck down, you a black girl.

So thats how we know that Im white people keep telling me.

You should also know that I was born in New Orleans, and though I dont think I carry an accent, Ive been accused of letting it out when I get mad.


So.I was at a networking event last night for work it was focused toward professionals of minority ethnicity, so it was mainly African American men and women. I dressed up for the event, in this long teal shirt with a bustled butt I actually bought it a year ago, with this event in mind; it was a bloody expensive shirt and I needed an excuse to own it.

I had been at work for 15 hours solid by the time the event was winding down. I was tired and I felt drunk. I was talking to a member of my committee and a group of her friends. They were these gorgeous African American woman, all probably 40-50 years old and just perfect. They were complimenting my shirt, and someone asked me to spin, so I spun, and one of the women told me, pointing to the bustling:



That does great things for you. It almost looks like you got junk in the trunk.

Instantly, before I realized what I was saying, I lifted the tail of my shirt so she could see my butt, and I gave her a real Southern snarl:

Baby, I Got junk in mah trunk.



Youguys, I was Really insulted that she thought my butt wasnt real.and I think for a moment I forgot that Im not black.

The woman from my committee startling giggling at me, saying she had never seen me so "casual."

I laughed and told her that my filter comes off at 5pm, and I was 5 hours past my threshold.