Double Duty Part 2

Well, I was supposed to write 2 entries on Saturday, but I did not get the chance to since I was running around getting ready for this Med School Prom thing. So I guess I will write two entries today! One for yesterday, and one for today! YaY!

So I have a friend from church who invited me to come along with her and her friends to some event called a Medical School Prom. Some kind of formal, similar to the formal parties (lol, formal, more like house!) that E-Council officially/unofficially promoted during the OSU years, or like the Viterbi Ball during the Southern Cal years. A once-a-year event where people got together, partied, drink, etc... So I meet up with her friends, and go out to eat dinner, and then went to another house before going to the prom. She then introduced me to some of the coolest caucasian ladies I have ever met in a very-very long time. I am giving them all shout outs (and I hope my friend from church lets them know of this entry) because they were:

- Mad cool!

- Easygoing

- Great to talk to

- Did not give me any negative vibes

- Did not make me feel like they thought I was 'nothing' to them since I was not a med school student (unfortunately, I have encountered that, but not from them).

Oh and get this... During The Prom... They.... Even.... DANCED WITH ME!

One of them even told me about "Chapel Hill Women." And explained to me how there is some ratio imbalance of men-to-women, and how the men, as this one lady explained, treated the women, "like dicks." I am not sure if it applied to her ethnic group or women in general, but if that is true, it could explain some (not all) of the classless behavior I have been encountering since setting foot in this area months ago. Especially from those who went to school in this area. 

My personal view on the matter is this: Though you were mistreated, it is still no excuse for how you behave towards the new people you meet in your life. Do not penalize me for the actions of others. They are not the sole representatives of the gender. 

Lord help me, if I ever adopt that type of mentality. 

The person who told me about "Chapel Hill Women" was one of the mad-cool white girls that I met that night. She even told me what kind of doctors I need to start seeing now that I am in the real world and living my life. 

When all of us went to the prom, we had fun. We all drank and danced. And when I danced with one of them, she held her own, and she was not afraid to dance with this yankee! Thats what I am talking about! Talk, chat, drink, dance, have fun, make no conclusions about the other person, learn something new. I hope all of us get a chance to hang out again.

Sistas at the Med School Prom on the other hand... D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T Story... 

With the exception of the sistas that came from our group, and another sista that I knew from a friend of mine years ago... The phrase "You cant even touch them with a 10 foot pole" now has new meaning. I tried to talk to a couple of them, and they were not even interested in meeting me. It was sad. I even tried to dance with two of them and they were not having it. It was not like I was trying to my grind on... I even politely explained to one who was supposedly out on a date that one dance is not going to change the fact that she will not go home with her date at the end of the night. She was very attractive, at first. Not anymore, to me. No real explanation as to why, but even when I tried to strike conversation, they were looking away, distracted, not smiling, I mean, goodness. Not looking good!

I am also beginning to notice a very alarming ethnic role-reversal. Let me explain. It is no surprise that the Yankee is multi-ethnic. I would like to think that I have the best of all worlds ;-). Anyways. Socially speaking, growing up... 

The sistas were VERY kind to me. They kept me going. They motivated me. They saw the spark in me. Hey, I was very smart for my age (started school early!), and going though school, they saw that. They respected me. My first kiss was from a sista. All of my relationships so far, have been with sistas.

White and Asian girls back then... Not so nice. They talked about me, they cracked on my sisters, out of jealousy. They have systematically 'done things' to make me feel excluded. They have done the same to my sisters out of jealous hatred. And they were not afraid to attempt to let their white and asian boys at the time, try to show me 'how the world works.' 

Lets just say that I have never lost a fight to ANY of them! And I will leave it at that.

Fast forward to the social scene, present day.

White and Asian ladies now... My how it is way easier to talk to these groups. Now they are the ones showing me a lot of love! When I talk to them, they engage me. They are showing their down-to-earthness. They laugh with me, they drink with me, they have fun with me, and they even dance with me. They are showing me a newfound respect that I have never seen before, not even in childhood. I do not know the source of their newfound attraction towards me, but I know that I respected them back when they hated me, and I respect them now. 

Just because the white and asian girls back then treated me like a second-class citizen does not reflect or represent the entire group. And I am not going to penalize future white/asian women who come into my life because of the dumb actions of a pathetic few.

Sistas now (Containment area, and general area)... Not So Nice. Again, socially speaking, of course. The ones I have encountered have already made up their minds about me. It looks as if I keep meeting the wrong ones. So far, either they have given me their (wrong) number, stood me up on dates, broken dates (which I do not tolerate), do not want to dance or drink with me, never respond to a voicemail (after a failed attempt to call to talk to them), the list of charges goes on. 

This was unheard of in Los Angeles, and Columbus! As materialistic as Hollywood may seem and as Midwest as Columbus could be, the sistas there knew what they had and though some of them disrespected me, it was not as many and it was not to the extent of the classlessness I have encountered from the sistas in this area. 

Just because I am running into the wrong ones now, does not mean I am going to penalize the next sista I meet and welcome into my life. She has done nothing to deserve anything less than my personal best. And I remember how sistas treated me growing up. It goes a long way in this yankee's life! 

It would be a sad day in the development of this human being when I begin to penalize the women I meet because of a pathetic few. I refuse to believe that the way mom and dad brought me up no longer applies to this world. I must stick to these ideals. They make me who I am. It forges my actions, and reflects my character.

I just wish the right ones see that. 

These are the words of an educated yankee!