Category: Amuse Me

After two days of trying to get the confirmation e-mail (I signed up on Wednesday night) you can now finally tell me …

Is my Blog HOT or NOT? [via Barkingmoose]

After watching this I truly wish I had a Mac. I mean, Mountain climbing with video artists … I just don’t get this stuff with my PC.

Link thanks to Statia – if I had Trackback working, I would have read her post sooner. Yet another reason to get it set up. Now. Oh, wait, first she would need Trackback too…

Need a new way to spread the Good News? Well, you too can buy some witty Christian panties! “Well if he’s close enough to read your 100% cotton Evange – lingerie ™, he’s already on his knees – so start spreading, the Gospel, that is!” [via Kymberlie]

Or is it Sarah Lee? Oh well. If I could save images in my corrupted IE 5.5 browser, I would share with you some of the wonderful creations I made at Goodbye Kathie Lee! But I can’t – so instead you should make your own! [via CriticalMAS, found thanks to Mikey.]

One of Michele’s posts (this one, to be exact) reminded me of something that happened many years ago. Back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One of my best guy friends set me up on a blind date. He went to one of the Catholic high schools here in Houston, and he thought he should set me up with one of his friends from school. I had met other friends of his, and they were generally pretty nice guys – so I agreed. I talked to the guy on the phone once or twice, then we went on the date. He showed up to pick me up, and he was cute. Quite a little hottie. I was so excited; cute guy, smart, funny, the date was looking pretty positive. We went off to dinner.

That was when it happened. I experienced a form of racism that I had personally never encountered before.

15 or 20 minutes in to the meal, he told me that he had reservations about going out with me because I was Catholic, but since I was of German decent and had blue eyes and blond hair*, I was obviously part of the Aryan race.

Yes, he based dating me on whether or not I was part of the Aryan race. I had no idea that there were people out there like that (I was 17 at the time, I was naive.) That pretty much put a damper on the rest of the evening because I am simply not a racist person. I’m not claiming to be perfect and I know I have had racist moments, but overall I’m not a racist. And I refused to date one – I don’t think I ever spoke to him again after that evening. And I gave David a piece of my mind for setting me up with someone like that. Oddly enough, he didn’t realize it would bother me. I guess he really didn’t know me that well after all.

* When I was younger my hair was blond. When I hit 20 and cut off the horrid perm I had, I discovered that my hair had become a medium brown. Now it’s about 50% gray too, if I dont’ color it.