The other week I went with my one (light-skinned black) friend from Arkansas to a free concert downtown, because it was her birthday.
Before some of her friends came, she was telling me how her friend said she'd bake her whatever she wanted, and though she requested some banana bread, her friend insisted on making a two-layer strawberry cheesecake.
"I really don't know why," she was like.
"Maybe the idea of banana bread made her uncomfortable, because of the racial stereotyping of Africans as monkeys," I was like.
At that, she laughed, and was like, "Yeah, she wasn't too happy when she made me that watermelon cake last year and I sat around with a big ol' grin on my face eating it all day."
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Wow.
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