They say kids say the darndest things, but I think mostly that applies to adults. Consider this IM conversation I had with a friend of mine, a 20-sumn editor at a magazine in New York fashion magazine. She's cool with me using this story so long as I don't identify her, and since there are plenty of 20-sumns at Gotham City clothes rags, I think I'm good here.
Anywho, Miss Editor's losing a lil weight, so we're talking about workout programs and the like. The conversation goes:
Miss Editor: I think I may have lost too much weight
KTR: Oh no...you didn't lose the ass did you?
Miss Editor: LOL! People keep saying that...why is that so important?
KTR: Are you serious? Ass is one of the things that makes black women beautiful. Seriously, no homo. I'm not being funny about that, it's just something that tends to be a distinguishing characteristic of a lot of black women.
Miss Editor: So then what's the distinguishing characteristic of black men? Nevermind.
KTR: No, not nevermind. You're the woman, you tell me what the distinguishing characteristic is.
Miss Editor: Honestly, the DONKEY KONG! Seriously. I've been with white men, wasn't feeling it. Even been with an Asian guy, definitely wasn't feeling that....
The "donkey kong"? That's funny enough on its own. But made it hilarious is that this conversation took place as I'm in the middle of reading Scott Poulson-Bryant's HUNG: A Meditation on the Measure of Black Men In America. Hung is Poulson-Bryant's deconstruction of the myth of The Big Black Dick, a treatise of sorts on how the proposition of being labeled physically and metaphorically HUGE by society at large can at once make you a walking threat worthy of lynch-mob justice (Emitt Till), while rendering you nothing more than a plaything in the eyes of a mere horny college girl (Poulson-Bryant himself).
In short, the book's about the fallacy of the black phallus and what that does to those of us who through birth have to carry both the fallacy and the phallus around with us.
Just food for thought.
4 comments:
I remember hearing about that book not too long ago and being intrigued by it. I definitely need to add to my reading list. But "The Donkey Kong?" Your friend is wilin, LOL
Lmfao!! Keef is it really that surprising? What the heck do you think we talk about when we're together? Pedicures? LOL!!
And you let her know that the ass is very important. I actually wish I could find a way to make mine a little bigger. Haha!
I have to pay homage to my homegirl since she is the feature of this piece and turned me on to this blog. Thanks Keith for gassing her head up more. Just between you and me, I've known her since middle school. The ass isn't going anywhere.
Now, back to the topic at hand. A Donkey King is a big dingus. A black dingus does not make a Donkey Kong. A lot of brothers believe they have the Donkey Kong and it's more like tiny tim. Just wanted to add that point of clarification.
They say that shit about Latino male, too. (Hot Latin, full of passion). Although we've got other stereotypes to deal with. Speedy Gonzalez? That came frpom the stereotype that all Mexican men were fast in bed.
I gotta check out that book, now.
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