OK, help me out on this. Here is a recent conversation with a former co-worker.
The setting: Local watering hole, about 8pm. Bar is filling up with people and smoke (although this is NYC, so the smoke bit will be disappearing soon!). Me and the lunatic ex co-worker are at the bar. A group of three or four ladies walk in and sit down at the table behind us. All of them, it must be noted for the record, are quite stunning. I seriously thought a group of supermodels had shown up for a photo session or something.
Me: Wow. I mean… wow.
Lunatic Ex Coworker (LEC): … wow.
M: Yeah. Wow, even. Whew…
LEC: We should go talk to them.
M: YOU should go talk to them. I ain’t into rejection. Got enought of that as it is without actively hunting it down.
LEC: Ah, come on - trust me. Girls that good looking never get hit on for that very reason. How about her, on the far right - she’s dressed to kill.
M: Nah, she’s not my type. Now, second from the left…
LEC: What do you mean, she’s not your type? What is your type?
M (hasn’t noticed yet the LEC is clearly upset about something): I don’t know. She’s not my type. The lady second from the left is. But it will take a couple more brewskies before I get the brass balls large enough to even walk by their table.
LEC: “Not my type” - you mean because she’s black? That’s just racist man. You gotta expand your horizons. I mean, just nixing someone of our list because of skin color, that’s not right.
M (rising blood pressure, but none of it is funneling to Mr Happy): Hold on a sec. I didn’t say I didn’t like her. She’s pretty - ok, more than pretty. Outrageously beautiful is more like it. But that doesn’t mean she is necessarily my type. She may be a fine upstanding person, doesn’t mean I immediately want to date her.
LEC: But see, that’s racist. She doesn’t appeal to you because she’s black.
M: Bullshit! She doesn’t appeal to me for what ever reason, and just incidentally, she happens to be black. She’s definitely stunning. Would I bang her if I had half a chance? Hell yes. Would I date her? Hell yes. Would I marry her? Hell yes. But we’re talking about two guys at the bar checking out the babes. If two identical twins walked in, one with red hair and one a blonde, and I instincitvely liked the redhead, am I being racist against the blonde?
And this went on for quite a while. I tried to explain myself, but failed miserably. Made it worse when I stuck my foot in my mouth by saying ‘but I’ve seen lots of black ladies who were my type’. Might as well have just said ‘I have lots of black friends’. Sheesh.
But anyway, I felt that LEC was saying that a person is not allowed to have inherent ‘likes/dislikes’. Things that for whatever reason rock their boat. Maybe it is hair color. Maybe it is skin color - couple buddies I know like Asians. One lady I know has a thing for Hispanic guys. What’s the big deal? It’s a physical charactersic they find attractive. For whatever reason, the lady on the left didn’t ‘do it’ for me. Not a knock against her. Maybe if we had started talking to all four instead of arguing at the bar for the next two hours (by which time the above-mentioned four had already left the bar), I may well have been smitten by her. But this was simply first impressions, and I can’t believe anyone can be racist just because they happen to instinctively like particular characteristics in people.
Am I really in the dark on this one, or is LEC in need of some serious help to keep his victim mentality in check?