Yeah. I know. Why is there no hanging head smiley? I’ll have to make due with 
White people love smileys.
This is why I no longer clap to music. Once I learned that apparently all white people clap on the wrong beats, I got all scared to even try. 
If I had spotted this thread earlier, this is precisely the notion I would have posted, minus the cute and amusing part. Well put, you with the face, well put. I try to avoid those threads entirely. I don’t get worked up about them and certainly wouldn’t pit anyone over them, but I’m done with them and probably won’t post to such threads anytime soon.
Why do white people always have to be scared when it comes to black people? I mean, just 'cause a few of yall have gotten pummeled for clapping on the 1 and 3 doesn’t mean all of you will, all of the time.
Jesus.
As some Doper pointed out, ‘Country music is like cholesterol, there is a good kind and a bad kind.’ I may get a tattoo of that someday.
I have to confess: Today I was listening to some music at work and I became aware that I was clapping wrong. And then when I tried to “fix” myself, I became flustered and confused.
Lord, please forgive me for I have sinned.
Replace “clapping” with “dancing”, and “work” with “a club”, and you get my usual expirience
:smack: She’s got us all figured our! :eek:
You know, I think I learned here on the SDMB that there’s at least a perception that black people in the U.S. don’t swim. There are differences, albeit pretty small ones, and some of this stuff is interesting to learn. I suppose it’s hard to imagine the reverse happening (“Do white people . . . ?”) On the other hand, I’m gay, and I’ve asked some “Do straight people . . . ?” questions. I guess if there were tons of them, they’d get old, but I find exploring variation in human groups interesting.
Egads!!! I’m really, really late to this thread, so my apologies. I don’t usually lurk in the pit, but Jakeline told me I needed to come here. As the “whitest” black person that she (and most of our friends) knows, I’m proud to address the OP thusly:
I absolutely LOVE fried ice cream!!!
I hope that’s a useful contribution to this thread.
Oh, but just in case anyone’s worried about me, I do have a subwoofer in the trunk, and I bump NWA with my windows down wherever I go!
<looking around nervously>
I have never cleaned, cooked, and eaten them myself but I have seen it done.
Um. Yeah. Traumatized at an early age by food. At least, it’s supposed to be food.
I think the main problem is that the questions are worded in a way that betrays some level of simple-mindedness. “Is country music popular amongst the black population?” seems to me a much less stupid way of asking the same question. But the fact that the actual posters thought that it was even possible for “black people” as an entity to “like country music” or “like the blues” just seems kind of, well, dumb.
I came back just in time to revoke your race card, Asimovian.
Eatin’ some fried ice cream. Probably wasn’t even chocolate!
Boy howdy, am I ever busted! I actually despise chocolate with a passion.
You know, my mom always told me that we moved out of South Central to have a better life, but I’m beginning to think we got evicted on principles…
Oh, and I also married a white woman. Doesn’t that earn me some…what is it called again?..“street creds” or some such?
Only if her name is “Shanneequah.”
Rule of thumb is, if you have to ask what street cred is, you. Don’t. Have. Any.
Not to worry! You don’t live near Florence and Normandie and you appear to be happily married. That’s a big one up on a bunch of brothers with street cred.
You’re Black?
: Adds name to list :
Next you’ll tell me that Askia’s a dude.
No, but from now on I’ll be “hearing” your posts in the voice of Mr. DuBois from the Boondocks.
I think once you picked the user name Asimovian street cred was pretty much a lost hope.
Yeah, black people should only reference Delaney or Butler. Course, that would make you gay too, but I guess all black SF fans are gay. So still no street cred I guess.
Yeah, but you can’t knock on someone’s door without speeding up.