Trade Places with Chris Rock?

I’d trade skin color and he can keep his fame and money. I think his skin is much more attractive than my translucent beige skin.

Yes, but the first time I can’t catch a cab, or get pulled over by the police, I would miss being white.

He’s a boy. I don’t wanna be a boy. I could be black, though. Just not a boy. I’m OK with rich.

With Rock’s money and fame, neither situation would ever occur. You would have a limo and a driver.

I’ve seen his show and that joke is shit. You can’t convince me Rock is a “race victim”.

I’d rather be a young white guy than a young Black guy, because when I walked through the park people wouldn’t think I’m a mugger.

I’d rather be an old Black guy than an old white guy, because when I walk through the park people wouldn’t think I’m a child molester.

I wouldn’t want the fame but color be black. I wouldn’t even have to move, he lives in my area. I’d even be able to walk around wearing a blue tooth headset for no reason (ever notice it’s older white men and younger black men who leave them in when not in use?).

Ken Burns is living in the past.

I like my life. Black or white, I wouldn’t switch with any celebrity.
Wouldn’t mind being rich, though. As long as I still had all my friends and family.

He’s 10 years younger than me and a lot healthier (as far as I know). So, wealth, health, fame, and relative youth. I think I might go for that.

Wow.

In fairness, though, Burns’s comment is inspired by Rock’s own joke.

I’d become black for that kinda money, though. My brother in law is black and rarely encounters racism; for millions I’d take a few insults here and there. I agree, though, that the FAME is very unappealing.

For the money alone, I’d do all that and give up my left hand.

If Chris Rock were *funny *instead of unfunny, why, yes, I’d make the trade.

Now The Rock, I’d trade to be him in an instant.
Best wishes,
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In fairness, Rock’s jokes are living in the past. All of his race jokes are simply retreads of the racial jokes of the 60s. If they aren’t retreads, they aren’t funny.

Best wishes,
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… I would really, really, really want an explanation on how come blonde, grey-eyed Dad and light-brown Mom managed to have me.