A few weeks ago, during a girls’ night of gabbing over Mexican food, a friend asked me whether Sidney and I had run into any problems as an interracial couple. The question brought me up short, but not because it was intrusive or uncomfortable; it wasn’t. I was flummoxed because I couldn’t recall one instance where the difference in color was an issue.
I continued to think about it after that evening but still couldn’t come up with any stories of outrage. Sometimes people seem surprised that we’re together, but hell, I would be too; we’ve got a bit of the Mutt and Jeff about us.
Today, however, I may have stumbled across something. A swipe from an overly playful cat sliced my finger open, and I needed a bandage. Not very long ago, a flesh-colored band-aid (or crayon, for that matter) meant one color -- a color that didn’t come close to matching a large portion of the world’s population. Now, though, there are band-aids that match my sweetie’s skin. And that’s all I could find in our medicine cabinet.
I wrapped the Band-Aid Perfect Blend Deep around my melanin-challenged flipping-off finger and started my day. Not much of a tale of woe, but it’s more than I had yesterday. Someone get me a support group!
February 22, 2009
Band-aid solution
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5 comments:
I loved this, what a great example of the scope of your "issues" as an interracial couple. :-D
In an effort to avoid cluttering our house with My Little Pony and Hot Wheels BandAids, I keep a stash of plain neon ones...I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere.
go for the nemo bandaids, they dont match anyones skin and are such a conversation starter.
Now that the person most likely to protest is away, I'm shopping here for my bandages. Hmm, the bacon or the sushi?
No way! I lived 4 blocks from Archie McPhees when we were up in Seattle. I love that place!
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