It’s just color.

I hate it when people say I’m the whitest black person they know or something to that effect.  News Flash!  This is NOT a complement.  It’s like telling me that somehow because I speak a certain way, dress a certain way, listen to a certain type of music, that I am less than black.  Some people assume that because my husband is white that somehow diminishes my… blackness or something.  I married for love.  Not color.  I don’t appreciate you trying to put me into your neat little box.  To quote a very wise man, “I yam, what I yam.”