I Like My Plate Colorful...

Expectations lead to disappointments. That's something I(we) always say, and yet it is almost ridiculous to expect not to have expectations (make sense? or is that an oxymoron...). Anywho, every year this holiday comes around, and I know it was designed to pry on women's emotions because after all --men could care less about chocolates and roses.

So, every year this holiday comes around (who knows the history behind vday btw????) and I just squirm at the thought of it. Why? Because it carries so much weight. Its almost as bad as figuring out how to propose the right way to your counterpart... and why? for WHAT? I won't get into the politics behind it because I like to think my people are well aware of it, however isn't all just a little too .... played out.

But , the above is written by a broken hearted girl who has gone through many depressing and humorous vday moments. However, this year Aphrodite's took mercy upon my heart and I happened to thoroughly enjoy this holiday (happy dance).

I suppose it was for three reasons:
1. I spent it with a man whose magic keeps me with a permanent plastered smile (no poker face here)

2. He made it thoughtful, a quality I thought men did not possess

3. It was unconventional in the way that no extravagant gifts were exchanged nor was the dreaded Hallmark card with lots of hearts and glitter that seem to overshadow the message written by the messenger given.

(sigh)
Simple.Sweet.Memorable.

After a delicious meal (Cuban food Rocks) we went to see Platanos & Collard Greens. If you have not seen it I suggest you go. It deals with subjects of race, love, friendship and family. Subjects I know too well. Reminded me of how painfully aware I am that a lot of Dominicans can be really ignorant about race and still have the Trujillo mentality complex. It reminded me of when I was a freshman in college and a lot of the Black females looked at me lop sided because one of the lighter "brothas" was after me and not them (I suppose their thought process was: add insult to injury since there were not that many "brothas" to begin with). It reminded me of the ish my own family and friends families have said about interracial relationships.

I always question if I have the right to get offended at some of the things people say if it does not apply to my sex/gender/race/heritage, but why not? Above all else I am human and if I don't like the bs coming out of your mouth I'll be challenging you on it.

I love all things culture (except for opera or musicals, haha I can't do those). And I love seeing interracial couples. Which is why (praise Jesus don't fail me now) I hope I marry (happy marriage, that's a whole other blog) someone who is not Dominican (Abel you're the exception to the rule haha). I think the future lies in a fusion of say me (Dominican/Spaniard) and him (whatever he may be).

So my advice to the singles out there is: date someone who falls outside your usual pattern. Listen to the elders advice but above all else listen to your own. Black,Asian,Caribbean,European,South American and mixed and match are all wonderful. Beauty is in the eye of of the beholder.

FanStar ::Falling Faster Than A Bungee Jumper::