Hey Mikey- “Too Hard To Be Light-Skinned”

Hey Mikey,

I’m not sure what the f***is going on lately, but the hate on light skinned dudes is real and HIGH! Just the other day this girl said she did not know how to take me because I “act too hard for a light skinned guy.” Like what the hell does that mean? Then just today a girl I really like said the only reason girls nowadays get with light skinned guys is to have pretty babies. Am I dating the wrong girls or is this the trend because everyone’s telling me they’re right. As a Black man I have enough to deal with without having to prove my blackness based on the tint of my skin. What should I do to deal with all this?

-Anti-Color Struck

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***Anti-Color Struck, your situation is a sad and ignorant one. I want to say these are isolated incidents but lately I too have met a number of lighter skinned African-American men who tell me the stereotypes, prejudice and disdain they have faced just because they are not darker skinned. Do not let this get to you. Honestly, it is beyond you and as old as the slavery itself. History lesson: Lighter skinned slaves were the master’s children and lived and worked in the house and did not have to do the harder, menial tasks of darker skinned slaves so they seemed softer and less threatening. Translate that to present day and some people assume because you are light skinned you are weaker, not quite as Black, or do not know the meaning of a hard life.

Cut these girls off and toss their ignorance to the side. There is someone for everyone and they are only showing their insecurities. The measure of any man is how he governs himself, not the color or shade of his skin. They are stupid and color struck–not worth your time and thoughts. Yell out loud, “IDFWU!”

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Hey Mikey!

WHO AM I? That’s probably what you’re thinking? It’s simple I’m this generation’s “Dear Abby!” I was raised in the Fourth Ward of Atlanta, educated in the School of Hard Knocks, and rescued by the concrete and steel of New York City. Life at best will always be bittersweet. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. I’d prefer to be on your sweeter side. Everyone needs a listening ear, extra shoulder, and open arms when life gets rough. I’m your new best friend, where it all goes south remember I’m a mouse click or tweet away. Hang in there kids, you’re gonna love kickin’ it with me!!! -Michael Jonvier