I’m biracial too. My mom is white like a ghost, and my dad is white like an egg.

After a few drinks, she sometimes says aloud that she wishes she married Denzel Washington. Like he’d have her! That’s about as racially progressive as she gets.

I’ve always wanted to break down some sort of barrier, but I don’t feel like I’m really in a position to do so.

It’s weird that they, and we, call us white people, because we’re not actually white. You’d think we would’ve at least gotten our own colour on the nose.

Maybe peach wasn’t a colour back then.

Maybe peach wasn’t a fruit back then.

You know, I wouldn’t want to live in a time when there’s no peaches.

The Presidents of the United States of America would be nothing without them.

I guess there’s Lump, but it’s no Peaches.

Did you know the colour orange was named after the fruit, and not the other way around? Me too! Commonality in knowledge!

February 21 – Jordan Peele gets a reflexive tangent, with (0,0) as my original origin
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