To my beloved friends of color (well, except other black folk--do I have a surprise for y'all!)*
I don't mean to leave you behind as I march forward toward a racially utopian U.S., but I'm sorry; I have got to get to the Red House!!!!
Where black people and white people by furniture!
I'm so looking forward to going where black and white folk can "just get along."
A white person might hug me. Or shake my hand!
And I can get credit and possibly a chance to rock in a nice rocking chair!
Some background: mrs. o tipped me to this commercial:
Now, we didn't know what to make of it. I'm not going to lie like we didn't laugh until we cried, but we were debating:
"Were they serious?"
"Girl, I hope they were being funny"
"That can't be real!"
"Friend, I'm telling you... it's real."
"Girl, that cannot be serious."
"But they look so sincere!"
"Look at the hand gestures."
"Big Head know he pumps about as much iron as I do!"
"Do you hear them singing like they're in church?"
"Did you know white people and black people used to need different kinds of couches and beds?"
(At this point, I screamed)
So, yeah, no real commentary here. I keep thinking I'm going to here this was a huge joke, southern satire maybe?
* Nevermind! They threw in a blanket "Hispanics and all people!" at the end. Whew!