White Folks Black People Love, Part 2
Yesterday, we gave you the beginning of our updated list of white people black folks love. Here’s the rest.
Sarah Jessica Parker
“Sex and The City,” need we say more? We ride for Miss Carrie Bradshaw and her fabulous fashion and her struggle to find a good man, and her love of Cosmos. She’s our white sister girl in our heads.
Look, when a dude pops up out of Detroit spitting rhymes like that and even killing some of our favorite rappers (Jay-Z on “Renegade”), we don’t care what color he is. But even more than that, black people love that Em doesn’t try to be anything other than white, even though he’s surrounded by an industry full of black people. When you can be who you are and still be awesomely crazy, we’ll take you.
I’m guessing this is a situation where we fell for the American beauty standard because despite the fact Marilyn Monroe in no way resembles a black woman and hasn’t walked the earth in 50 years, black girls still try to imitate Marilyn’s sex appeal and sultry pinup girl look today. We’re not mad at you (Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, etc.) it’s just a little odd.
You know the moment we fell for him — when he played that darn saxophone on “Arsenio. ” Our thirst for Bill Clinton is so real we start laughing before the man even makes jokes and we got way too excited to see him step in front of the mic on Obama’s campaign trail this last time around. Oh, and he put his office in Harlem. Yeah, Bill’s a black man fo’real.
Gwen was always more than your average (white) “girl” and she told us so in one of No Doubt’s earliest songs. But there was just something about her style that clicked for black people and once she hopped on “Let Me Blow Your Mind” with Eve, our down a** chick suspicions were confirmed.
He’s a fine white man. That’s all I’ve got for this one. Oh, and he dated Zoe Saldana which let us know he likes a little coffee in his milk. Win-win for everyone!
I don’t know when the switch happened, but suddenly every black woman in the world has ditched her coach satchel and headed to Nordstrom for a Marc Jacobs hobo. It’s the craziest trend, but numbers don’t lie. This past year, “Marc Jacobs” was the most-searched U.S. brand on the Internet. Guess who was Googling it?
A.K.A. Al Pacino, A.K.A. any Italian mobster who ever lived or was idolized in film. Have you ever paid attention to how many rappers have adopted monikers based on Italian gangsters or heard Future’s song “Tony Montana”? We go hard for anyone we think said eff the government, I’m going to make money how I want to. Not necessarily a good thing but it is what it is.
Shake your head if you want, but who do we regularly see on this man’s couch trying to find out who the father of their child is? Black people certainly aren’t going on “The Maury show” for a trip to Connecticut. Something about this boring white man who pretends to care about black families draws us in — participants and spectators alike. He’s our new Jerry Springer.
I think the reason we ride for Sandr Bullock is that she’s America’s Sweetheart but she’s not shoved down our throats — and she doesn’t have the typical blonde hair, blue eyes, girl next door look most white women who get that title have. Sandra had our deepest sympathy after Jesse James embarrassed the mess out of her with his cheating self and we were even more proud to call her our girl when she continued her adoption of baby boy Louis Bardo Bullock from New Orleans in 2010.