A writer at The Root recently asked, “Would most Type A, professional women have dated Barack when he was a broke, big-eared organizer with a funny name?“
Shockingly, she thought not.
I’ve played matchmaker, unsuccessfully, for scores of black professional women. And I’m convinced that Michelle’s got something on many of us. Not her intelligence or her confidence or sense of style, her glowing skin or the carved silhouette of her arms. I could fill a room with friends who have all these qualities to spare. I’m talking about the choices I imagine she made in those crucial moments between meeting Barack and deciding who he would be to her. She must have focused on an abundance of goodness instead of his hint of goofiness and fixated on a warm smile instead of a pair of oversized ears. It’s easy to see now that he was a great catch, but how many of us would have been open to this guy who strayed so far from the black Prince Charming ideal, starting with his very name?
O RLY? Young guy, with a Ivy League degree, NO KIDS, and a job. Not the ideal? Really? Is that so?
More after the jump.
Last things first:
1) If names were an issue, no black people would be dating anyone. Everyone born from the 1970s on either knows someone, loves someone or has some form of an African, Muslim, African-American made up fancy-pants name. I was the only Danielle I knew growing up, but I knew about 15 Keishas and God knows how many Hakeems, Dantes and Dontrelles. Barack wouldn’t have caused most folks to blink any more than a guy named Kenyatta.
2) And that’s goodness with “a hint of goofiness” and “a warm smile” with “a pair of oversized ears” AND A HARVARD DEGREE.
Harvard. As in Ivy League. As in a giant, expensive degree that has “POTENTIAL” written across it. And the man had no kids? Puleaze.
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