In the last few years I’ve been told that I look like different celebrities, depending on the day or I suppose my look that day. The speaker will interrupt my life to make their proclamation and then look at me expectantly, as though this “compliment” will somehow make me happy.
I look like Erikah Badu, Natalie Cole and most recently Whoopi Goldberg.
Whoopi Fucking Goldberg.
Remember the movie, The Color Purple? “You sho’ is ugly!”
A stranger feels it’s cool to tell me that I’m ugly. Why is this acceptable? They look crestfallen when my response isn’t what they expected and they take offense when I explain that I think it’s rude.
I have friends that have experienced this too. Black men look like either Michael Jordan if they’re bald, or Michael Vick if they wear braids. An older Black man might be called Billie Dee or Shaft. WTF?
I wish people would gain a little self control and learn not to blurt out everything that comes to mind. Each of us should be judged by individual achievement – not by a passing similarity to a celebrity.
How is my life improved by one iota by someome telling me that I look like someone else.
If you don’t know me and can’t compliment my scarf or my hair, please leave me alone.