It should be no surprise that after 8 years together, James has become well-versed in the world of black folks and black women. He knows to not ever splash my hair when we are swimming (heck, he knows to never touch my hair), he knows what ashy means, and he knows his vegetarian self should avoid all vegetables at my family reunions -- because there's a good chance there's a hamhock or some other piece of animal in it.
Knowing all of this about my husband, i still got a kick of him sharing his black folk knowledge in the last week through two interesting conversations.
Black Fact #1: Black Don't Crack
James: I met pretty cool guy at work today. We are going to hang out.
ReRe: Cool. How old is he.
James: Oh, i don't know. Maybe my age, maybe yours. He's a black guy and you can't ever tell how old black folks are cus black don't crack.
Black Fact #2: Black Folks eat Greens...not spinach
James and i recently spent a week in Westpointe, Virginia visiting my dad and step-mom. We had so much fun. I stuffed myself on southern food and sea food. James mostly ate cheerios and spaghetti. When we got back we went to visit James' mom to tel her about our trip and let River visit Grandma. I don't know how the subject of greens came up, but t was awesome hearing James try to explain what they were:
"No, greens, collard greens."
"Do you eat them cold."
"No, they are hot, usually with some pig fat in them."
This went back and forth, until finally I did the ultimate no-no -- comparing greens to their arch nemesis:
"They are like spinach, kind of. The black people version of spinach."
If Popeye was a brotha, he'd eat greens.