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50-Percenter...

I’m mulling over this application.

Supposedly the rewards are outstanding and the repercussions are minimal.

So they say.

Should I become a 50%er? Yes, a fifty-percenter.

Recently several friends were gathered and from the conversation the secret society of the 50-percenters was revealed.

Some 50-percenters are card-carrying members who have accepted and embraced their choice. Others live in obscurity, unaware that they hold the same ideals and passions of the 50-percenter nation.

50-percenters are usually male, although females have been known to display characteristics of 50-percenters. No religion, racial or social background, nor financial status link 50-percenters.

I don’t know if I can fill out the application. It seems anarchy to me.

The 50-percenters sat me down and tried to convince me that their ways are simply utopian. They feel that through their knowledge all men can be free and happy. Their mottos are crafty and their logic is interesting.

50-percenter or men who only date women that are “50% something.” Crazy I know.

The 50-percenters have given up on pure women of any race. The women they date/marry/sleep with/etc. must be half-and-half. They will also take 25-25-50 or 25-25-25-25 or other similar combinations that mean the woman is distinctly from at least two different heritages. The old “Black-part Cherokee” is not acceptable to a 50-percenter unless one of the parents is truly from an Indian tribe. Combinations such as Black/Puerto Rican, Dominican/White, Italian/Brazilian, Cuban/Black, Russian/Samoan are all heartily embraced by 50-percenters.

The 50-percenters say that biracial/multi-racial women are far superior to other women, especially in terms of looks and disposition. I am no expert but I did question the mixed heritage issue on the basis that most people are not “pure” anything anymore. They countered with the principle that each woman is on a case-by-case basis and if the “biracialness” (so not a word) is not evident by some unknown 50-percenter rule, then she will be considered from a “pure” heritage.

These guys are comedy.

As I think back though, a lot of men are more 50-percenter than they know. I’ve been in several situations where the multi-racial women get noticeably more attention, particularly when it is confirmed that they are multi-racial. It’s amazing how fast news travels in a crowded club that there is a female in there that is Colombian and Black.

I’m still trying to process this conversation and these new perspectives before I cast judgment or turn in the application they gave me.

“If she aint 50%, they don’t want, they don’t need her.” What a motto.

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