While I’m away, readers give the advice.
On dating outside your race:
I never considered myself a racist and I promise you many of my friends are of just about every race and color in the world.
Then one day my daughter introduced me to her new boyfriend.
He was about as nice a guy as you would ever hope your daughter would bring home. He was African-American. It was then I found I indeed did have a problem.
I banned her from dating him. That is not a good thing to do with a 16-year-old, but I could not help it. I spent days meeting with my priest, discussing it with a counselor, then went back and swallowed hard.
I told my daughter I would no longer prohibit their dating. I explained that I would never be able to fully accept it, but I would not forbid it.
I made this young man welcome in my home, we sat and talked about many things. I promise I was able to get him to feel comfortable around us. Time passed by and they stayed together.
One day, at his house, I was talking to his single mom. I could tell she was uncomfortable with me there. Finally I asked her how she felt about his dating a white girl, and she poured out to me that my daughter was the most wonderful person in the entire world, a real treasure … “but she is not black. I am sorry, I am old-fashioned I guess, but I am not happy with my son dating a white girl.”
We both laughed when I told her I felt the same.
They went off to college, drifted apart and are now both dating someone of their own race.
The problem is not with the girl (in your column) (wapo.st/XhUjce), nor was it with my daughter or her boyfriend; it is with a generation of us still holding on with all we have to what we were raised to believe. I hope they can forgive us.
On an expectant mother’s weight gain (not that it’s even remotely your business):
I’m a midwife and it seems I spend all day talking people off ledges about their weight. We make people so self-conscious about it, having them weigh in at every prenatal visit. Volumes have been written on “appropriate weight gain in pregnancy.” So much of what goes on in that nine-month period is beyond the mom-to-be’s control.
Then add to that people at every turn saying things like, “You’re only six months? Are you sure the doctor didn’t make a mistake with your due date ?”Or, “Are you still pregnant?” And my personal favorite, “Are you sure it’s not twins?” It makes pregnant women dread leaving their homes.
Get a clue, people. You are not funny. Not at all, not even a little bit. If you can’t say “you look great” then don’t say anything at all.
- Wanting to Throw the Scale Out in Illinois
On figuring out what to do with knowledge of someone’s infidelity:
My life works better when I don’t judge. Or gossip. I’m working on it.
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Weekend, Pages 33 on 04/11/2013
Print Headline: Some in older generation still holding tightly to biases