I agree. Connecting early on is the best bet for both sides.
Difference with men is we're always looking for the next one. We aren't really checking for chicks in the past like that, because there are new ones coming off the assembly line on the reg. Especially if a man has his life in order.
It's these old chicks, facing dwindling options, that start flipping through their yearbooks, Facebook and other shyt trying to find nikkas to latch on to. They see a few nikkas they curved back in the day doing well for themselves and just so happen to be with non-Black women. Then, they want to get on the "Black men prefer non-Black women once they make it" shyt. You didn't want that nikka in the first place. Why does it matter to you where he's sticking his dikk, now?
Only thing about him that has changed is his success and money.
I agree. It doesn't matter for me. I took my lumps as a young man and let it mold me. Give me character. But as an adult, I have my pick. I'm just looking in retrospect like damn I wonder why we are so dysfunctional? But practically it doesn't matter. I will get mine. By and large, black women are the ones complaining about this.
I also think it's odd people in this thread think it's pathetic to draw on high school experiences. We didn't just end up here! Unless the plan is to talk in circles forever, it's useful to understand what led us here so future generations are better equipped.
Imo it's very peculiar to hear people express what seems an awful lot like a sense of entitlement over another person's wealth because they share the same race. This oddness is compounded by the fact it's out the blue. In other words, it's not like there was some "same race" mechanism in place operating as support to gain this wealth. In fact, the common thread seems to be this wealth was gained in spite of our race. I think this sense of entitlement should be expanded into formative years and manifest as support networks. We can't be enemies dissing, hating on, and ignoring one another's struggles throughout life and expect brehs to look out at the end once the power balance shifts. At that point we are going to go for ours.
If it makes you feel better you can characterize it as bitterness. To me, it's enjoying the fruits of labor. No successful black man had an easy go at it. No one gave us shyt. A lot of women of all races get gifted opportunity based on looks. The ones who dont, they are the bitter ones. No one gave them shyt and at the end they look up and are alone a lot of the time. That's unfortunate, but life's made me too shallow to do anything for them companion wise.