I might only have one week of life left

Maya's turning "twelve x two" this week. Sister sent out an evite for the party next weekend. Black/white affair ("no ROY G BIV"). First of all, how can you not love a party invitation that stomps the virtues of man's ability to differentiate based on wavelength? But more of an issue is my kneejerk response:

"No ROY G BIV...Well I normally avoid gatherings that exlude the colored, but for Maya I just have to make an exception. HAPPY 24!"

Now if you don't know me, that could be pretty offensive. Since most of you aren't just bored strangers reading my blog randomly, I assume you do, and you know that I make fun of anything and everything. The trick is saying something that makes people's eyebrows start to raise before they realize that they're already laughing.

Did I go too far this time...probably not. I think it's more my own insecurities about being perceived as racist by black people, something that a lot of white people deal with and no one really discusses. Hell, it's a touchy world, and it was all the moreso when we were in our formative years, but being strictly PC-friendly when there's really no hate in your heart....well, that just makes you fearful and boring.

So in Carrie Bradshaw style, I ask (and use her voice here when you read this...it works)...when does being too comfortable with race relations put you at risk of being perceived as culturally insensitive?

Obviously there's no cut and dry answer to this type of question, but it was on my mind. Comment with thoughts.

Oh, and I think marrying someone of another race (even if only half so) should permanently exclude people from being accused of racism. Sure, there are people whose hate is more categorical than that, but really, do I have that kind of time?!