What did we do?
Was our Great Gatsby reading too boisterous?
Our Merchant of Venice Club too on point?
Our Toastmasters Invitational too toasty?
Please accept the forthcoming apology letter and basket of scones.
Author: oreowriter
Diary of a Mad Black White Woman: Sweet Revenge
Dear Diary,
I’m so totes jeals of Detroit sellouts! Apparently, protestors in that city sent bags of Oreo Cookies to city officials after said officials allowed for the appointment of Kevyn Orr as the City’s Emergency Manager.
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Said Minister Malik Shabazz, the local chairman of the New Black Panther Party and the leader of these protests:
“There’s nothing wrong with being born white,” Shabazz told me. “But if you’re black, why are you acting white on the inside?”
Um…why act white? So. Many. Reasons.
Also, sure, Kevyn Orr went to a nice school and made $700 an hour being a bankruptcy lawyer, but he can’t be that white, he spells his name with a “y” where there shouldn’t be one. I’ve been out Oreoing that guy for years now and the best protest I’ve ever gotten was rape threats.
What’s an Oreo got to do to get an Oreo or two?
Shabazz says that more protests are planned and that officials can expect to receive more threatening symbols of upset including, but not limited to: milk for their cookies, marble cheesecake, a jammy Pinot noir with a bright nose and delicate finish, gift certificates for free tailoring of formal wear, and pleasant conversation with friends.
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What Are You Doing This Weekend?
As the weekend approaches, it’s important to have a list of Oreo-approved things at the ready to say you’re going to do.
It’s not that saying: “What am I up to this weekend? Oh, not much” sounds like you’re saying “I’m going to attend an NBA match while smoking some weed.” It’s just that not having specific plans leaves room for people to speculate about what you might be doing. And an Oreo can leave no room for speculation. Because you know what speculation does. It makes you and your friend Lation eat Speculoos.
Which to be fair, is pretty yums, just not healthy
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But what do you do if you really don’t have any plans? After all, a Show Jumping Grand Prix or corset-making class doesn’t just come along every weekend. How do you account for your whereabouts when you’re not sure about where you’ll be?
We’ve made it easier for you. Just take one word from Column A, combine it with one word from Column B and voila! Instant Oreo plans! And if people ask you to prove it by taking picture, just say that photography wasn’t allowed….and you had to take an oath. In blood. People will stop asking you questions when you bring up the blood.
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Column A |
Column B |
| Haiku | Reenactment |
| Equestrian | Reading |
| Gilbert and Sullivan | Tour |
| Scrabble | Con |
| British | Revue |
| Steampunk | Exhibition |
| Saloon | Pilgramage |
| TED | Society |
| This American Life | Build |
| Castle | Tournament |
| Robotics | Recital |
| Tom Stoppard | Event |
| Game of Thrones | Walkabout |
So…What are you doing this weekend?
If you are looking for some Oreo-approved-cations, check out these 3 not-awkward-at-all day trips
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Back in the Saddle
The dressage saddle, mind you. Right next to Ann, Mitt and Rafalca.
So apparently, even when you’re diagnosed with a medical condition that affects only the fairest of the fair (tl;dr version: I have a gluten allergy that allegedly only affects people of Scandinavian descent) and you’ve been medically determined to be officially white on the inside, you still get tons of questions like:
- “Remember that part in Roots?”
- “Are you sad that the girl from Beasts of the Southern Wild didn’t win? How do you pronounce her name?”
- “Love your bangs! Did you do that because of Michelle?”
- “Seriously? You don’t like mustard, mushrooms or sushi, you get mad when your salad touches your potatoes and you don’t consider yourself to be a picky eater?”
- “Has anyone told you that you look like Rhianna?”
- “Do you ever calm down for like one single minute?”
- “Did you see Tyler Perry presents Tyler Perry’s Temptation brought to you by Tyler Perry by Sapphire?”
- “You’re afraid of the dark? What are you, 4?!”
So it’s time to tighten my Renaissance Faire corset, stick my pinky out at high tea, crack open that Augusten Burroughs and get my tickets to This American Life Live and lighten things up again.
A garland, a bodice and a horse, oh my! Would an RBP put on this outfit?! Pretty much a perfect Oreo day.For tips on how to enjoy your own Renaissance Faire, click here!
Stay strong my Oreos. And let me know what you’ve been up to!
Best Christmas Prezzie Evah!
Fair warning: Some gross bodily function stuff ahead. But it’s led to the happiest news this Oreo has gotten in ages.
Like any good American woman, I spend a decent amount of time naked in front of a mirror, making a list of all the things that are wrong. And, like any good American, I also spend a lot of time doing exactly zero to change said wrongs and wake up every morning shocked that said wrongs are still in play.
But about a year ago, things started to get different. They started to get wrong. Not just “Like-any-good-American-woman-I’m-subjected-to-impossible-versions-of-photshopped-beauty-every-day” wrong. But more like: “Ummm-Why-do-I-look-5-months-pregnant?-No-seriously.-I’m-not-being-hyper-sensitive,-my-belly-is-effing-distended-slightly-beyond-capacity-and-it-hurts-like-a-mother” wrong.
Holy God, I don’t know what’s inside me doing this, but I can think of about a billion things I don’t want it to be.
Like any good American, I waited about 10-18 months to go to the doctor about this painful thing.
When one day I was in too much pain to stand upright at work, I rolled my bloated self to a professional and asked him what the fuck.
He poked and prodded and listened and squeezed and said he was going to do some blood tests.
He summoned the nurse who was going to be tasked with peeling my ass off the ceiling while she tried to put a needle in me and started to walk out of the room. But then he turned and said:
“What’s your background? What’s your ethnicity?”
“Um,” I said and died a little. “I’m… black.”
“Hmmm. Both your parents?”
Why was this guy such as asshole? Making me cop to crimes I have tried so hard to erase??
“Yup. Both of them.Why?”
“Well, there’s a test I could run. But it only affects people of Scandinavian ancestry.”
An unexpected ray of hope!
“Funny you say that. May dad actually has some condition that I’ve heard usually only affects Scandinavians.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I don’t remember what he has, but I’ve had this conversation before.”
“Okay, let’s run it!!!”
While I was perturbed that he was so excited that he could draw additional blood from my precious precious veins, I was glad that I got to pretend that for one moment, I was Northern European.
A week later and I get this message:
“Hi Aydrea. I need to talk to you about your test results.”
Okay, doctors. Never say this shit. Just leave a vm that says that the mole is definitely cancer or the sneeze means I totes have AIDS or whatever! Screw HIPA. Just tell me what the fuck is up.
I go back to the office expecting terrible news. But instead, I get the best news of all.
“I’m so glad I ran that test!” he said. “You have a wheat allergy that we usually only see in people of Scandinavian descent.”
He then went on to say what was possibly some useful shit about what I should and should not be eating and how I should take care of myself and how to avoid the blinding belly pain I feel every single day. But I couldn’t concentrate. Because I. Am. Officially and medically: WHITE ON THE INSIDE!!
Holy God, it worked! All I have inside me is white goodness!
(and not in a sexy way, you pervies!)
Mission. Accomplished!
What to Celebrate This Winter: An Oreo Guide to Having a White Christmas (or Saturnalia)
December brings a lot of opportunities to celebrate. But as an Oreo, you have to make sure to pick the white right one. Choose correctly, and people will ignore your ethnicity for another month or so. Choose poorly and you might as well have your face melt off like you drank from the faux cup of Christ.
Here is a quick Oreo holiday guide. Feel free to take the advice and also leave your own!
Sinterklaas Day – We just missed the actual day of celebration, but that doesn’t mean you can’t catch up this weekend. All you have to do, is get in touch with your Dutch roots and put on some blackface while you pretend to be one of St. Nick’s helpers, the Swaartepieten, and leave gifts in shoes on the doorsteps of your friends and neighbors.
Hanukkah – Replete with rules and song in minor keys, Hanukkah is a great choice for an Oreo. True, there are more black Jews than people think (not just half-looking at you SDJ), but that’s the beauty of it. No one knows! So grab your dreidel and always bet on Gimmel.
Solstice – Nothing like worshiping the sun to show that you’re not afraid of what it can do to your skin. (but really, the sun is dangerous, make sure you’re well-oiled before you get even tanner!!). Plus, when people think of Solstice, they think of Athenians and Wiccans and they rarely think about the browns. Bleaching by association!
Christmas – Totally fine to celebrate Christmas, but don’t be swayed by the diversity now seen among Santa standees and manger scenes. Sure a dark-skinned Jesus makes more sense than BlueEyes McPaleChrist and Santa isn’t real anyway, so what does it matter what he looks like. But c’mon. This is Christmas–a time to hope and dream for the best. And the best is not brown.
Also, keep Christmas dinner to old school fare – figgy pudding, spotted dick, ladies in bonnets, deference to the Queen. We all dream of a White Christmas after all.
Boxing Day – This is a perfect holiday for anyone to celebrate, frankly! You don’t really have to do anything, but it sounds so adorable and Anglo to say!
Kwanzaa – Really? Really?! Don’t even joke about that. We’re just going to pretend that it never crossed your mind. Just walk away slowly before you embarrass yourself any further.
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How to Meet Someone
Con’t be afraid to crop out dark spots in your photos.
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With the end of the year comes a host of potentially awkward situations for an Oreo: office holiday parties, obligatory shindigs thrown by vague acquaintances, family dinners, the lack of new Shark Tank and Kitchen Nightmares episodes.
Not only is the Oreo forced to make make-believe merry with people who also don’t want to be there, but she or he might get stuck talking to another of color, or worse, an RBP. In some cases, an Oreo might find herself in the extra sticky situation of having to introduce another melanin-rich individual to someone else. Or worse, they might be introduced to a black person by a malicious member of their blanchetourage.
In either case, it is imperative to make it clear that the Oreo a) does not know this person well b) does not wish to know this person well and c) hopes no one gets to know this person well. Too much familiarity and an onlooker is certain to fear a gang-fight.
Here are some steps you can take at your next party to make sure that everyone knows you’re only shaking this person’s hand to be polite.
Mispronounce their name. Nothing says that you just don’t give a shit like the mispronunciation of a name you just heard learned. If you’re meeting a Michael, try calling them Michelle, La-Michael or Quantas to make sure no one thinks you’re friends. Adding an “accidental” “La-” a “D'” or a “-eesha” to the beginning or end of most names will make them sound super black and thus allow everyone to recognize how little you think of this person. It will also draw attention to their darkness and keep people from looking at yours.
Look Away. Whether you look just above their heads, to the left or right of their ears or bury your face in yours or your neighbor’s purse, keep yourself from locking eyes with the Other. You don’t want them thinking that they can engage you in further conversation or steal your soul–which they will do.
Accentuate the negative. This will highlight your own accomplishments as well as ensure that mutual friends will try to keep their distance, which in turn, will help you keep yours. Try saying something like:
- “Hi Marcie, this is LaJennifer-eessha, her divorce should be just about final by now.”
- “Nice to meet you.. D’Steven, was it? Didn’t I see you in the parking lot just before that busload of children was shot… Huh. Must have been your twin, then!”
- “This is LaD’EeshaJohnFootballPlayer. His sentencing hearing is next week. What’s that? You’ve never been convicted of anything? Huh, I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. I mean… look at you!”
With phrases like these, you’ll ensure that the conversation will be brief and your humiliation bearable.
No touch. While you may not be able to get away with avoiding a handshake, do not under any circumstances hug, kiss, tickle or sleep with this person. You’re dark enough. You don’t want that shit rubbing off on you.
For more tips and tricks for social situations, see below.
Click here for an additional Holiday Party Survival Guide
Click here for info on how to deal with someone who looks Mixed Race
Click here to see how to deal with a white person who surprises you by suddenly sounding all black out of nowhere.
Celebrate carefully, my friends.
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Diary of a Mad White Black Woman: Fried Chicken Confession
Dear Diary,
I apologize. I am abject. I throw myself on the mercy of the court.
I would never have cooked it if a dear friend hadn’t asked. And I would never have eaten it if it wasn’t so amazeballs delicious… I mean… close to my face… I mean …the only way I could have saved those orphans. Yes! That was it! It was the only way! I swear!
I asked myself after eating if I felt more black. I replied to myself that no, I did not. I only felt ashamed…which is basically the same thing.
There are, however, some times when it’s okay to eat of the chicken… and sometimes I get it right…ish
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Oreos A – Z: I, J
A little set of little rhymes to keep Oreos on their best behaviour
I is for ignorance for it truly is bliss
Just think of the dumb rap songs Oreos get to miss
What? It’s cozy in here. And we just re-did the walls!
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J is for jam, which is great on a scone
Oreos always take tea, whether out or at home
Well someone certainly thinks they’re clever. Fool me once…. pity
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Excuses, Excuses
Sometimes life gets all crazy and super doubly duper busy. And by “life gets all crazy and super doubly duper busy” I mean “you get a little lazy and just wanna watch back to back episodes of Law and Order: SVU, The Voice and Shark Tank instead of connecting with the outside world.”
But admitting that you’re “lazy” and “watching Ice-T on the regular” and “not running out of the room when Cee-Lo can be heard” brings an Oreo dangerously close to sounding like an RBP. So instead of copping to those personal failures, why not use one of these handy excuses instead!
When you find that you’ve neglected your work, friends and email for a while, toss out one of these gems and heads will bob and hands will clutch chests understandingly.
- My thoroughbred needed a new trainer and you know how exhausting interviewing jockeys can be.
- Golly, that pan-Atlantic sailing trip seems like it gets shorter and shorter every year!
- When you’re committed to taking high tea in as many castles as possible, you really can’t focus on anything else.
- The Romney campaign has just sucked up all my time!
- That is the last time I hit every city on a Panic! at the Disco world tour.
- I just couldn’t leave my house until I had knitted an afghan for every one of my Bischon Frises. I’m sure you understand.
- When you start researching how to build a replica of Montecello, time just flies by.
- I don’t know what happened. One minute I was watching Pride and Prejudice, next thing I know it’s fucking November!
What are your favorite excuses for slacking off? Let us know in the comments!
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