Embracing my (African) heritage...

I have discovered that I am not white, as I originally thought. Don't let the blonde hair and blue eyes deceive you--I am black. Big, Black, and Beautiful. Normally, this might have come as a shock to me, but FINALLY, after 30 years, I can embrace my heritage. Now, my booty (big butt to all you crackers), as well as my grasp of ghettonomics make sense! How did I come about to this amazing discovery? Well, Cover Girl sent me the following email:




I had NO IDEA I was anything other than the whitest white girl ever known. From now on, I prefer to answer only to my African name: Ru Dique'.