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| Someone's statement about a dog named Woman reminds me of an infamous urban legend/social commentary, where two old white women from the Midwest come to The Big City on a vacation for the first time. Before they go all their friends warn them to look out for rapists and muggers and whatnot. So they get to The Big City, and they're in the elevator of their hotal, when a large black man with a dog gets on with them. The women are noticeably tense in the presence of the brother, and nearly shit themselves when he barks, "Sit, Lady!" Wrinkly old honky asses meet floor. Brother apologizes, explains he was speaking to the dog, whose name is Lady. Typical epilogue: Women are in the hotel restaurant later, downing a couple of Harvey Wallbangers to take the edge off the experience, and when they get ready to go, the maître d' tells them their tab has been paid by (choose one or fill in the black, I mean, blank): Eddie Murphy/Reggie Jackson/OJ Simpson/Paul Robeson/imposing black man of the moment. Everybody laugh nervously, suppress suppress suppress. |
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