The Perils Of Dating On OkCupid While Black, HuffPost

Everyone seems to have a convenient solution for single people who have fallen into a monumental dating slump: Look for love online! In the age of instant gratification and lightening-speed technology, the 21st-century meet-cute is about as romantic as browsing the cereal aisle in the grocery store. Looking for marriage? Fork over your cash and trust the algorithms perfected at or eHarmony. Looking for a hookup? Attempt Grindr or Tinder. There’s dozens of choices. Well, at least if you’re not a minority.

If you’re youthfull, black and female, your identity might be a liability. Latest studies have proven that online dating can be tainted by racism. According to Kevin Lewis, a University of California-San Diego professor and sociologist, the average user of an online dating site is more likely to to contact someone who shares his/her racial background. Using OkCupid as his data pool, he gathered the following information about the racial breakdown of user interactions: “Most dudes (except Black studs) are unlikely to initiate contact with Black women, all dudes (including Asian boys) are unlikely to reply to Asian women, and albeit women from all racial backgrounds tend to initiate contact with dudes from the same background, women from all racial backgrounds also disproportionately reply to white fellows.”

Lewis’s studies may be unsettling or hard to believe, as other findings have verified that interracial marriage is on the upswing. Regardless, the everyday racism that Black women encounter in the real world is often translated into a few thoughtless and crass keystrokes. In fact, the Wall Street Journal proclaimed that Black women are “the most unmarried group of people in the U.S.”

Unlike the writer, Ralph Richard Banks, I believe that the factors of fetishization and exoticism are often magnified in the online dating world, framing the explanation by a matter of “desirability” or at worst, the consequences of self-segregation, blatantly disregards the roadblocks that prevent a higher marriage rate among Black women. Hiding behind the relative anonymity of the Internet permits all walks of bigots and sexists to vocalize their views. Some are so bold as to state this “preference” in their profiles, listing which races they don’t want to date. What woman wants to be permanently reminded that she’s deemed unwanted every time she logs into her OkCupid account?

I’ve determined to give up on online dating as an act of self-care. In the more eloquent words of Audre Lorde, “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence. It is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” I suspect that my creep magnet was on extra-high due to living in an area of the country where whiteness is homogenized and liberal racism runs rampant. The suburbs of Connecticut aren’t shining beacons of racial diversity. I can’t help but recall the description of the state by n + 1 writer Freddie Deboer, “Aside from a few college towns — Fresh Haven, Fresh London, Fresh Britain, ‘Fresh’ as in England, fresh as in ‘no old money’ — where there’s some real diversity, Connecticut is a sea of convenient whiteness with afflicted pockets of brown.”

If you’re an over-educated Black woman of a racially-mixed background, Connecticut may not be the best place to find a date, let alone a relationship. Sometimes strangers make a game out of guessing my ethnicity, I’ve been asked if I’m Puerto Rican, Indian, Spanish, mixed and Hawaiian. White people are always fascinated by my natural hair. Some ask questions such as, “Is it real/is it all yours?” or “What does it feel like?” The majority simply brush aside all rules of etiquette or respect and reach out and dig their fingers into my hair as tho’ I were a lamb at a petting zoo. I was once in a restaurant when an older, white, weathered-looking man determined to pet my head without warning. He suggested a hollow apology, telling that “he couldn’t help himself,” as tho’ this disturbance of my private space was a well-meaning joke. When he later bought me a shot, I promptly told the bartender to send it back. The people in my lunch party, who had witnessed the entire awkward exchange, couldn’t understand why I was “being so sensitive.” The microaggressions that have woven themselves into the narrative of my daily life were a predictable feature of my practice on OkCupid.

Sadly, like many other women, I received a slew of sexually crude messages from the moment I created my profile, some popping up before I’d had the chance to upload any pictures. When I did add pictures, I got a barrage of poorly typed one-liners ranging from, “Wut are you?” and “What kind of Black and what kind of Asian are you?” to “Where r u originally from?” After he’d opened with a brief “hello,” one 40-something gentleman told me that I needed to embark going to the gym. There were a few who would adamantly make plans, only to stand me up.

The longer I stayed on the site, the more I was approached by dudes who eventually exposed their outright, if not covert, New-England breed of racism. For example, when I was contacted by one particular man, I thought I’d eventually sorted through the endless reject pile and found someone who was respectful, interesting and thoughtful. Turns out my expectations were too high. After voicing that sometimes I felt awkward walking through my neighborhood due to the laser-beam stares of some of the white residents, this white man recommended that I “stop taking racism so personally.” He went on to add that he “knew what it was like to be a minority because sometimes [he] had been to bars where he was the only white person inwards and [he] had been in neighborhoods where everyone was Hispanic and didn’t speak English.” He couldn’t understand why I was offended by his deliberate ignorance.

My OkCupid account quickly turned into a black slot of negativity. Logging on began to feel like indulging in sadism. What fresh form of manhandle would I see next? What form of anti-blackness would I encounter? I learned that as soon as you deleted and blocked a troll, another would be ready to take his place. They all resembled one another and they all recycled the same catch phrases and idiotic lines. There were the ones who thought that they were complimenting me by confessing that they didn’t normally find Black women attractive, but they’d date me. There were the ones who overcompensated and proclaimed that they “even however [they] were white, [they] didn’t date white ladies.” These studs were not attracted to the self-possessed person I was choosing to project on the site, but simply because my skin color was an anomaly, a point of amusement and Otherly fascination in their little bubble world.

As word travels down the petite town grapevine of former classmates’ engagements and weddings and babies, I am not intimidated by these mainstream markers of “successful adulthood.” I deleted my OkCupid and Tinder accounts and I don’t have any interest in attempting out any other sites. I am not telling that all Black women should totally give up on online dating. For me, the choice is more about preserving my mental, emotional and psychological health. Why should I go online to read some man hiding behind a computer spew the same garbage that I hear in the real world?

Ralph Richard Banks from The Wall Street Journal may say that the quick fix to marriage rates among Black women is to stop being picky, but he fails to realize that battling racism and objectification while clicking through dating profiles is an tedious, taxing feat. Some women would rather avoid the anguish of being abjected and coldly rejected.

Originally posted on Literally, Darling an online magazine by and for twenty-something women, which features the individual, provocative, awkward, pop-filled and pressing issues of our gender and generation. This is an exact representation of our exaggerated selves.

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