flashback to last week as the champ enters au bon pain to order his usual sandwich:
***btw, the champ never switches sandwiches, because n*ggas with degrees and multiple tattoos never switch sandwiches. we find a sandwich we like, and we stick with it. forever. he’s never had anything at the cheescake factory other than the shrimp and bacon club, and he only eats big macs at mickey d’s. this builds character***
“i’d like a chipped ham on a croissant with lettuce, tomato, onions, and mayo”
the au bon pain hoochie behind the counter squints and sneers her nose at me a bit while asking me to repeat the order…
“i’d like a chipped ham on a croissant with lettuce, tomato, onions, and mayo”
(she replies) “mayo?”
“yes muthaf*cka, mayo!!!“ i reply loudly…in my head.
because this is beginning to turn into a laurel and hardy routine, i finally ask her…
“yeah, mayo. whats wrong with mayo???”
“you’re the first black man thats ever been in here that asked for mayo on his sandwich. i asked because i couldn’t believe what i was hearing”
“i aint your average black man, wrench. now go make my f*cking sandwich” i reply in my head again.
“i cant explain it. i just like mayo, i guess”…
…i finally respond with a unsurprisingly vacant amount of bass in my voice.
when they called my name to pick up my order, i buttoned my coat up, lowered my kangol, and approached the counter refusing to make eye contact with anybody, like i was about to pick up a snuff film.
although this incident took place in less than three minutes, it brought up a more serious issue…something that has been bothering me for almost a decade now…
…who decided that black people aren’t supposed to like mayonnaise?
from overpriced deli’s in depressed mid-atlantic cities, to the wildly underrated undercover brother, mayonnaise is seen as the bane of all black existence, and i need to know why.
in my confusion, i’ve come up with a couple theories to possibly explain our disdain for it.
1. black men are very intimate when it comes to our deli meats, and having a white spread in there makes us think about gentrification and billy bob thornton
2. we disdain mayo because it looks too much like spunk, and nobody wants to be thinking about man spunk when theyre eating a deli sandwich… especially not on thursdays
anyway, this incident made me think about the concept of stereotypes–the stuff your demographic info is supposed to indicate about you and your likes, dislikes, strengths, and weaknesses. this idea permeates everything from the music you’re probably supposed to listen to, to the smooth, off-white condiments you’re supposed to eat.
in keeping with yesterdays tone of post-racial multicultural coitus, i’m sure you’re all aware of the racial, sexual, and cultural stereotypes assumed of you…but what about you completely bucks the trend?
the rhythm-less blacks, the big-booty asian, the 20-something conservative, the virginal latina, this is your time to shine. what are your mayo stories?
—the champ