What Are You Mixed With?
What you mixed with?
INT. LIVING ROOM SOFA
HOLLY is on the phone talking to a friend about her racial identity.
“I hate it when people ask me what I’m mixed with!...No, seriously. You ask. I answer. Why isn’t my answer good enough? So what my hair is ‘curly’...black folks can’t have curly hair? Or yes, I’m light skinned...and?!?! Like, take my answer and have a nice day, or at least stop bugging me with that ‘what else you mixed with’ bullshit.”
“Girl, I know! I had a nigga follow me through the entire grocery store asking if i was mixed! I’m like, damn, Is that the new ‘what’s your sign?’--Well, I sure hope not. And I mean, like does my ancestry turn you on? I just can’t with these fools--”
“Girl, but wait...tell me why Danny thinks its not absurd that people ask me that shit?!?!?! He talkin bout’ ‘Well, you do have curly hair…’I’m almost scared that if we weren’t married that would be his weak ass game too (laughing)”
“Girrrrl, he been out the game too long, he soundin like these clowns”
“We need to make up some shit to tell these fools that ask this dumb ass question. Imma start tellin niggas I’m from Iceland or some shit.”
“They gon’ be like, ‘Where’s Iceland? And I need to go there!! If they got cuties like you walkin around…(laughing)”
“Niggas talkin bout my girl Icelandic...bad as shit!!”
“Well, alright chica, I gotta go, Danny just walked in. I’ll talk to you later.”
Holly goes to the bathroom and uses her Mixed Chicks products. Camera spotlights her “mixed qualities”.
FADE TO BLACK