This reminds me of a time when I was a young, impressionable college student, and I went to CVS to purchase some household products.
I had recently removed my long, shaggy hair, and was having a tough time keeping it in place. So among the items on my list was something to help with that. But I didn't know what hair product was best for me, and the riches of capitalism had me staring at an overwhelming amount of products and brands. Hair spray. Texturizing paste. Mousse? No way I could afford to try them all. I had to pick one[/i]. And I needed it to be the right choice so that I could elevate my odds of having sex with women.
"You look a bit lost there, young man" I heard somebody say behind me as I was reading the label on a bottle of LA Looks medium hold hair gel. I turned around to see a well-dressed African American man who appeared to be in his mid 30s. I smiled and replied "yeah, look at all these choices. They all seem to be calling for me. But I don't know what to get." The man motioned for me to step aside as he crouched down to grab a circular container from the bottom shelf. He then handed it to me. "Murray's Pomade. Are you sure...?" I said, noticing that the label featured 2 African Americans sporting well-groomed afro hairstyles. Had the man not noticed the white skin encompassing my entire body? "Trust me" the man replied, and then walked away.
After I finished shopping, I came home and applied Murray's Pomade to my hair for the first time. It was then and there that I knew I found the right hair product for me. I chose to trust the words of a man who was not only of a different race than me, but was recommending a product that appeared to be designed and marketed toward people of different race than myself. And it paid off. God bless America.
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