My 2 Second Shelf Life

If you don't know me by now,
You will never never never know me...

I don't tell people that my husband is not white.
It's just not something you can pop into a conversation and not look like an ass.
So, often people will know me for months, even years in a professional setting and not know, and apparently this is an important piece of information for some people.
Ostensibly, it says something about me as a person to some people.

I was speaking with a woman whom I interact with almost daily.
We've had laughs and conversation. We've shared jokes, and fashion advice, and I quite liked her.

Until yesterday, when she talked about "those people", and how "they" behave, and how "they" don't come out for parent nights, or get involved in Parent Councils, but "they're" the first ones to come in guns-a-blazin' playing the race card when "they're" not happy with something.

I told her that my husband was always involved with his children's schooling, talking to Principals, and Teachers, he was always interested in what was going on, and behaved in a civilized manner with people...and it took her a moment to connect the dots.
Then, I told her that my husband is one of "them".

Then she looked embarrassed, and uncomfortable.
She then started with the "not all, but...you have to admit..."

Now, I can't ever see her the same way again.
But frankly, I don't care how she sees me.

And that's sad, because really I should take this as an opportunity to show her how wrong she is to make the assumption...you know...the whole one person at a time thing...

I'm too tired to convince her.

It's true when they say that one thing can change your mind about someone forever.