the Black and White cookie

 

The Black and White cookie, one of my favorite snacks of all time, is oddly enough not even a cookie at all, in the traditional sense.  it’s a cake;  its fluffiness and mouth-drying texture are signifiers to it being not-at-all a cookie.  the only cookie-like quality it retains is its round, flat shape.  It tastes pretty good with chocolate milk.  matter of fact, this is what i had for lunch today.

in true american form, the very idea of the black and white cookie conveys its divisive nature;  it almost challenges you to choose a side, which one do you prefer?  The Black or the White?  Jerry Seinfeld once commented about the cookie as “two races of flavor living side by side,” offering up a sort of cynicism of American Utopia (can we all just get along?)  Clearly, he was just joking.  It is impossible top eat the B & W cookie without having an opinion on which side tastes the best.

Upon eating my lunch this was the very idea that concerned me.  Every time I consume the yummyness that is the B & W cookie, I am reaffirmed with the opinion that the White half is the best.  Now, I know that all I’m discussing here is a sweet, but for all intents and purposes this opinion twists my whole world around.  In any comparison of things black and white, I (almost without hesitation) always bet on black, so to speak.

better music: black or white?

i have always supported the notion of black people being innovators in the arts, while whites appropriate these styles to make them their own.  not a knock against my white brethren, who although not technically creating rock & roll, have become the face of rock music all while continually pushing the genre.  but if the question was rap versus rock,  the answer is as simple as reciting the words to Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice:”  blacks all the way baby.

better athletes: black or white?

totally subjective topic, but the fact of the matter is the impact of black athletes in professional sports is still today like no other issue that has affected sports.

while there are certain merits and some justification to the wide-eyed appreciation of white basketball players before blacks would be heavily involved in the league,  the choice can be compacted into name dropping.  Jordan.  Hakeem.  Shaq.  Kobe.  Dr. J.  Oscar Robertson.  Lebron.  Whoever.  All these people have contributed to the globalization and increased profitability of the sport.

Tiger Woods, who is certainly not white, is the dominant player in any sport.

Barry Bail Bonds is going to break the record, people!  Admittedly, steroids is a non issue to me and I am not convinced that just by taking steroids Barry has been able to do what he has done.  If so, then Jason Giambi will be playing 10 more years chasing the record himself.

The English Premier League benefits from the black talent the league showcases week by week, something other international leagues of the world’s greatest sport still do not embrace

black chicks or white chicks:

This is clearly a matter of reference.  but just looking at the entertainment industry we can make some definite comparisons.  The hottest chick in the game by far in Beyonce. The hottest white chick is …. AngelinaJolie?  Jessica Biel?  Some random porn star would probably be a better match-up against the like of Beyonce, but it doesn’t come close to Bey’s grip on the title of hottest chick on the planet.

slang?

no even worthy of discussion.

tastier part of the B & W cookie?

for whatever reason the black fudge is always creamier in contrast to the hardened frost of the white … frost (icing?)?  the black part comes off almost like a cupcake, which is definitely not a good thing (just thinking of those crappy cupcakes i used to eat during someone’s birthday in grade school makes me want to hurl just a tad).  The white part is frosted icing, almost invoking snow (in my humble, moronic opinion).  it’s texture compliments the cakey cookie.

so to tally up:  black wins in some important cultural institutions, except the B & W cookie.  Such an inconsistency in my life obviously is mindboggling, and it inspired the most pointless, yet poignant post of my life.