A lot of innately racist, problematic white people use their black friends as secondary characters. If they even have black friends. All the while living in a fantasy of main character energy, when they themselves are the most basic people you’ll ever meet. On multiple occasions working at Blue Smoke I had base bitches from bum fuck NOWHERE try to do this to me. They needed sunscreen aging like expired milk, and a reality check. You came to MY city, where I’m a native. I didn’t move to the hole you crawled out of, nor need my co-workers as a makeshift family to replace what was left behind. This best black friend trope had EVERYTHING to do with their delusional. Via: NoMoreLateFees
