i heard that quote at a party during the waning days of my collegiate life. a few girls had taken to mocking prevailing notions in the US of africa being one huge land mass with relatively homogeneous people.
apparently someone at that party took the sarcasm quite literally and came up with this shit here. thanks to my pal DPB for spotting it.
wowzer. there are so many directions one can take with these invitations. hmmm, let's start with the salutation. 'unga gawa ooba (you're invited to a cook-out).' seriously, i'm hoping that's a literal translation and not some bastardized version of this woman's notion of an african language.
and the outfits! actually, my polynesian brethren might be taken aback by this as well. grass skirts appear to hide the shameful genitals of these "primitive" folks, and the woman modestly hides her mammary glands behind some sort of spandex-looking tube top.
elongated necks! exaggerated lips! asphalt complexions!
so here's a question: if this invitation were in possession of a person perceived to not be of african descent, would it be offensive?
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