Dark baby, fair baby
Do you even care?
Happy baby, healthy baby
Hear hear hear.
(To be sung to the tune of ‘Warm Kitty’ from ‘Big Bang Theory’)
The incident that prompted this article:
Recently, my maid asked me for the name of a baby lotion which she had taken from me a few years back.
“It made my grandson fair. My granddaughter is now 3 months old. She is so black“, she proclaimed shaking her head.
I tried explaining to her that the lotion probably only made the skin feel softer and did not really change the skin color. Also, my thoughts on how the baby’s beauty did not depend on her skin color fell on deaf ears.
“But it’s a girl“, she said with a look of finality.
Later that day, she went on to buy the said product on her strained budget. That’s the type of conditioning we have inbuilt.
Question for the day: How many of you were asked about the color of your baby’s skin as soon as he/she was born?
(Bar-A-Thon has only an alternate day schedule, but this was one ‘view’ I wanted to discuss with my readers. It fit so snug with the prompt that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. )