[Nicole Kidman]Note: The following may offend some readers. My aim is to be truthful rather than politically correct. The view I express is my own (very male) point of view. If you prefer received doctrine on his subject, I refer you to the Wikipedia.

White women come from Europe, the Middle East, parts of India and regions nearby. Since 1500 many can be found in North and South America, Australia and southern Africa.

The sort I am thinking of live in North America and look as if they are pure European by blood, even though some are from the Middle East, like Paula Abdul, or are part Asian, like Yasmeen Ghauri and Ann Curry. More than a tenth of white women in America and most of those in Brazil are part African - they just do not look it. You can be one-eighth African and still pass for white in America.

In most of the world women have black hair and brown eyes. So do a lot of white women, but many do not.

Their natural hair can be black, brown, red or yellow. It is not woolly like African hair nor straight as a pin like East Asian hair, but somewhere in between.

Their skin is between fair and olive. Some have freckles - small spots of brown on their face and shoulders. That comes from the Celts. The freckles become more noticeable in the summer. The summer sun turns most white women light brown if they are outside enough.

Because of their fair skin, their lips can look redder.

Their noses are often long and thin, sometimes pointed.

Their eyes are the most incredible part: most are brown, but some are blue, green or something in between called hazel. Their eyes are rounder and their cheekbones lower.

They have a fuller figure than East Asian women but less of one than African women.

Many think of white women as having yellow hair and blue eyes because that is what sets them apart. But most have naturally brown hair and brown eyes. Many colour their hair. Look at their men to compare.

White men, at least in North America since 1950, seem to like thin white women with large breasts. They do not seem to care that much if a woman is flat in the back.

Many black men in America think white women are easier to get along with than black women. That is true in a way. Where black women seem to ask themselves “Am I being stepped on?”, white women wonder, “Do people like me?”

In some cases this sort of pleasing-others thinking is admirable, almost saintly. But too often it leads to a certain falseness. You do not seem to be talking to a real person; you do not know their true feelings. There is the outer person that is pleasing, of course, but then there is an inner person that is hidden.

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