You can use other online data to see this split personality play out elsewhere.
The night Obama was first elected was a moment of catharsis. All the dating data I’ve seen fits Ok Cupid’s pattern: black people and Asian men get short shrift.
We looked at race in one of our very first posts, and today I’d like to revisit the topic with fresh data.
This article folds in millions of person-to-person interactions, what one human being thinks of another. Ok Cupid’s gives you The values in these tables are “preference vs.
It really felt like something had changed about the way America perceived and thought about race, and for at least that brief moment, the nation appeared united. For example, below are the numbers from Date Hookup, a site that we acquired a few years ago (but that still operates independently.) Date Hookup has a distinct userbase, a distinct user acquisition model, a distinct interface, yet their data reflects the same basic biases: While Ok Cupid is large enough that its demographics reflect the general Internet-using public, Date Hookup is a niche site particularly popular with Latinos and blacks (those groups comprise 13% and 20% of the site, respectively.) Other sites in our portfolio, with still different demographics and business models, show the same attraction patterns.
No less than Karl Rove captured the moment well: “an African-American candidate who was aspirational and inspirational…is very powerful. Q: Is it possible that some small number of users is throwing off the averages? For example, 82% of non-black men on Ok Cupid show some bias against black women.
Black women have told me it's because I'm a sellout.
The parting gifts that I earned from mastering “Good-Dick-and-Good-Convo-But-Conditional-Commitment 5201” are torn, outgrown, weathered, broken, and trashed.
I have finally fallen in love (or risen) with a good man, because the support I always imagined found me without my asking.
But not just shocked — livid even, disgusted.(after I started winning pageants). People often volunteered their confusion with the juxtaposition of my attractiveness and my skin tone — because they somehow didn’t belong together. I was frightened and my senses were heightened by instinct, because I was a woman, who didn’t look like the locals, walking through the hood near midnight with my full purse slung across my shoulder.
In part, I left The South because I felt very ostracized. And I was walking with a White man during one of the most racially tense weeks of the year. Drew held my hand as we walked through the neighborhood, and he told stories to try and distract me from my panic.