My mistake-I thought you'll were talking about black folks.
Nah, I don't think I've referred to black folks yet. I could, if you wanted. I grew up in Mississippi in the 60s. Mind you, I wan't a cracker; I got threatened by both blacks and whites for openly supporting civil rights in junior high, when desegregation finally made its way to the backwaters where I lived. Back to the point of skin color, everybody in our school knew (the real crackers couldn't admit it openly, of course) that Sharon (no last names here) was far and above the hottest chick in the whole school, and she was a "high yellow". Her chief rival was Dee, who only lost out because she was dark as coal. They were both hotter than my descriptions could do justice to. (Maybe because I was still getting used to puberty at the time.)
And don't get me started on Angela. Damn.
What were we talking about again? Kinda got lost in the memories...