Not just a week a go, Angela and Jill both had dates. While dates are hard to come by even for two voluptuous vixens like ourselves, we were and we say were happy for each other. But the happiness came to a halt when one of the -isms crept in for both of us. The -ism not being sexism, not communism, but racism.Okay, let’s start with Jill:I went out with what I thought a pretty cool, talented guy. The date went well until I heard while we were driving past B.K. Flyer’s, “I think there is a difference between niggers and black people.” “Oh,” I said not really sure if he was doing crack that day or he was a Nazi. I was extremely offended. He asked if I wanted to comment. I said, “I don’t agree, just leave it at that.”Now hindsight has taken over and what I should have said was, “I think there is a difference between f—ing assholes and the men I usually date, you being the former.” Why didn’t I say it? Obviously I was the one on crack that day because I’m a very vocal person and usually have no problems saying how I feel. I really think I was in shock that in this day and age, people like this are still polluting the earth and continuing to breed. Listen up guys, this was the biggest turn off of my dating career. I am not racist, my only prejudice is very stupid, I repeat stupid people and this character obviously had the brains and the personality of a squid. If you are a racist, sexist, homophobic, anti-feminist, pain in my ass, get over it! You know the lyric, “Free your mind and the rest will follow,” (thank you En Vogue) follow it!If the message has not effectively been seared into all the squid brains floating around out there I (Angela) have sadly yet another example of the dating horror racist zone.I met a guy last week while out with some co-workers. I had not met him before but we had several mutual friends. He asked me out and thinking he was a fairly well-adjusted, non-shock therapy needing individual, I said, “Sure, sounds great!”We went out a few days later and while sitting at a stop light a black man began crossing the street. Earlier in the evening I had made fun of my date for saying something silly and I asked him if he was on crack jokingly. So apparently from his point of view in the spirit of keeping a theme to this more increasingly lackluster date he makes this unbelievable tacky remark. “Hey Angela, I bet he could give you some crack.”All I could manage to say was, “What?” (translation: are you seriously that much of a close minded, rebel flag toting freak?) Answer affirmatively being, “yes.” I was ready for this date to be over.In total agreement with my fellow columnist, Jill, I am continually amazed that these KKK breeders are still out there. How do we expect the young men, women and children of this country to live by the golden rule (for those of you who don’t know: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you), and love each other with the continual passing of the white robe and mask drenched in hate. All the concerns about the direction our country is going financially and in the world spectrum is irrelevant if we hate the core of diversity America was built on.Jill Boatman is a graduating senior majoring in journalism from Reynoldsburg, Ohio and Angela Miller is a graduating senior majoring in journalism from West Jefferson, Ohio who only hope the next time a guy decides to ask them out don’t come from the same gene pool as the above mentioned dates; they are EOD (equal opportunity daters).