"You're pretty... for a Black girl."
I'm pretty — period. Grow up.
"Wow, your hair is really soft."
Of course it is. Is my hair supposed to feel like wool?
"You don't talk Black."
What is "talking Black?" White people don't own intelligence, and speaking intelligently doesn't mean I'm speaking white. Check yourself.
"Your hair is so beautiful. Is it a weave?"
Either way, you can't touch it. Don't ask.
"You remind me so much of [insert a celebrity's name who looks nothing like you]. Has anybody ever told you that?"
Yes, many people have told me I look like Queen Latifah and Jill Scott. Has anybody ever told you to stop asking that question?
"I don't normally date Black girls, but you're different."
That is not a compliment. There's nothing attractive about separating Black women into "worthy" and "unworthy" categories. Try again.
"You're so beautiful! Are you mixed?"
Let me stop you right there: I'm Black mixed with more Black. Mixing in whiteness (or anything else) doesn't make me more or less beautiful. Stop it.