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Enamored

My word for today is enamored. To inflame with love. This year is almost 10% done and I feel enveloped in a blissful creative flame.

I wish everyone felt like that. That they were at the place in their lives where they are ready to leap to the their next creative plane and unleash their imagination.

It’s a good feeling. I think about the people in Haiti and I’m hopeful that this disaster will inspire both children and adults to invent solutions to make it easier to save lives.

So many lives were lost instantaneously. The body count continues to rise and so few resources to help them.

I’m so thankful that there are those that are enamored with preserving life and protecting the innocent.

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New Year

I don’t really know how to sum up the last decade but I’m looking forward to the next 10 years. I don’t have any hard resolutions. I try to think as futurist. Living and changing like time doesn’t matter.

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Twitter journalism, hating and butt-hurt.

I have fallen prey to the iphone tweetdeck seduction and have not logged into my twitter account on the web via big screen in quite sometime. I miss doing that, seeing it large text and on the web seems to have more importance. It forces me to take my time to read through more meaningful tweets instead of swiping away with 1 finger on my iphone.

Ordinarily I would skip retweets but today I paid particular attention to it because of the tweet

FreddieGibbs

I guess a few people butt-hurt about the LA Weekly cover,http://slavismyname.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/the-freddie-gibbs-affair-my-side/

My first inclination was who is Freddie Gibbs and why is he in my timeline and what is a butt-hurt?

It caught me offguard because different usernames that I don’t follow appeared in my timeline. A nice big pop up box points out the fact that I may be “wondering who this is” I wish I could hack twitter to change it to read “You may be wondering who the fuck this is?”

It goes on to read, someone you follow thought this was worth retweeting… so I marinated on that for a while. The concept of retweeting is really just digital word of mouth, a feature that many I’m sure take for granted. I thought to myself are people watching comes out of their digital mouths and furthermore am I being mindful of what e-banter I decide to listen to and or retweet.

The tweet was retweeted by DJ Skee, who I have worked with some years ago is a cool cat, dj and entrepreneur here in Los Angeles. If you are into the mixtape circuit or follow any number of west coast rappers, you will have heard of him.

I click the link about this butt-hurt article and LA weekly cover. I had in fact seen the cover yesterday and thought who the hell is Freddie Gibbs and here it is this morning I am being retweeted by the man himself. You ask, and you shall receive.

I am an avid fan of hip hop and former entertainment publicist. I take great pride in listening to new artists and try to stay in the know as to what is hot in the streets and airwaves.  I am not familiar with Mr.Gibbs or his music. I haven’t heard his songs on the radio or seen a music video for him.

After some reading and investigation I see that the link that Skee has reposted via Freddie Gibbs is a blog entry written by a Slav Kandyba. My next question is who is Slav Kandyba, why has he written the article about this Freddie Gibbs that Skee has retweeted. Slav is a hip hop journalist that writes for a variety of urban magazines.

The blog entry my opinion was an objective op-ed piece about a premature LA Weekly cover spot similar to Obama winning the Nobel Prize. Having been a publicist I can empathize with Slav (even without hearing Freddie Gibbs music) There are lots of rappers on the market right now, that have talent but need development and stage presence. I don’t think the blog was an attack/hating on Mr.Gibbs contrary to the blog comments after the article.

The comments in the blog entry prompted me to write the post you are reading now. Why does this notion of “hating” surface when anyone has an opinion contrary to your own. It is such a limiting and immature concept that main stream society has undeniably picked up from rap lyrics and hip hop culture.

To be sure I am being fair, I visited Freddie Gibbs twitter page. Of the first things I see is his picture and under the bio it says “Fuck Rap”. What does that mean? I wasn’t sure if he was attempting to be sarcastic or abstract.

I didn’t want to read too much into that so I clicked on his myspace link for a listen. MIDWESTGANGSTABOXFRAMECADILLACMUZIC

is the title of his myspace page. I am from Chicago (which is not far from Gary Indiana) I can’t say I know of many rappers coming from Gary, so I am interested to seeing what Mr.Gibbs has to rap about. There’s a myspace error and I can’t hear his music. Gotta love technology, so I go old school and just read as much as I can about Freddie Gibbs.

His brief bio reads:

Hailing from Gary, Indiana, a place whose murder and crime rates have ranked it several times at the top of the “Most Dangerous Cities” list, Freddie Gibbs is the true definition of a street survivor. Raised on Gary’s east side, Gibbs lived the hard life firsthand in a run-down industrial community plagued with vice and ignored by the establishment. After playing at Ball State on a football scholarship, Gibbs was kicked out of college.

The first thing I am told is he is from Gary and it’s a dangerous city. **Disclaimer: I am an older consumer of hip hop,kid from the 70s,college educated and a woman. So my take on hip hop is a bit different than most**

In typical hip hop fashion, I am presented with Mr.Gibbs certificate of “street authenticity”, why that is important anymore is beyond me specifically since the large part of young hip hop listeners are white and asian kids from the suburbs who may buy the music but wouldn’t live in, give a job to, marry or do business with any of the artists they revere so much.. but moving on.

It seems that Gibbs attended college at Ball state, and was subsequently kicked out. While I am not “hating” on his publicist, that sentence makes no sense. I am now left wondering why he was kicked out of college, which was clearly an opportunity afforded to him by way of his football scholarship and ultimately a way to get away from Gary. (Ball State University by the way is in Muncie, Indiana it’s a 4 hour drive from there.)

I continue to read Gibbs bio and I’m told he turned to a life of hustling, pimping and selling crack. The more I read the bio the less I want to listen to his music. I can’t understand why a young black man who was given a scholarship to get away from one the most dangerous cities in America would want to fuck off his scholarship. I’m only left to assume he did not want to be there and wanted to trade education for fame and the nasty music business.

While I’m waiting on myspace to fix their technical error, I see a few videos farther down on the page. I also decide to tweet Mr.Gibbs and ask him what he means by “Fuck Rap”. I will be surprised if I get a response since a good portion of artists twitter accounts are managed by publicists and managers (or should be). I’ll update if I do in fact hear back from Mr.Gibbs or his representation.

At this point I am hoping he can rap his ass of and his beats should be superb.I select my first song. Nigga machine. My first thought is that he sounds like Dr.Dre when he was younger, mixed with Twista and a Bun B southern flow.

He’s not half bad. I didn’t hear anything that was particularly unique but I’m happy there’s new talent coming from the midwest.I could go on about my concern for the young black man’s plight and their fascination with street life but that’s another entry for another day.

I visit his wiki page to learn more about Freddie and see what articles I can find about him that garnered his ability (I really mean his mgmt team) to score the LA Weekly cover.

I chuckled to myself having read the first intro paragraph that Jeff Weiss described Gibbs philosophy in the context of Too $hort. (I used to do pr work for Mr.Shaw’s Up All Nite Music) While reading I inadvertently find my first discrepancy, in the LA weekly article it says that Gibbs’ uncles death steered him from crack, but in his myspace bio it says “Feeling like the system had failed him, Gibbs turned to hustling; pimping and selling crack out of a local house”.

I find the answer to my previous question, What would make him fuck off a college scholarship. Weiss must have been reading my mind. Weiss writes - things went awry once Gibbs realized that college athletics meant total devotion: practice, film sessions, boring classes.

I’ll try not to take offense to the “boring classes”. College, like anything is what you make it. You either want to be there or you don’t.  I’ll trade classes any day over fearing for my life,going to jail or selling drugs to my own people but that’s just me.

I learned from both the SlavKandyba blog and LA Weekly article that Gibbs was dropped from his label. I imagine that is true butt-hurt.(still not sure what that means I think it’s like having your panties in a bunch but I will have to get someone to break that down for me) and then he developed a drug habit.

Just to recap, Rapper from Gary, fucks off college to run the streets, gets dropped from label and turns to drugs and is given a LA weekly cover.

I’m just wondering where his parents are since the only mention of them I read was  “I preferred the jail time, but mom and pops would rather visit a nigga’ in an Army uniform.”

Call me crazy but why would someone prefer butt-hurt in jail than go to the army? I can’t be too harsh on Mr.Gibbs since his story is a typical one for black men coming from under served metropolitan areas. However, I am tired of the media promoting that as the ONLY story for black men in America and I have “butt-hurt” from the idea that black men give the media cause to continue to flood the world with these stories.

Weiss also adds “Despite the buzz, Gibbs remains very much an underground phenomenon with his MySpace and YouTube metrics not yet on par with recent acts that have attracted seven-figure deals. But he has inspired a devotion rare in the Rapidshare-era”.Then why in the hell did he get an LA Weekly cover?

I’m all for credit when credit is due but based on what I read and what I heard in his music today, he has a little way to go before he is commanding that type of attention. Kudos to his team for making the connections to get him the story but I would suggest that they hire some people to develop him as an artist and less time on getting magazine covers that he doesn’t fit the bill for just yet.

I’ll be the first to support Mr.Gibbs when he is ready to play with the big boys, until then I’ll be coping the free mixtape from Datpiff.com

Have a happy Sunday.

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You got that good hair, watchu mixed with Indian?

Tonight I finally got to see Chris Rock’s Good Hair. I encourage everyone to go out and support the film. It was good. I don’t really have a review because it will give away too much but I will offer you my thoughts on some of the issues covered in the movie.

Chris does a great job of breaking down the business model of Black Hair Products in the United States. What I feel was missing was more example of women with natural long hair like myself. There is a bit of a stigma with being the one with “good hair”. For the record I don’t think there is good or bad hair but I’m also guilty of being oblivious to the fact I am supposed to be in that category.

When someone says oh you have that good hair (straight hair) i.e. hair like white women it really burns me up. I am labeled and it’s assumed that because I have this “good hair” that I also must have a certain attitude that goes with it. The oh she thinks she is better than.. because she has good hair and the deal closer (light skin)

Having long hair and coming from a family of generations of women with long hair I take for granted the difference between my lifestyle and someone else who doesn’t have naturally long hair must have. I really never stopped to think about it.

There are certain things I have never experienced. I have never had a weave and I don’t know what it’s like to have braids. The only time I had a relaxer in my hair was on the edges of my hairline. I don’t think I ever had a full perm. The last time I had any chemical in my hair was at 17.

When I walk into beauty shops I either get compliments or mean stares and god forbid I say I want to cut my hair you would think I had sinned against nature. I mean afterall it’s just hair to me. A fortunate few may remember when I cut off all my hair. It was a very satisfying experience. Other people have always made more of a fuss about my hair than I have.

I get tired of people both black and white wanting to touch my hair. I hate to hear a man say, Is that all you? I used to be so self conscious about my hair. There are times I when was in school I wanted it to be short so I would be like all my friends.

It wasn’t until I got to college that I just didn’t care anymore. I used to always wear it in a ponytail so that people would stop trying to touch it. Touching my hair goes in the basket with, what are you mixed with, how did your hair get to be so long and I bet you don’t like to get it wet.

Hair is more about style and texture than it is genetics as far as I’m concerned. I can’t help having a multi-ethnic background no more than a person who has short or coarse hair can change their parents genetics to make them have had a child to have straight hair.

While dating, my hair is always a topic of conversation but should I joke about someone footing the $60+ up keep for maintenance on my hair the topic is quickly changed. My hair continues to look the way it does because I take care of my hair.

I don’t use chemicals, I don’t put heat on it other than when I go to the shop and I try to eat well. I keep it maintained, use several organic products on my hair and they are not cheap. In the summer I used mixxed chics shampoo and conditioner and in the fall I let my hair dresser work his magic with his treatments.

Having long and straight hair has is share of issues too. It’s expensive to maintain. You are instantly stripped of any private personal space you have because everyone wants to touch you like you are an exhibit at a circus sideshow.

You are automatically made the “voice” of your culture to the outside community to explain the difference between MY hair and other black women’s hair. You no longer have a distinct persona. Such as.. oh that Kryssy.. you mean the one with the LONG hair.

Like I was saying earlier, I would have liked to have seen more women with my point of view to add to the conversation because everyone with long hair doesn’t have a weave.

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I will cut you!

So I had to follow up my DV post with a very frank note. Domestic Violence prevention.

Start paying attention when someone tells you they have been violent or abusive in the past, you have seen them be abusive to someone else and if they seem fucking crazy. Forgive me in all types of ways for the shit I am about to say.

If you are a man or a woman and are antagonizing, instigating or barking up a potential abusers tree. Stop. No like really stop running up in a guy’s face thinking that he will NEVER think to put hands on me.


The same for the fellas stop talking crazy to women and think that oh she is too small she can’t hurt me, so that when she cuts your ass and you are in the hospital you will think.. How did that happen?

For my LGBT folks and I have worked in the violence shelters for y’all too. Just because Ms thang aka your boyfriend has a put a ring on it video on youtube or your girlfriend is in a biker club, don’t mean shit either. Same sex couples have violence issues just like the rest of the world. 

Seriously. Sit your ass down somewhere before he or she cracks you upside your damn head. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. There is always 3 sides to the story. Your side, their side and the TRUTH.

Ladies and gentleman stop ignoring the signs. It’s not cute if a man or woman is doing any of the following:

a) being rough with you while they are upset
b) he or she is emotionally manipulating you. If someone lacks emotional empathy you need to re evaluate what YOU consider to be love. That ain’t it
c) someone is verbally abusive. Yes people cuss but being degraded is never cute.

Stop being naive folks. You know a crazy woman or man when you see them. It isn’t just the thugs or the hood chics that are violent, some of you book smart but street stupid folks would believe.


It is your attorneys, your MBAs, doctors, professors, athletes, models, teachers and anyone who has a problem with aggression and power who can be an abuser.The president of your alumni frat or sorority yea.. they might be the one whipping ass when they get home. Hell it might even be your parents that have been together 20+ years.

My point is that it can happen to anybody, even the Oh it will NEVER happen to me people. Yes it can happen to you if you are not careful of who you are dating, who you bring home and have around your kids. No one wants to talk about it, everyone is always embarrassed but then you find yourself attending the funeral of your sister or homeboy because no one paid attention.

It’s all over the news, women are going ballistic behind men and cutting kids from women’s stomachs. Men are cutting up women and raping kids. It’s wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much. Where they do that at? Uhm right next door to you and you wouldn’t even know.

I don’t care how handsome or sexy you think someone is, start to learn the signs. People are nuts and unravelling.

If you are already in a fucked up and yes I mean FUCKED up relationship and think you can’t get out or you want to go back. Consider not only are you putting your life at risk and already have years of psychological scarring to heal, you might be putting your friend or family in danger by continuing to STAY.

Get your mind right. It is not better if you stay, you need to LEAVE. It is safer for you and your family if you find the nearest cell phone, friend or bus station and get the hell out of dodge asap. Abusers do not change, if anything it gets worse.

The longer someone stays it’s like feeding a drug habit, the abuser just continues to feed off of the fear and negative energy.

Domestic Violence hits home for me not because I am the one that has had someone whoop my ass but because I have been the friend that had to go pick up, open my home to, jump in between, call the police on, babysit kids of, work in shelter for and go to the hospital with these folks.

It’s not about them being strong or weak, smart or stupid. Abusers are good at what they do, they control, manipulate and intimidate. 

As a victim the best thing you can do is not become one and lord knows I don’t want any of you to have to ever come bail me out of jail.

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I’m gonna have to choke a bitch

Have you heard someone say that before? A lot of comedians joke and people say it in passing but the reality is many of you are either in an abusive relationship or know someone in an abusive relationship. 
October is National Domestic Violence Month but you need to know this all year long.

It’s a serious matter and it is overlooked way too often. Some of your kids and our favorite role models as we have learned are abusers and have been victims of domestic violence.

You might have grown up around it or have a friend that is the abuser. You might even be the person abusing someone and don’t realize it. 

Here are a few tidbits for you to nibble on and hopefully you can help a friend in need. If you are the abuser or the victim. Get help before you hurt yourself and someone else!

Some handy numbers 911, 800 799 SAFE.

1) Listen and be available. Violence affects both men and women. It isn’t always the woman that is the victim, women can also be the aggressor. In either case your friend or family member will need a NON judgmental or critical ear. Take whatever they are saying seriously even if you know they plan on returning to their abuser. 

Let them know that there is help for them. That it’s ok to leave. I know the world is on the gender doesn’t matter and we are all equal (blah blah blah) kick but when it comes to domestic violence that is bullshit. Same gender, transgender, hetero and everything in between. The physically stronger or dominant person in the relationship can make the difference between life or death.

It doesn’t matter if it is man that is 6ft5 abusing a woman that is 5ft6, 2 Grown ass men that look like football players that are homosexual or a 5’4 woman abusing her girlfriend. There are shelters and hotlines in every city that will help them.

2) Keep extra cash for your friend or family member. Whatever you can afford. It may be as simple as slipping them cab fare, having gas in your car to go pick them up, buying a plane ticket for them to get away or finding a hotel for the night for them to stay in. 

3) Don’t try to play Dr.Phil or be Oprah. One of the biggest issues with men and women who are trying to LEAVE their situations is trust. Do they trust themselves, do they trust you, can they trust family members not to take them back to the abusive situation.

4) Don’t get frustrated if they do return, some go back out of fear, children, finances, security and in most cases they may not feel anything is wrong or even support the abuse. Yes you may be thinking that is weird, strange or sick. Well like I said before both men and women need help. The abuser and the victim.

5) Get educated. Hop on Google, head to your closest library and read the facts. One of the best ways you can be a help to them is to be informed.

6) Be careful. You never know if the call will come in the middle of the night or in the middle of the day. When going to try and get someone from a situation and you feel you may fear for her or his life. Call the police to go with you. 

7)and lord knows I could go on but if children are involved it is tricky. Call a domestic violence counselor to get help. Children will be children but when the parent is abusive and the other parent is the victim it set the stage for other issues to come. To be more specific if your friend or family member is trying to leave depending on the age of the child you may not want to tell them where you are going or whose house you are going to.

Kids are smart but they may also think they are doing the right thing to tell mommy or daddy or another family member to come and pick them up revealing the location of the victim.

8) My last tip, pray, meditate, burn incense , chant or whatever it is that you do. You will need spiritual strength and guidance to get through or help your friend/family member through this. It’s not an over night fix but if they have one place to turn to it is a start.

For more information 

http://www.ncadv.org

http://www.domesticviolence.org

http://www.ndvh.org/

http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm

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What if you really applied what you claim to believe?

I have friends of many different religious faiths and even those who do not believe in a Omnipotent Universal Entity. The older I get the more I am finding that most people are religious but have no true spiritual faith. It is a bit disheartening these same church goers, wiccans, people who rush to Jumaa, attend temple and burn incense to their Orisha’s live complete contradictory lifestyles.

If people did in fact believe that their (insert spiritual diety here) had supernatural powers they would not do HALF of the things they do to other people. I believe that it sounds good to them. These phony followers have have more faith in the idea of their faith than the actual practice of it.

If your coworker turned to you right now and said I am God, I’ve been visiting for a while using this body and I’d like to tell you exactly how my trip has been so far. Would you believe him or her? Would you laugh, would you be scared?

I have tried to familiarize myself with various religions while studying anthropology. We are more similar than we are different. Even those who do not have a belief feel their way is the best way to make sense of life and the universe.

Regardless of what you believe we have to try to get along during our brief time here on the planet. New agers who try astral projection, time travel and interdimensional experiences still have to start their physical journey right here on earth.

I don’t think anyone is wrong for what they believe. There are basic laws of the universe that will have certain outcomes, both good and bad. If God were to tap you on the shoulder would you become mother teresa or would you keep living the way you have been. These past few weeks I have been on a wish kick there are things that I wish people would do, I tweet them as my wish for the day.

I really believe the world would be a better place if people actually believed half of the bullcrap that they preach and patronize others with. I wish that people would apply the actual practice of the good deeds their religious faiths tell them.

I also wish that people would not use their religious faith as a handicap.  For example if I was unemployed but did not go out to look for a job and I am able bodied to do so and ask God to just give me a job with no legwork. I think that is a travesty. We ask for jobs, spouses, money, children to behave and we get selfish and greedy. We ask for jobs, but won’t look for one. We want spouses but don’t know how to treat the boyfriends or girlfriends we have, beg God to give us money but spend our last dollars recklessly and without priorities being taken care of, pray for our children to have obedience but we have none. It’s all so hypocritical.

I want the world including myself to really start to notice the contradictions in our lives. I can’t say whether or not God would be happy or unhappy. If you check most people’s myspace profiles they will say the one person they want to meet would be God. Seems like a trick question if you ask me.

I feel like we meet God everyday, we just aren’t paying attention. If you feel that God is in you and in every living thing, every time you are nice or mean to someone you are in essence doing that to God for sake of argument. If you put it in that context and people really believed that we might all be a little nicer to each other.

I think we ignore the God quotient in ourselves , we ignore that little voice that tells us not to do something when we know it’s wrong, and then we justify it. The battle of good and evil as far as I’m concerned is not just Angels and Demons it’s the battle you have with yourself.  We are just as much positive as we are negative energy. When someone is harmony with the universe and has achieved a liveable balance then I will say that God is being represented correctly.

Until then we should hope to determine when our lives are out of wack, be smart enough to know when life’s challenges are meant to test us and the discipline to know when we have done all we can and when we are doing a half ass job in our every day lives.

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If a black woman screams in the hood and no one is there to hear her, does she make a sound?

(in the process of editing) please forgive grammatical errors if you are reading this.

I wish someone would give me an honorary doctorate in Philosophy or Sociology. If I had one I would teach a course in K-12 and higher education. It would be on the Souls of Black Women. Let’s pretend for a wrinkle in time that I am now Dr.Tree Candy philosopher, published author and professor of Sociology at the South Harmon Institute of Technology. We can also pretend that I have been given a grant by the NSF to continue conducting Fringe research on the treatise of concerning the principles of black male consciousness as it concerns the black woman and his emotional empathy toward her.

I will warn those of you who are good, compassionate black men that may read this you will probably want to go Wayne Brady on me after you are done reading.

My hypothesis is that should one ignore the sound of a black woman’s tears, heart beat, and voice will she cease to exist? If I may quote George Berkeley’s work on subjective idealism “The objects of sense exist only when they are perceived”. If I apply that to the human condition but in particular black women, does the depth of their emotions only exist only when they are perceived, ergo the acknowledgment that black woman has any feelings at all.

I posit that if you ask any one on the planet the answer is no. The historical racist attitude embraced by both the white and sometimes the black male community is that black women are creatures of a sexual nature, that they are in fact a sub human species possessing more testosterone than estrogen and incapable of feeling any emotion. Meaning they do not deserve consideration.

They (black women) are strong as an ox, ferocious as a tiger and should be treated as animals for mating purposes only. If black women are in-fact only to be looked upon as sexual creatures devoid of intelligence and human emotion than someone should have started a PETA movement for them long ago. They might be treated better and cannibalized less.

Lucy in the sky with Diamonds.

It can only be described in academic and philosophical terms, that the psychological and emotional malnourishment of the black female soul has had to endure since Ardi & Lucy walked the earth. I am not familiar with any anthropological data that shows an example of any one group of women so highly imitated and mistreated in the history of the world.

Black women in the African diaspora serve primarily as Matriarchs in their communities and villages. They go to the marketplace, they work, they raise children and sometimes have to be warriors. In the united states however that role has become a dual responsibility as they  serve as both Matriarch and Patriarch to their children and grand children in some cases. If you read any scientific journals, you will find that Black women outlive their male counterparts. Why is that you may ask? Ask Ardi & Lucy they are the oldest fossils of our ancestors on the planet and yes they are girls.

Physiologically black women are strong. That feisty black co worker you have is the direct descendant of one bad ass foxy Cleopatra going back to the beginning of civilization. I threw that in for a dry attempt at humor but back to my academic ramblings.

In the current state of society, specifically in America we have an extremely high rate of single women, some are raising children on their own, some are waiting longer to be married and others have opted to swim in the same lane. Urban metropolitan survey’s will reveal that a large percentage of black women are sick and tired of bullshit. Tired of being lied to, mental games, lame excuses, non nonchalant attitudes and not being loved or respected by the men we raise and/or try so hard to protect.

Having survived evolution, slavery, the migration, black genocide , experimentation, genital mutilation, the glass ceiling, black on black crime, white feminism, white privilege ,apartheid, the black panther party, misogynistic rap music and institutionalized racism they are left to contend with the black male psyche. Some of whom are experiencing post traumatic slave disorder. What woman on the planet wouldn’t feel resentful and bitter after having to endure that for centuries?

The positive and progressive black female pushes beyond that and does not carry the emotional baggage on her shoulder. She hopes for the unification of the black community and re-structuring of the black family model. But should the PPB as I call her decide she wants to get an attitude, she has earned the freedom and should have a choice to do so without having to feel guilty of being labeled the black bitch. Sometimes a woman just has an attitude regardless of ethnicity.

Note that the black male and female have not always been at odds but at the turn of the century the interest in preserving the black male as a figure head was not always a viable option for the black female since they have been noticeably absent from the black household for sometime. Translation: regardless of why they are not in the household the black woman has been left to fend for herself. There is no time to play damsel in distress to stroke the male ego when you have children to feed and bills to pay.

That Bitch is crazy!

Now that you have had a brief crash course in black female anthropology and sociology,we can get back to the original question. If the black female is ignored and she voices concern about feeling invisible, taken for granted, looked over, abused, mistreated, under appreciated and embarrassed does the collective black male community hear her or care?They will most likely tell you that she is mad for no reason and that they avow no knowledge of or accept responsibility for the reason as to why she is angry, hurt and alone. Simply. “She’s just mad all the time”

They never question why she is mad for fear of getting their heads chopped off but if one took the time to truly understand why she is mad, why she is so hurt and feels so alone they would learn that her soul cries not only for her own mistreatment but that she cries for the world, the babies who are gunned down at school and never return home, the brother who may be in jail, the sister that is in college and she can’t send her money.

The black woman has compassion for other’s and ultimately it may be her down fall in serving as care taker and queen mother to an entire civilization. Humanity continues to bites the hand that feeds it. She gives her culture away, her sons, her daughter’s and never is there a thank you.

Do they (black men) recognize that she has had her own historical timeline apart from their own? Does it even matter? Has she earned a right to have a historically significant attitude the way her Black male counter parts continue to promote her as the “black bitch” to the outside world?

You may be thinking that I would say yes, but the larger dominant community will say no. No, she does not get to have an attitude because she does not exist and there fore does not matter. It is a fascinating concept to say the least. The PPB female has to demonstrate such an amount of restraint and tenacity so to disprove to the world that she in fact is not a crazy black bitch with an attitude.If she is, she didn’t get that way by herself.

I love his big Ego…

A better question would be does the black male feel a sense of entitlement that is not passed on to his female counterpart? I do not want to delve to deeply into the black feminist movement but If there is a sense of white entitlement and privilege there is an equally strong sense of black male entitlement to the white world that does not include black women or the black family. I suggest that fact alone has given way to the development of selfishness in the black male psyche. A black man’s priorities are always more important in his mind even if unequal to her own.

In their pursuit of equal rights and justice they have become so consumed with being given their just due that they have begun to feel that it is only due to them. They have forgotten that it isn’t just them and that had it not been for the black grandmother, the mother of their children, wives, sisters and aunts most likely they would not be walking the earth.

There is a double standard that exists that black men have a right to have a chip on their shoulders but black women do not. There is an unspoken rule that they should suffer in silence. Black women are not encouraged to express emotion unless it is approving and reminds the black male that he is king of the jungle. Anything other than high praise would break the fragile black male ego.

This phenomenon doesn’t exist in latino, jewish, asian or slavic communities. I won’t even entertain the Islamic and Middle eastern conversation. That is a blog all by itself. An American white feminist will tell you that they share the same plight as the black woman but that is not true. A healthy schism has existed between both black and white women since before the transatlantic slave trade and continues with both the feminist and womanism movements. Sorry Becky but your blues ain’t like mine.

Move Bitch get out the way!

I would also hypothesize that even the most decorated and educated black male forgets these very facts on a daily basis while he begins his day to get his piece of the American pie. I am most certain that the average urban male does not consider a modicum of historical evidence that will tell him exactly why his girlfriend has an attitude.

To add insult to injury, what people typically do to those closest to them, they hurt them first. Black women take the brunt of the huge black male ego. We are blamed for emasculating black men even when they defeminize us with their narcissistic tendencies. A real battle of the sexes and no one wants to remember who started the war? No one wants to acknowledge that this infighting within the community is the main propagation source of the “lack of good black men and black woman” myth.

Granted there are day to day personal interactions but even in the most progressive of black professional communities you will hear mutterings that Black women have such an attitude. It should come as no surprise that they would feel that way since they have been ignored by black men for as long as the white world has ignored the black man.

There are some that were not able to handle being ignored and you can find them in your state prison and county jails. I do have to make a small mention of the amount of black women in the penal system and who are in mental institutions. Where is the love? The terms crazy and angry are synonymous with black women.

Research also suggests that this lengthy isolation breeds dysfunctional behavior to the point where some black women do not know what love is and substitute abuse and violence as a means to feel any love from a black man, specifically in urban settings. It’s sad because she thinks that being mistreated, emotionally and verbally abused by spiritually corrupt men is love.

Surveys will reveal that years of suffering in silence and feeling invisible would take any person regardless of ethnicity to be committed to an institution. Unfortunately that would be a vacation to the numbing isolation that these women may feel on a regular basis. My personal opinion is that there should be a memorial dedicated to the holocaust of black women. Lucky for me that something already exists that is a testimony to the plight of the black woman. Jazz and the Blues.

Is there a Pseudo Intellectual PhD in the house?

But I don’t really have a Ph.D in Philosophy, Psychology or Sociology. I have no grant money from the NSF to conduct experiments and I wrote this pseudo intellectual essay because someone pissed me off today and should they ever wonder why I went 51/50 or I end up incarcerated and/or institutionalized someone will know exactly why. I wrote it just to rouse some people to think about things in a different way. One that maybe they have not ever considered and hopefully will want to do some research on.

I will have went to jail because I am tired of defending, supporting ,uplifting and helping any man who has no regard for my feelings and devoid of emotional empathy. The reality is an asshole is an asshole in my book I don’t care where you come from it just pisses me off more that the asshole in this case happens to be black.

Am I an angry black woman ? You bet your sweet bean pie I am. If I scream in the hood will someone hear me? You better believe it. Did I generalize the hell out of black men and probably piss some off in the process? Probably. Do I think all black men are bad, in jail or gay? No.

I blog sometimes to diffuse my irritation with people and things. It alleviates my stress, inspires me to be creative and keeps me out of jail. I feel frustrated from being expected to carry the world on my shoulders with out so much as a can I help you Ms. from my black brothers.

It would be nice if we lived in the world where these qualities were not attributed to “blackness” or the black consciousness.

I get tired of the excuses, the half ass apologies, the holy hypocrites in all religions, the black female bashing, the attitude that somehow the situation that black men have gotten in is a black woman’s fault. I am weary of being blamed for emasculation when the truth is men like our grandfather’s and grandfather’s just aren’t being raised anymore.

Where they do that at?

Who can we as a black community point the finger at for the emasculation problem? Is it women who feminize their little boys with pony tails, is the jails who turn them into the prison bitch, is it the horsewhipping that black men get in corporate america that takes their manhood?What about my womanhood and defminization, that is on constant display and under inspection like Caster Semenaya and Sara Baartman. But no one cares about that.

If black men feel that their manhood is being taken away then take it back and reclaim your throne! This is Sparta am I right? A man’s manhood is something that can never be taken away unless you break him. I doubt that the black woman is responsible for that since this blog was about how black women are seemingly unimportant and have no impact on the black man so how can we continue to be blamed for their emasculation. It’s all bullshit.

It isn’t emasculation when you expect a man to be a man and want to hold him to a higher standard when he does not act accordingly. I’m old school, if you are a man and you aren’t acting like one than you are acting like a woman. That has nothing to do with sexual preference by the way, I have stronger and more masculine homosexual black male friends than my heterosexual ones who cower at the first sign of trouble.

I blame both the black man and woman for that. I blame black women and non black women who raise their children for spoiling them and not teaching them how to respect other people.

It’s not my responsibility to worry about the “black man” anymore since he is most definitely not concerned about me.If that was truly “the man’s” ultimate plan that black women and black men would get to the point where they mistreat each other so much and opt not to bond their families and friendships.. then score one for the big gipper. You won this round Big Brother.

I don’t honestly believe that but what I can worry about is our children that will grow to be future men and women and hope that in this new era that they are global citizens that care about everyone.

F U F U Very Much…

The person or persons that have given me cause to blog such a lengthy entry will never understand why I am upset or why my feelings are hurt because they can not see past their own flawed understanding of what selfishness means.

Selfishness is more than just not sharing, It is having blinders on so that one can not see where they are being inconsiderate. It is a philosophy that affects everything you do. It is an an attitude that the world owes you more than what you give and feel entitled to step on, step over and take from anyone who gets in your way. It is a doctrine that alienates friends and turns them into enemies.

You and I were long friends : you are now my enemy, and I am yours.” Benjamin Franklin.

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I’m about to have a Boondocks N Moment

 

If you watch the show the Boondocks, there is a phenomenon that is described in urban black culture as the N*gga moment. What is this strange cultural practice you ask? Well let me tell you what the N moment is. Anyone can have a N moment. It is where you have gotten frustrated to the point where all etiquette, home training, ethical rules and common sense go out of the window because someone has pissed you off so bad where you want to reach out and slap the horse shit out of them.

Now how could such a high level of frustration get dubbed a Nigga moment. I have secured a temporary N word pass issued by the department of N word usage to blatantly say the word nigga in a derogetory fashion.

You may have had a N moment yourself. Don’t be fooled you should never tell anyone you had a Nigga moment because it would be clearly taken out of context. Negroes did not come up with the concept of a nigga moment. It has been passed down from generation to generation prior to slavery. When the ancient people of Kush learned that Egyptians didn’t consider themselves African before the Islamic invasion.. the nubians had their own nigga moment.

When the white man made his first deal with African traders to create the first transcontinental human resource job fair that we call slavery, those enslaved had their first nigga moment. When nat turner got tired of being a slave and started a rebellion he had what the white supremicist community would call a nigga moment. He got tired of being sick and tired and didn’t want to take it anymore. When popeye got tired of bluto whipping his ass. He also had his own Popeye Nigga moment.

A series of events played out today that is causing me such stress and irritation that should I have an opportunity to erupt like a volcano I will have succeeded in having my own Nigga moment. The angry black woman will be standing outside with her spear screaming her head off like the wild animal the world portrays me out to be and I think I might even enjoy it! I am woman hear me roar! Common sense will leave me and I will take pride in cussing to the top of my lungs with added neck roll, finger point and ebonics vocabulary.

A girl can dream right. It isn’t that I haven’t earned and do not deserve to have a nigga moment. Centuries of repressed anger imposed by not only white culture and the black male have pretty much guaranteed that one day I too will have more than a few nigga moments. But I don’t get that chance, I can’t have a nigga moment unless I want to destroy the image that positive black women everywhere so hard to build. If I have a nigga moment not only do I look foolish but I also make my mother, grandmother and all the women that came before me look ignorant. But don’t push me, that could all go out the window in 2.5 seconds if you push enough of the right buttons!

I would not be who I am today if I allowed someone to take me such depths of ignorance. It sounds tempting to be a bad girl, to act like a crazy black chick that has been on Jerry Springer.. so much freedom so much spirit. No no that is not the way this will play out. I will maintain my composure and keep my cool.

I will handle myself as an adult, concise with my statements and direct dialog that would create the best outcome in this situation but just in case you hear a loud crazy black woman in Los Angeles know that it is me and that I just had my nigga moment as a last resort when being civilized just didn’t deliver the sting I was looking for.

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Don’t go buying Jasmine rice for me just yet…

We all know love is blind and love conquers all yadda yadda  but the reality of the situation is the world lives and breathes in color. Will I allow color get in the way of my happiness. The answer might shock you. YES.

Despite my match and eharmony results that I am equally yolked with asian and indian men based on bits and bytes vis a vis intellectual and technical capacity. The truth of the matter is non Americanized and traditional Indian/East Asian, Japanese, Filipino and all those in that diaspora have historically not thought very well of black people or black women. Blame my genetically linked European ancestors pre mayflower for that bullshit but it’s true.

I’m a boss. I can fit in anywhere. I can throw on a sari, kimono and hook up a rice cooker and curry and teriyaki like no bodies business.

The common attitude regarding us Sambos (historically used to described dark skin Indians not Africans as commonly thought) is extremely negative and racist. It cracks me up that an online dating site would pair me as a black woman with only Indian or Asian men. No one wants to talk about the Elephant in the middle of the room.

They are still in the stone ages even though I can’t blame them with what they see on tv besides Michelle Obama and Oprah that Black women are still hypersexual creatures only good for breeding slaves and doing manual labor. *GASP!* did she really type that oh yes I did.  Go ask one of your Indian or Asian friends who is not Americanized* on how the feel about Black people and you will be surprised to find that while they love Micheal Jackson and Shaquille O’neil. They wouldn’t be caught dead with having their daughters or sons bring a black man home let alone a black woman.

*by Americanized I mean did not try out for America’s Best Dance Crew, does not worship E-40(shout out to bay area pinoys) or dress up as Dragonball z this year at comic-con!

It’s not just a religious difference for those of you who will say well it’s a hindi or muslim thing. It’s a we don’t like darkies and was raised to think they are in fact dirty people thing. It’s call racism people and it’s still pretty rampant in the Indian and Asian community. I thought Letoya Jackson had it bad, she wouldn’t last one second in India and their pursuit of the White woman aesthetic.

In Mississippi Masala, Denzel fell in love with a dark skinned Indian girl. It wasn’t Halle Berry or Kerry Washington with an Indian man. They don’t play that over there in Bollywood!

I would have to date an Americanized Asian or Indian man in order for it to work.
I have friends from the Philippines, Trinidad and friends who are Fijian as well as Half Indian (their mom) with a black father. The treatment from their Indian/Asian side is no joke, add in a dash of asian/indian mother guilt factor and you get a recipe for being ostracized from your family and ridicule. Talk about they go hard and you will not be able to come home.

They are serious as Tandoori chicken with Kare Kare about their families blood lines and the ONLY exception they will make is for a white woman or man, which they feel will increase their standing in society. I’m not talking about 60 years ago. I’m talking about 2009 people.

You hopeless romantics will say well F them. If they don’t respect your union then you don’t need them anyway. Newsflash.. family bonds are important. I wouldn’t ask my husband to disown his family and I would want my children to know both sides of the family. I haven’t met an Indian or Asian family that wasn’t friggin huge and I also haven’t seen an asian or indian mom regardless of ethnicity guilt trip the hell out of her children for the smallest thing as being late on their birthday or not doing a favor.

I don’t know if it’s worth the headache to be honest. I’m not falling in love with someone to prove the world wrong or combat racism. I will love who I want because that’s what you are supposed to do. If we become the poster children like Yoko and John so be it but I won’t intentionally subject myself to be poked and prodded like a cow. I know if I go to visit his family over seas they will want to debunk whatever Black stereotype or myth they heard about our education, hair texture, cultural practices or appearance.

Then again if you don’t date on a global level you probably can’t relate. Until then I guess I’ll be starting a new blog pinoyandgreens.com , sushiandoxtails.com or curryandcornbread.com

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