Ok....So, I am back for entry#2. So this freakin snowstorm has crippled the East Coast. Everything is completely shut down. I have been given the gift of time with my job being closed until next Tuesday. And like most Americans who are given gifts,what have I managed to do up to this point???You got it-Squander it.
The Type A person in me has grandiose plans of coming up with a scheme to change the world, reorganizing my undies, and writing my whole dissertation. However the couch potato in me has had other plans. I've spent my day searching for a cheap flight anywhere HOT and watching ridiculously bad television. Let's talk about that for a second. Yeah what's up with Baby Boy??!!! Ok, I know that I am probably the only black person who has never seen it (news flash-my mama went to see it in the movie theater, gasp) but what in the hell? The Angela Davis Black Power Feminist in me caved today and got sucked in and watched it. Utterly ghetto and raw and I am embarassed to admit it INTRIGUING. I mean I guess we can all admit that we know, are related to, been involved with or have come in contact with a Jody in our lives.
What gets me is that in a slightly codependant way the Jodies of the world are endearing souls. I always get on a dear friend of mine telling her that she is a "social worker by trade, not in her relationship." But there may be something there. Is it that we as black women empathize with the struggles of black men that we put up with "ish" and in some ways encourage some of their negligent behavior? I'm just saying....Before any of the men who may read this jump on the "True Heart must be a male bashing, Oprah watching, raging feminist." Pump your brakes and pull the car over. I LOOOOVE black men. I'm not racist at all and I know love is colorblind but my eyes and heart and soul resonate with my black brothers. But really some of you have got to get it together and we as black women need to stop letting FEAR rule our lives.
You know what I am talking about-The fear that the Good Decent Black Man Supply Store will run out of strong black men or they will be severely on back order or heaven forbid they will start requiring you to share (not even gonna touch that today). Wow, maybe Baby Boy wasn't that bad of a movie. Look at the philosophical rant it birthed? Not....All I am saying is something has to be said for the definition of Insanity-Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
So when are we going to do something different?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
My Introduction to Blogsphere
Well, I guess it took two back-to-back blizzards to get me to join blog land. I mean really who pissed off Mother Nature???? I am not sure how successful I will be at keeping up with such a venture or even if I have fully identified the purpose of a blog in my life. Is it my way of being a fake me out Carrie Bradshaw (Sex in the City) where I can muse and ponder issues in the world, or is it a kind of weird open diary of sorts where I invite people into my head? Hmmmmm, not quite sure.
So let's see where do I start? Hmm. I guess with the title of my blog. I "stole" it from the biography of one of my sheroes Zora Neale Hurston. Talking about a forward thinking woman. If you don't know, you need to ask somebody cuz the sistah was bad. She was fearless in a world that didn't quite understand or accept her genius. She lived hard and loved hard and did it all while wearing a bad ass hat and daring someone to say something to her. Zora put her small town of Eatonville on the map by writing stories depicting the lives of everyday blacks-the good bad and ugly while also creating beautiful prose. She had swagger before swagger had been defined.
In essence, isn't that what many of us are looking for? A place of comfort in our own skins where we accept our own genius and beauty and are not apologetic for it. Is there something wrong with being a strong, beautiful black woman who wears her greatness not as a mark of arrogance but as the divine gift that it is from the Creator?
So as I continue to figure out what this blogging thing will mean for me, I will use the legacy of Ms. Zora as inspiration and muse. We shall see.....
So let's see where do I start? Hmm. I guess with the title of my blog. I "stole" it from the biography of one of my sheroes Zora Neale Hurston. Talking about a forward thinking woman. If you don't know, you need to ask somebody cuz the sistah was bad. She was fearless in a world that didn't quite understand or accept her genius. She lived hard and loved hard and did it all while wearing a bad ass hat and daring someone to say something to her. Zora put her small town of Eatonville on the map by writing stories depicting the lives of everyday blacks-the good bad and ugly while also creating beautiful prose. She had swagger before swagger had been defined.
In essence, isn't that what many of us are looking for? A place of comfort in our own skins where we accept our own genius and beauty and are not apologetic for it. Is there something wrong with being a strong, beautiful black woman who wears her greatness not as a mark of arrogance but as the divine gift that it is from the Creator?
So as I continue to figure out what this blogging thing will mean for me, I will use the legacy of Ms. Zora as inspiration and muse. We shall see.....
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