"Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ain't one, you can easily get past but that chapter is DONE!" - Jay Z; Rapper, Mogul, Entrepreneur
There's a disconnect. Clearly. Between young men and women in 2016. I'm sure there has always been but now I'm in the middle of it. Traditionally speaking people, and society's outside forces, raise their sons and daughters with different levels of emotional awareness. Girls are generally taught to be affectionate and look for love, while boys are taught to be tough and emotionally disengaged and to look for success first, then love later in life. Society's most prevalent double standard has been what's acceptable behavior sexually for men and women. We all know all these things. I say all that to reiterate why the disconnect should come as no surprise. We teach the two genders to look for opposite things then somehow get on the same accord magically overnight. Shockingly and almost beautifully, it does eventually happen for some. Percentage wise it's pretty rare in my community, however. Black women are statistically the least likely to be married. A statistic that has been the baseline sadness to most of my blog posts. I've discussed the insecurities, for both black male and female, this is about helping both see some light at the end of the tunnel. I'm speaking mostly from first hand experience but also from extended observation. Women, how do you know if your man is ready to be a husband?
This is a question that I don't want to be confused with when do you know your man is ready to marry you specifically, this is more for women who want to know if a man is really ready to find forever, or if he's just trying to be in the present. To put it simply, it won't be until he's truly proud of himself. Let's dissect that.
Let's go back to my earlier comments, women are taught to look for love. That inherently leads to a lot of the worth society puts on a woman is when she finds a man, how long can she keep that man, can she keep him monogamous, and if he deems her worthy enough to "give up his hoes"? The sad reality is this is a very true depiction of how women are judged. This is the pressure and paranoia they struggle with almost the minute they graduate high school. I've gone on record to say that women go into complete panic mode if they reach 28 and aren't married. It normally kicks in around 25 but they fight it thru denial as much as they can until around 28 and the pressure starts to really get to them. Between 18-22 college or just being young makes for a pretty good excuse as to why they aren't married. 22-25 is when they are in the gray area. It's the time period where they can be career minded first or use the valid excuse that men their age aren't emotionally mature and still want to "play games". While that's a 50/50 thing it's still a valid excuse. 25-27 is when women have started to slow down from their free flowing life style. Real life responsibilities typically have kicked in more, partying a little less, and the growing desire to "have something real" is become greater by the day. By 28, society and family members are basically saying "Girl what's wrong with you?". You aren't married, may or may not have kids but if you do have them, why you have kids and no husband. What are you doing wrong? IN MY OPINON, that's a two part answer, most of the time it's a combination of young women being attracted to the wrong things in men, therefore they aren't engaging with the type of man that wants to get married anytime soon. The second part is, in this generation a lot of women have become very looks concentrated vs being homemakers and having substance. But that's another blog. So for the women who have what it takes to be great wives, and the first part of the answer is more your problem, what should you look for in a man if you're looking for a husband?
A man that's truly proud of himself is no longer chasing respect as a man. He's simply building more bricks on top of his foundation. Well what does that mean? I said earlier that men are taught to look for success then love later, but does that mean you have to find a rich man to find a good husband? No. Success is very relative, but it's necessary. I'm big on quotes, one of my other quotes is, "If a man is still chasing his dreams (initial dreams), he's probably still chasing women". What all of this culminates to is wherever that man has decided he wants to be in life, he has to achieve that relatively before he ever sees splitting his time and energy to really building a REALationship that ends in marriage. There's exceptions to every rule, of course, but generally speaking that's what it takes. I can use myself for example, when my son was born I was a 21 year old kid, no career direction. My dream of playing basketball professionally had all but faded on a college redshirt opportunity that went left, and I was kind of just going thru the motions. My son was born and I couldn't afford his diapers, let alone afford to take care of my family. I didn't feel like a man. I felt like a child, with a child. I also felt like, I had to get my life on track. Despite other problems between his mother and I, no matter how good things were going at that point, there was no way I would marry her. I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE A MAN. I wasn't proud enough of me. So that was my supreme focus. Everything else was just a distraction. Entertaining other girls were a distraction. But it required little time and energy. The young dating scene doesn't require much responsibility but it's the most instant gratification. Meeting a girl, a stranger, and being intriguing enough to go from a stranger to someone she felt she "needed" to please, needed to communicate with, needed to have in her life, sadly, was the only time I felt like a man. It was the easiest way to feel special. Because in the real world, I was nothing. In my mind. I was raised by the old guard that men provide and as much as the lines have been blurred modern day, the underlying sentiment is a man is only a man when he can provide stability. When he can provide financially for his woman and kids. That's where our worth is put. ESPECIALLY as black men. So in most cases, until a man has crossed that bridge, he can only give you a piece of him. His focus is bettering himself, not compromising for love. So fast forward a couple years, I've made something of myself. I had a career, not a job, I had a career. I was making good money, I was living in a big city, I could buy within reason everything I wanted materialistically. Shoes, a nice apartment, could pay bills for the place my son and his mom lived in. I was proud of me. About 6 months into that, things changed. After I received the superficial attention that came with that, that's definitely a prominent stage also, I started to realize none of it was making me as happy as I thought. We see it all the time with rich people and celebrities, but we never think about it on more of a common level. But that's when I started to realize that love and companionship had actual value. More value than the money and materialistic acclaim I had been chasing. It took me getting that success and realizing that it only meant so much to me. The crazy part is, if I was still that 21 year old Travis who couldn't buy diapers or pay my bills, I would still be the one saying "I'm not getting married. I just want to get this money". My perspective would have never changed. I would have never stop using women to stroke my ego. Don't get me wrong, there's MUCH more money I want to make, there's a lot more new career aspirations that have developed for me that I really want to accomplish, but I accomplished enough of my first tier goals to be able to sleep peacefully. So if your man wants to be a rapper, and that's all he's putting his energy into, and he hasn't had any substantial wins in that arena yet then he's probably not ready to be married. That doesn't mean he won't be good to you. That just means marriage probably going to happen further down the line. If his dreams don't include a lavish lifestyle and he wants to a doctor or an engineer, or a head high school coach or a professor, no matter how big or small in status his dream is, he's not really going to start thinking about real partnership until he checks that off of the goal list. Women normally are fine with "growing with you" but fundamentally that's just not how men work. As much as we want a "ride or die", because we do, marriage normally isn't come until we reach the destination. Success has to come for us first, more time than not. Relative to whatever we deem is success. Then that success also has to marinate for a time period. Love will always come first with women. Fundamentally society teaches us to be functionally dysfunctional.
Me, being the biggest rap, and Jay Z fan, in the world I always use the correlation with Jay Z songs. Because what Jay Z does better than anyone is show where he currently is in his life. When he was on the come up he was making songs like "Big Pimpin'". Around 2001-2002 his sound changed. He had reached undisputed elite status at the top of the game that's when songs like "Song Cry" where he looks back on the good woman he did wrong because his ambition took precedent, "Bonnie & Clyde 03", and "Excuse me miss" happened. He was in that transitional stage. That's reportedly when he started dating Beyonce. Taking nothing from Beyonce, she's an amazing talent and appears to be an even more amazing woman but timing played a big part in their relationship in my opinion. He was ready to find something more fulfilling after getting the success and ready to put work in for it. It was all in his music. And now we get songs like "Best Thing", "Suit and Tie", and "Drunk In Love". What stage is your man, or the one you have your eye on, in?
in·flu·ence noun \ˈin-ˌflü-ən(t)s : the power to change or affect someone or something : the power to cause changes without directly forcing them to happen
Friday, September 30, 2016
Sunday, September 25, 2016
WHY WE SHOULD CELEBRATE OUR SINGLE FRIENDS?!
As we age there are mile markers that we supposed to hit, or
so we think. For women and men of a certain age society has told us that we are
supposed to be at a highlighted point in our lives. Some of us hit those points
on time and others of us are late to the party. But to be honest the thoughts
of society haven’t changed since we were kids and are extremely outdated. As a 28-year-old
woman, according to society, I should be married and have kids by now and I don’t.
That isn’t my current plan or thought process. On the other hand, men at the
same age aren’t held to those exact same standards. Society gives them an
imaginary pass to hit that mile marker a little later in life or they get
excused from it period.
Society’s rules are outdated (I repeat).
Unfortunately, people still think along those same lines.
When I originally thought about writing this post it came
with a story. Recently this year I was asked to be in the wedding of a lifelong
friend. I was thrilled and excited to be a part of her story, especially since
I been there for her throughout her relationship. I was thrilled to be there
for her just as I had been there for her through birthdays, baby showers, baby
dedications, and engagements. Pretty much every event leading up to the big
day. As a friend that is what you are supposed to do, no arguments there.
Also recently I returned from my first deployment, where I
accomplished some pretty great things (pats self on back) and our unit and the
state of Georgia decided to honor us. A huge and pivotal moment in my military
career. For this special night I decided to choose a dress, which I loved and
had been eying for months. I wore this dress to our military ball and award
ceremony and I received tons of compliments and I felt beautiful. This was a
big night for me and one that would probably never occur again.
Of course I posted pictures to every social media site that
I own and felt happy about the influx of likes and comments I received from
friends and family. In addition to those my friend reached out to me to ask me
about my dress and where I got it, it hadn’t even been 24 hours. Maybe it’s me,
but I have never been a “Where did you get this?” person especially to my
friends because everyone likes to have their own sense of style and feel one of
a kind. Needless to say I gave up the info but I also had a conversation with
my friend about not wearing the same exact dress that I wore for my big night
to her wedding. She agreed with me, letting me know that she wouldn’t choose
that dress and in fact she had her eye on something completely different.
Fast forward to a week ago and my dress has been dropped in
a group chat for the wedding party. I saw it and didn’t say anything, but
someone mentioned it to me. I knew how I felt and had heard opinions from other
people. The plan was to ignore my feelings and proceed, but I had to say
something. The girlfriend code had been broken. My friend had gone back on her
word and I confronted her about. The conversation never included any type of
remorse, it was simply that’s what we are wearing and deal with it. If you know
me I’m not a “deal with it” type of person and I made my decision to not wear
my dress again.
I mentioned this to a recently married friend of mine and
she simply told me this is a special night for your friend.
That conversation made me realize how single women are
viewed in society. The only special thing we have going for us is our birthdays,
and it’s the same predictable thing every year. No one values our success in
the other areas of our lives unless we’re shoving it on our Facebook timelines.
A special night to me gets trumped because it is not that special day that ever
woman dreams of since birth (exaggeration at its finest). Her telling me that
made me think of an episode on Sex and The City where Carrie had gone to an
event for a friend, celebrating the birth of a baby and her high end $400+ Manolo
Blahniks were stolen. Carrie’s friend didn’t take ownership but simply blamed
Carrie for leading this extravagant lifestyle that her friend could no longer
afford due to her being a wife and a mother. In the end Carrie received her
shoes, but she made a point. Women do not get celebrated or acknowledged after graduation.
She had been there for a friend through baby showers, births, weddings and every
time giving up her time and her money to buy a gift and her friend could not
level the playing field just that one time.
The episode is priceless because it truly depicts how
invaluable women become after a certain age if they are still single. How
events in their lives aren’t special because society doesn’t deem them to be.
We should be celebrating our single friends! In a world
where everyone is telling you your living your life wrong, directly or
indirectly, I think it takes some courage to do what you want to do. Be single,
be free and make strides in your career. There are other accomplishments that
happen in life other than getting one year closer to retirement.
Learn to celebrate your single friends just as they
celebrate you!
-Ingrid
Monday, August 29, 2016
Past, Future and Reality
You ever wonder about what lies
Behind the wonder in someones eyes
I was walking doing the street
Moving to my own beat
Thinking about you and me, me and you
And then i ran into this brother who seemed kind of blue
I asked him what was the matter
In reply he offered me some laughter
He told me "happiness doesn't always last"
I replied "you shouldn't stay focused on the past"
"Well you go on and keep your humming"
I did but my pace turned to running
Negativity has a way of trapping you
Running your race, hoping it doesn't end up lapping you
As i turned the corner i wanted to look back and see
There was a woman waiting for me
She offered a smile, offered me tea and asked if i had a minute
I really had to get going, but i stayed and asked her whats in it
She replied "i sprinkled some opportunity and time, added a pinch of hope"
A few sips and i felt like i was on dope
She told me to keep smiling and soon i would understand
I did, thanked her for her tea and continued my plan
Right when i made it to my stop, i found
something that made an awful good sound
It was a child with hair as big as the sun
And he was banging on a steel drum
He ordered me to dance and i twisted my hips
He continued to bang as i parted my lips
He gave me a small little note that he placed in my palm
Said it was a recipe for when in a storm to stay calm
Brightness surrounded him and I
And in an instant i wanted to cry
But his hands kept banging and he whispered something
"You have everything you need. Want for nothing"
The past is just the past
Sadness never last
The future gives you optimism
To break free from any mental prison
But you're reality has the power to make you dance
If you focus on the good and give it a chance :)
Behind the wonder in someones eyes
I was walking doing the street
Moving to my own beat
Thinking about you and me, me and you
And then i ran into this brother who seemed kind of blue
I asked him what was the matter
In reply he offered me some laughter
He told me "happiness doesn't always last"
I replied "you shouldn't stay focused on the past"
"Well you go on and keep your humming"
I did but my pace turned to running
Negativity has a way of trapping you
Running your race, hoping it doesn't end up lapping you
As i turned the corner i wanted to look back and see
There was a woman waiting for me
She offered a smile, offered me tea and asked if i had a minute
I really had to get going, but i stayed and asked her whats in it
She replied "i sprinkled some opportunity and time, added a pinch of hope"
A few sips and i felt like i was on dope
She told me to keep smiling and soon i would understand
I did, thanked her for her tea and continued my plan
Right when i made it to my stop, i found
something that made an awful good sound
It was a child with hair as big as the sun
And he was banging on a steel drum
He ordered me to dance and i twisted my hips
He continued to bang as i parted my lips
He gave me a small little note that he placed in my palm
Said it was a recipe for when in a storm to stay calm
Brightness surrounded him and I
And in an instant i wanted to cry
But his hands kept banging and he whispered something
"You have everything you need. Want for nothing"
The past is just the past
Sadness never last
The future gives you optimism
To break free from any mental prison
But you're reality has the power to make you dance
If you focus on the good and give it a chance :)
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Is closure really necessary?
Is closure really necessary?
We ended our time for a reason"
The older I get the more I learn the art of letting go. Its not a 1 2 3 walk away quickie there is definitely a science to it. Everyone on the surface has the method and the ability to just leave things as they were (sarcasm). There is a disgusting obsession with being a savage. My take on it is simple, use people until you cant and then leave them right where you found them.
Lets be honest, we are all using someone for something. The word use doesn't mean that it has to be negative. We use our friends to give us love, laughs and comfort. We use our parents and family to gives us support. We use our relationships to build intimacy and various other things that we cant gain anywhere else. But what happens when that friendship ends or that relationship dissipates? Its popular to say that you don't care, you moved on, you found something better. My favorite, "Im taking time out to work on me."
Is part of the healing process not finding closure? Closing up those open wounds? Closing that door, that passageway that allows that energy (person/thing) to flow back? Or is it a one way valve equipped to keep you from regurgitating the same things repeatedly?
Jill Scott has a song called Closure which she talked about during an interview. She talks about having sex one more time before leaving someone. But is that really necessary. Closure or an excuse to linger and stay around just a little bit longer? The interview stayed light where jokes were tosses around about having sex so much better than all the times before because "this is it, this is closure". Is that the science? If you know its the end then why not just walk away?
In Sex and The City Carrie and Big danced around every season lingering for the sake of trying to salvage something that definitely was over. In the light of it gaining closure seems like a trap. You get caught up in the good and tend to forget the bad. Gaining closure may be a conversation and you start reminiscing on how they made you laugh, how much fun y'all had eating at the waffle house after a night of drinking or that one time the sex was so good. I watched a black series called Chef Julian and the main character had a closure session with a girl he is really into and he behaved immaturely. The climatic scene ended in him wiping tears from his eyes. Closure can be hurtful. It can also be selfish and reopen wounds that should've never been picked in the first place.
Now don't get me wrong I sometimes suck at walking away and trying to get closure. One of the main reasons some of my exes can send me a text today and I could pause writing this to write them back. Or a friend from college could stop me at an event and we could talk like we haven't missed years, huge chunks out of each others life. It isn't easy and I don't believe that everyone has the ability. An art form in the simplest terms.
What does one gain from it?
Is it necessary?
Are you enlightened? Is there a sense of peace at the end of it?
Is closure really necessary or is it an excuse?
At a certain point we have to stop giving life to dead situations. Closure is an internal battle that you fix within yourself. If you never got peace during the relationship or friendship chances are you aren't going to get it in the end. There is a peace in wishing them well and letting them go.
"You're thinking it's a new beginning
When I know that it's the endingWe ended our time for a reason"
-Jilly from Philly "Closure"
Saturday, August 20, 2016
That lonely hour
Lonely hour
This is that lonely hour
That "wyd. You should come over" hour
And if you still acting shy
How about I pull up over hour
This is that lonely hour
Kiss you on your lips real slow hour
And if you don't tell me to stop
Then this is that lay your body low hour
When if we get it on we got to keep our voices low hour
Don't want to wake the neighbors and give them a show hour
This is that lonely hour
Where we wont be doing nothing holy hour
The only time you pray to God is when you touch your toes hour
That "i just ate an hour ago" but i can taste you once more hour
That lonely hour where all that yoga you been practicing
Makes your hips rise, that back dip, soul climaxing
Skin to skin, sweat and our fluids get into the mix hour
That I got mine but I made sure you got your fix hour
And although these are just words, pauses and letters
Hope that your hairs are standing high and your panties wetter
This is still that lonely hour
You haven't text to show me hour
What all the possibilities could be
If you let go of your fears of me
In the back of your mind I got you thinking of all of your favorite positions
Chris Brown on the hook have that ass wishing
But ain't no candles to blow baby, its just me
On hands and knees prepared to answer your fantasy
Open your legs touch where you want me to be
I aint got no time to be a tease
Can give you all that you need, that release
But it is still that lonely hour
Neck damp, eyes wide, breathing heavy hour
Could kiss you from your forehead to your toes once more
If you simply unlocked the door
But you still checking your phone
Waiting on him to come home
That lonely hour indeed
When you crave to satisfy your need
The fire in you can be silenced no longer
Intense feelings build and get stronger
This is still that lonely hour
Just going to rub one out or where are my batteries hour
Because it Is. Still. That. Lonely. Hour
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Almost 30...
Almost 30
The closer i get to those magic numbers the more i start discovered that thing that i have always envied about older women. Women like nia long, jill scott, ms badu, they all have one thing in common. Beauty? Yes. But there is something else , self love and self awareness. Nothing more breathtaking than listening to an interview that jill scott did for the breakfast club and hearing her talking about her journey to becoming a woman, knowing that she wasnt born that perfect being that i often view her as. She had to take some time and come to terms and hold herself accountable for events that happened in her life and during that course she started falling in love with herself on a different level.
The closer i get to 30 the more i am coming to terms with the woman that i am becoming. It took a really bad relationship to shake me up and wake up that woman inside of me. Before then it was so easy to place the blame on man for every bad thing that had happened but then i sat down with myself and said its you girl. You chose him, you chose to deal and then one day it clicked and i just wasnt anymore. Something about truly loving yourself is knowing and being in firm in what you deserve. That love that you need to nurture you. And knowing when to avoid the people that arent giving it. I look at the men and women of our generation and there are so many that arent planted and are just flowing where the wind takes them. Nothing against being free but in order to truly be free youve got to accept your roots, know what is for you and what isnt. Im learning that. Its ultimately a bumpy ride and it isnt always easy, everyday i dont wake up loving that extra cushion, or mole that just appeared over night or my melanin but you got to. No one else is obligated to go on your journey with you and i have accepted that.
I love me and everything about me. From the crazy to the self assured. It is what makes Ingrid, simply Ingrid. Almost 30 and I love the woman that I am and that I am becoming. I don't care what people think about me or what I choose to put my energy into. I am vocal about it. I write about it. Might even sing off key about it. I dance to my own rhythm and I dont need the audience anymore.
Almost 30 and it feels damn good. And it looks damn good.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
"Why Do We Hate Our Sistas?"
"I wonder why we take from our women? Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women, time to heal our women, be real to our women" -Tupac Shakur; Rapper, Actor, Revolutionary
Define visionary. Define prophecy. Both words are synonymous with Tupac Shakur. Let me connect the dots for you, follow me. The above quote is from a song called, "Keep Ya Head Up" by Tupac, released in 1993. The next line is "And if we don't we'll have a race of babies, that'll hate the ladies, that make the babies". Again, this song was released in 1993.
Fast forward to 2016. Black women, do you constantly feel like black men hate black women? I'm sure a good bit of you do. I hear it all the time and see it all the time... sometimes I even think it for you. So if nothing else, Tupac's words proved to be prophetic in the way that this is even a conversation. Social media is an eery place. It has developed into what has commonly been coined as a 24 hour news cycle. But the news is not only the news that the government sees fit to share with us. It's constant links and opinions and gossip from everyone in the world. Those paid and unpaid alike have almost an equal voice. Which is dangerous. So let's use twitter for example. More specifically, #BlackTwitter. If you have a substantial amount of people you follow and said people have a substantial number of followers, you probably are privy to the same "news" cycle as everybody else in #BlackTwitter. It's a numbers game. So I think more so than anything else, this is the root of black women 35 and under feeling like black men hate them. It's definitely not the genesis. Black stereotypes have long been perpetuated inside and outside of the black community but now there's really and endless platform for the rhetoric. The frustration. The complaining. The timeline!!
I pride myself on being a logical thinker. Which is a gift and a curse. But for this conversation I can't just use logic. Because logic tells me that there's clear agendas here. Logic tells me that if you're a woman you're going to be more susceptible to the complaints about women than you are about men. Which would lead you to believe that the complaints about women are more. I'm not here to defend that claim. I actually believe that in 2016, from my experience and what I've seen it could actually be true. And that's partially because I feel, now more than ever, it's more accepted for men to complain publicly. Which is alarming to me. I was taught, for better or for worse, that a man's first job is to protect. More emphasis was placed on that during my upbringing because I'm black and black women in America face oppression and attack like no other. With that being said, BLACK women feeling like black men hate them, hurts me. It annoys me. It angers me. And it's very frustrating to me. Unless you're new here, you know I write blogs that mostly cater to black women. Giving them somewhat of a spokesmen to my male contemporaries that can't understand what they're saying. Because it's emotion vs logic and most men weren't raise to embrace understanding and analyzing emotion. So when women speak from an emotional place, most men weren't typically trained to properly listen to that. I've wrote many blogs that give what I hope is clarity. I'm not a woman, more specifically a black woman, at all but I always wish to understand. Wish to learn. So that's what I want to focus on here. I don't want to discuss who complains the most. I want to discuss why our women feel like we hate them.
Throughout our history as black Americans we have strategically been taught to hate to ourselves. To hate each other. Divide and conquer. It worked. Unfortunately, it worked. But again, a man's first job is to protect. And black men, we have failed our women. So many of society's ills show this but I think the reason our women feel we hate them is because most men fail to understand that despite the stereotypical flaws, even on the occasion that they apply to particular women, men rarely take into account why they're that way. Because from their perspectives, if you really understood how painful it was for the woman you're complaining about to raise her two kids alone you wouldn't be complaining about her trust issues. If you knew how painful it was for Ashley to see her mom get beat by her boyfriend growing up you every two days but never leaving him you wouldn't be complaining about why Ashley doesn't like being submissive. If you understood how Ebony was always treated worse than her light skin sister you wouldn't complain about why she take offense to dark skin women jokes. If you understood that all Brittney's life she was told she was too fat, then when she got smaller she was told her butt wasn't big enough then you wouldn't be complaining about her body insecurities. Why don't you understand? Furthermore, why don't you care to understand? Why do you think this is funny? Why do you, a grown BLACK man feel the need to say so much negative about black women when you know they have been told they have to be perfect or they're worthless directly or indirectly their whole lives? "An oppressed people will always feel under attack, similar to a war veteran that will always feel like loud noises could be gunshots." Because oppression isn't a sprint. It's a marathon. It's something that's done over a substantial amount of time and the dominoes fall in line. Logic says, I, a black man, shouldn't have to deal with your attitude because you had to raise your two kids alone. I wasn't the father that abandoned your kids. Logic says, I, a black man, am not Ashley's mom's boyfriend. I didn't throw a punch so why do I have to get attitude from Ashley every time I ask her to do something. Logic says, I, a black man, shouldn't have to not prefer light skinned women because Ebony is dark skin and was treated inferior her whole life. I could just like light skinned women. That doesn't mean dark skin women aren't beautiful. Or that I have to discredit a light skin woman's beauty because I want to uplift dark skinned women. Logic says that, I, a black man, can't help it if I love thick thighs or if I'm into slim girls. It's not wrong for me to have my own PERSONAL preference. That's what logic says. But hate is an emotion. Black women feeling like we hate them, no matter the specific reason, is emotion. A very hurtful emotion. And black men are supposed to protect. I can't protect you from your past. Someone has already failed you, beautiful black woman. Whether the failure was intentional or unintentional. Your father may have never left the family, but he missed the signs of you feeling like you weren't pretty enough. I can't blame him if he was the best father he knew how to be but somewhere he failed.
However, beautiful black woman, of all shapes, sizes, and shades I love you. What I'm attracted to physical doesn't negate who I love internally. But I understand that it feels like you're constantly under attack. That doesn't mean I can't voice my frustrations from time to time, that doesn't mean I can't recognize an emotional setback in the behavior of another black woman, but because I know occasionally I do both, I want you to know I still love you, black women. I understand in this constant 24 news cycle it could feel like all you hear/see is black men talking negatively about you. Negativity travels at the speed of light. But, still, we failed you. Our fathers and our grandfathers, failed you. Because as the protectors of the households, we didn't protect you. We allowed you to raise kids by yourselves and for those scars to develop. We allowed division to cause resentment. We allowed outsiders to degrade and abuse you. We allowed even our counterparts to neglect their families with no recourse. But I love you. I have a group of friends, who while we all love differently, we all love black women. Does that mean all of my friends have never dated outside the race? No. Does that mean all black men that date or marry outside the race don't love black women? No. Because no matter who I choose to marry, or date, no matter what her pigment or race may be, I love black women. I will protect my mother, my sisters, and my other "sistas" no matter who I choose as my personal companion. That, even though I understand how some women may feel this way also, is not an indictment against black women. Love is love. So in conclusion, I know these scars are present and there's a thin line between jokes and insults, but black women I will love you as long as my lungs have oxygen in them. I'll love you as long as my mind works. I'll love you as long as my heart beats. Because without a black woman, I don't have lungs, I don't have a mind, and I don't have a heart!
Just My Thoughts
Define visionary. Define prophecy. Both words are synonymous with Tupac Shakur. Let me connect the dots for you, follow me. The above quote is from a song called, "Keep Ya Head Up" by Tupac, released in 1993. The next line is "And if we don't we'll have a race of babies, that'll hate the ladies, that make the babies". Again, this song was released in 1993.
Fast forward to 2016. Black women, do you constantly feel like black men hate black women? I'm sure a good bit of you do. I hear it all the time and see it all the time... sometimes I even think it for you. So if nothing else, Tupac's words proved to be prophetic in the way that this is even a conversation. Social media is an eery place. It has developed into what has commonly been coined as a 24 hour news cycle. But the news is not only the news that the government sees fit to share with us. It's constant links and opinions and gossip from everyone in the world. Those paid and unpaid alike have almost an equal voice. Which is dangerous. So let's use twitter for example. More specifically, #BlackTwitter. If you have a substantial amount of people you follow and said people have a substantial number of followers, you probably are privy to the same "news" cycle as everybody else in #BlackTwitter. It's a numbers game. So I think more so than anything else, this is the root of black women 35 and under feeling like black men hate them. It's definitely not the genesis. Black stereotypes have long been perpetuated inside and outside of the black community but now there's really and endless platform for the rhetoric. The frustration. The complaining. The timeline!!
I pride myself on being a logical thinker. Which is a gift and a curse. But for this conversation I can't just use logic. Because logic tells me that there's clear agendas here. Logic tells me that if you're a woman you're going to be more susceptible to the complaints about women than you are about men. Which would lead you to believe that the complaints about women are more. I'm not here to defend that claim. I actually believe that in 2016, from my experience and what I've seen it could actually be true. And that's partially because I feel, now more than ever, it's more accepted for men to complain publicly. Which is alarming to me. I was taught, for better or for worse, that a man's first job is to protect. More emphasis was placed on that during my upbringing because I'm black and black women in America face oppression and attack like no other. With that being said, BLACK women feeling like black men hate them, hurts me. It annoys me. It angers me. And it's very frustrating to me. Unless you're new here, you know I write blogs that mostly cater to black women. Giving them somewhat of a spokesmen to my male contemporaries that can't understand what they're saying. Because it's emotion vs logic and most men weren't raise to embrace understanding and analyzing emotion. So when women speak from an emotional place, most men weren't typically trained to properly listen to that. I've wrote many blogs that give what I hope is clarity. I'm not a woman, more specifically a black woman, at all but I always wish to understand. Wish to learn. So that's what I want to focus on here. I don't want to discuss who complains the most. I want to discuss why our women feel like we hate them.
Throughout our history as black Americans we have strategically been taught to hate to ourselves. To hate each other. Divide and conquer. It worked. Unfortunately, it worked. But again, a man's first job is to protect. And black men, we have failed our women. So many of society's ills show this but I think the reason our women feel we hate them is because most men fail to understand that despite the stereotypical flaws, even on the occasion that they apply to particular women, men rarely take into account why they're that way. Because from their perspectives, if you really understood how painful it was for the woman you're complaining about to raise her two kids alone you wouldn't be complaining about her trust issues. If you knew how painful it was for Ashley to see her mom get beat by her boyfriend growing up you every two days but never leaving him you wouldn't be complaining about why Ashley doesn't like being submissive. If you understood how Ebony was always treated worse than her light skin sister you wouldn't complain about why she take offense to dark skin women jokes. If you understood that all Brittney's life she was told she was too fat, then when she got smaller she was told her butt wasn't big enough then you wouldn't be complaining about her body insecurities. Why don't you understand? Furthermore, why don't you care to understand? Why do you think this is funny? Why do you, a grown BLACK man feel the need to say so much negative about black women when you know they have been told they have to be perfect or they're worthless directly or indirectly their whole lives? "An oppressed people will always feel under attack, similar to a war veteran that will always feel like loud noises could be gunshots." Because oppression isn't a sprint. It's a marathon. It's something that's done over a substantial amount of time and the dominoes fall in line. Logic says, I, a black man, shouldn't have to deal with your attitude because you had to raise your two kids alone. I wasn't the father that abandoned your kids. Logic says, I, a black man, am not Ashley's mom's boyfriend. I didn't throw a punch so why do I have to get attitude from Ashley every time I ask her to do something. Logic says, I, a black man, shouldn't have to not prefer light skinned women because Ebony is dark skin and was treated inferior her whole life. I could just like light skinned women. That doesn't mean dark skin women aren't beautiful. Or that I have to discredit a light skin woman's beauty because I want to uplift dark skinned women. Logic says that, I, a black man, can't help it if I love thick thighs or if I'm into slim girls. It's not wrong for me to have my own PERSONAL preference. That's what logic says. But hate is an emotion. Black women feeling like we hate them, no matter the specific reason, is emotion. A very hurtful emotion. And black men are supposed to protect. I can't protect you from your past. Someone has already failed you, beautiful black woman. Whether the failure was intentional or unintentional. Your father may have never left the family, but he missed the signs of you feeling like you weren't pretty enough. I can't blame him if he was the best father he knew how to be but somewhere he failed.
However, beautiful black woman, of all shapes, sizes, and shades I love you. What I'm attracted to physical doesn't negate who I love internally. But I understand that it feels like you're constantly under attack. That doesn't mean I can't voice my frustrations from time to time, that doesn't mean I can't recognize an emotional setback in the behavior of another black woman, but because I know occasionally I do both, I want you to know I still love you, black women. I understand in this constant 24 news cycle it could feel like all you hear/see is black men talking negatively about you. Negativity travels at the speed of light. But, still, we failed you. Our fathers and our grandfathers, failed you. Because as the protectors of the households, we didn't protect you. We allowed you to raise kids by yourselves and for those scars to develop. We allowed division to cause resentment. We allowed outsiders to degrade and abuse you. We allowed even our counterparts to neglect their families with no recourse. But I love you. I have a group of friends, who while we all love differently, we all love black women. Does that mean all of my friends have never dated outside the race? No. Does that mean all black men that date or marry outside the race don't love black women? No. Because no matter who I choose to marry, or date, no matter what her pigment or race may be, I love black women. I will protect my mother, my sisters, and my other "sistas" no matter who I choose as my personal companion. That, even though I understand how some women may feel this way also, is not an indictment against black women. Love is love. So in conclusion, I know these scars are present and there's a thin line between jokes and insults, but black women I will love you as long as my lungs have oxygen in them. I'll love you as long as my mind works. I'll love you as long as my heart beats. Because without a black woman, I don't have lungs, I don't have a mind, and I don't have a heart!Just My Thoughts
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