By Carrie Thompson After an unforeseen health scare, I’ve had an epiphany: my life is perfect. I’m not exactly where I dreamed I’d be after 6 years in LA but I have everything I could possibly need: my health, trusting relationships, and disposable income while repaying debts. I don’t want to be an Edgar AllenRead More…
I’ll admit, I was curious as to what kind of sane black woman could fall in love with a racist.
Well, once upon a time folks said we’d never have a black president, so…
I’ll admit that lately I’ve been on a bit of a rant about modern feminism as late, and this post is more of the same, so if you’re tired of hearing it I suggest you move on to the post about Michelle Obama’s bangs.
So what say you? Will you be one of those ladies demanding their hairdresser give them Oba-bangs?
Not everyone is thrilled about parallels being drawn between Obama and Martin Luther King Jr. Find out why.
Meet Noella Cousaris Masters. Her mother is Congolese-Zambian and her father was Cypriot (from Cypress). Born in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, this woman is elegance, grace and class personified. Then she wraps it up nicely into down home spirit of good old fashion niceness and girl next door. I can’t say too many wonderful things about her.
Was the second time as good as the first?
Take a break from the crayon-colored make up this winter!
Advertisers aren’t in the business of social engineering, but do keep their hands firmly on the pulse of demographic shifts, and interracial relationships have not escaped their radar. Just like all of us, they’re seeing more and more black women moving across color lines to find love, and since the universal color of money is GREEN, the amount of ads with interracial depictions have risen so that the people involved in these unions can see themselves buying whatever product or service the company peddles. Here’s 15 ads you wouldn’t have seen 15 years ago. Enjoy!
One-on-one time with hotty, Matthew Hussey. $1000 Nordstrom spending spree…get it, girl!
Elizabeth Jenkins found herself running late for church. Making to the corner of Pearl and Chatham Streets, Elizabeth hailed a horse-drawn streetcar. She didn’t notice if it said “Negroes Allowed In This Car” or not. She was the church organist and had to get to church. She and her companion Sarah Adams were ordered off the car. Miss Adams deboarded but Elizabeth Jennings refused and sparked a series of events that got her thrown off the car tearing and soiling her dress and bonnet. This was actually the second time she had been ordered off of a street car because she was black, so Elizabeth Jennings decided to fight back through the courts.
I’m a ‘spiritual’ person. And what I mean by that is this: I feel that when I’m in need of hearing or learning something, God–I’m a Christian, so I’m referring to the Christian God here–puts a person or a situation in my path to nudge me towards the direction I’m supposed to be traveling.
I recently had a little nudge.
Note: This post is meant for women who want to be more feminine in the old fashioned sense. It’s really not about being a male-identified woman or about arguing whether being feminine is right or wrong. Women are free to make the choice to be old fashioned feminine. This is somewhat of a tutorial of a specific type of femininity, not all forms of femininity. This is not meant to pressure you to be something else or dictate what you should wear or behave
Get ready for some SERIOUS eye candy…
Janet Jackson’s upcoming wedding to Qatari billionaire Wissam Al Mana has the whole world talking. It appears that the beloved little sister of Michael finally found true love — in the arms of an Arab man. Her fiance is equally smitten, telling the magazine Harpers Bazaar Arabia, “I’m fortunate enough to be dating my dream woman.”
I have no regrets. I would do it all again.
Something savory and healthy to warm you from the cold…
The movie is based on a stageplay called Juicy and Delicious written by a non-Black woman so yes, I was wondering if they chose to cast this role with a little Black girl because imagining a little White girl enduring this level of neglect and abuse was impossible.
People widely panned the Moynihan Report. But looking at it now, it reads like a Nostradamus quatrain.
Who knew D’jango was a real man?