Online dating has it’s ups and downs, I’ll admit you often have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince. However, with 52% of men using online dating sites to find women, you can’t really discount it. What is more, stats suggest that the average dating-to-marriage period for people who met onlineRead More…
Who knew how different quality underwear could feel compared to the cheap Wal*Mart kind?
One anonymous writer tells me she doesn’t want her baby daughter to ever date black men.
I wrote the first part in response to the negative attitudes I’d seen from single black women regarding marriage. Specifically people who have never been married in their lives, but keep trying to tell other black women how terrible and overrated marriage is.
Since writing the first part I’ve had a chance to think about the things I’ve seen and experienced regarding these type of black women. The very emotional response from some women is a signal that something is going on internally that they haven’t properly dealt with. You don’t get THAT stirred up about a topic that doesn’t directly involve you unless something has been triggered.
I have one friend who is a vegan, and unlike my presuppositions about meatless wonders wasting away with black hollows under their eyes and thinning hair, she is the picture of health. She recently had a very healthy and happy baby boy. And while going vegan is on the opposite road that I’m taking, I know a few of you are considering go that route, so here’s some info you can use…
Some people sure know how to spoil a good time. To be honest, I was really unconcerned over the Blurred Lines controversy. The song has become part of my summer soundtrack and I don’t care if that makes me a terrible feminist. If I still had the skinny body I did in my twenties and could get it that close to Robin Thicke, I’d be the first one in line to sign up and they wouldn’t even have to pay me.
I just read a comment on a blog that basically said, if these middle-class educated people have such a problem with underclass Black people people, then they should go down to the hood and mentor them. Well I ask this, what are middle class people supposed to teach as mentors?
We all knew she had talent, but how many of us knew our very own Tanisha Everette had THIS in her?
You know what I hate more than any other lame-ass reason why black women shouldn’t swirl? “You’re bedding the slave master.” As if whites were the ONLY ones buying and selling black skinned folks to work for free. And even if they did, GUESS WHO’S STILL DOING IT? Middle Easterners.
Thanks to my many BB&W look-outs, I came across some pretty vile comments said by Rae Dawn Chong about Oprah Winfrey. It’s pretty shocking.
Something to add to your library…
I received an inquiry from a reader several years ago for a recipe. I’ve printed a formula for what I presumed to be a basic version of the dish. I’ve discussed this dish with many of the chefs of New York’s Italian restaurants and here is my version.
Let’s recognize a good deed when it’s done.
These boys had no reason to get involved, and since they are kid’s themselves, they could have waited for permission to take the lead or turn their eyes away hoping someone else will do what needs to be done.
Do you find yourself always eating when you’re not hungry? Find out what might be eating you.
Do you know how to talk the talk?
I turned 40. The place we celebrated turned 50. In my humble opinion, both of us look pretty darn good.
What I love about children is that they are so honest. Their reactions are so pure, without blemish. One has to wonder when, exactly, that almost God-like wisdom begins to fade in some of us.
In any case, I have great hope for the kids of our future. The less racist morons populating the Earth, the better.
Today is my birthday, and there’s a lot of 7′s in it. Seventh month, seventeenth day, born the year 1973, at 7:03 in the morning. I suppose all those sevens have given me a little luck over my lifetime. As a newly-minted member of the Fabulous 40′s club, I’ve gotta say I feel pretty damn good. I’m old enough to (mostly) not do the stupid, impulsive stuff of my youth, and still young enough to capitalize on that wisdom. And while I’m four decades old, I feel like I’m 25–just with more brains in my head. I’m taking care of my mind and my body, and never cease learning. Some notable bits of knowledge…
Several times I have seen black women write that black women need to act to distance themselves from other black women. But why would I need to distance myself from the actions of another black woman if I am in no way, shape, or form involved in that other woman’s behavior? And if I don’t see myself as being in any way connected to that other woman’s actions, then the only other alternative reason why I would need to distance myself from that woman is to appease the sentiments of some outsider who is unable–or, most likely, unwilling–to distinguish me as an individual from that other woman.
How do you and your honey handle discussions of racially-charged subject in which you find yourselves on opposite ends?