So today I was web browsing and came across this photo...
Notice anything strange...?
Well if you don't I'll give you a little nudge in the right direction. Same cover. Different faces.
It appears that Beyonce's face was photo shopped onto Alessandra Ambrosio's body. Same body position the exact same hands. Some contouring so Beyonce looked a little wider in the hip area but really...?! Do I look like Boo Boo da Fool?! Shame. Flag on the play. It's like the Vanity Fair skin lightening scandal all over again. But what really gets my goat...
1. Who in the heck said Beyonce is who all Black women aspire to be?! Yes she's young and successful and doing quite well for herself. But as the media portrays her [and yes I am a staunch proponent of "reality is perception] she's not a very nice person - just left her girls in the wind to do her solo thing - and she's not that personable - I'm not a big fan of the majority of her interviews. So when marketing to us who gave the okay for it to be all about Beyonce... I mean ok, better her than some people [Rihanna's crazy, suicidal behind], but is she really what our half of Black culture can most easily be whittled down to? But I digress...
2. If it is indeed the case that Beyonce is what we aspire to be why is the media so quick to try to alter her appearance. I've seen her nose changed, her skin changed, her hips changed... etc. She got popular and famous being Beyonce. Men fell in love with the thick chick doing the "Uh oh" dance and chicks were tryna get "Bootylicious" after she wrote that song. So why try to change her? She got famous looking the way she actually [and I use that term loosely... lol] looks.
Between butt and hip silicone injections/implants, pads to make your booty pop, and tanning beds - I'm gonna go with Beyonce is just fine the way she is. No skin lightening, hip contouring, waist slimming or face transplanting necessary...
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23 November 2010
14 September 2010
21. Something I'd like to get off my chest...
So I love my friends and all, and I try to make the most of the conversations that we have with out taking the things they say too personally or to heart.
With that said....
The other day I was walking with a friend of mine and she and I were talking , you know normal everyday stuff. At some point in the conversation I called her bourgie, in response to something she said. Her response was that she wasn't bourgie, it's just how her mom raised her. And so, I responded, "Cuz your mama is bourgie!" To which she replied, "My mama can't be bourgie - she's white!" (My friend is biracial; her mother is white, and her father is black, and she was raised predominantly by her mom.) So what she was saying was that she couldn't be bourgie, because her mom is white and in some respect raised her white. Really now?
I'm the last person to try to get caught up in the race thing, however I also like to be real about the world around me, which is why I found where our conversation went disturbing. We continued to discuss the matter and I asked her if she was aware that outwardly the world generally perceives her a Black. To which she replied that people perceive her as Mixed (of mixed race), and told me, quite matter-of-factly, that her birth certificate says she is white. Something that, I'm not going to lie, kind of offended me. But that was her mother's choice, and who am I to argue with how people raise their children.
Moving from this I chose to drop it. I'm not gonna change her mind about who she is, or thinks she is, in a 10 minute walk to class. I chose to attribute much of the way she feels about herself to the antiquated Charleston mindset of race and racial stereotypes. Seeing as how she's spent much of her life here and this city remains in somewhat of a time-warp, I tried to evaluate the situation from her point of view (as best I could). She told me that people that when people see her they assume she is mixed, and that the fact that she doesn't "sound like [she's] from Charleston" i.e. she doesn't sound like Black people from Charleston.
To that I my initial [mental] reaction would be, "Hell, people think I'm Mixed, and I'm not!" The assumption that fair complected people are of mixed heritage is common, and to some extent true, but that mix being of immediate relation (parents) is not always the case. In my own case, to my knowledge I'm to far removed from whatever "mix" I may be for it to matter to me.
Personally, I think some people (usually light skinned) get too hung up on that stuff. If you have one black parent and one parent of some other race, clearly, you're mixed. People who look to grandparents and even great-grandparents if they feel the need to take it that far are fully justified in the "I'm mixed" thing. However, when you simply have light parents, who have light parents, who have light parents (like me) no point in getting all hell bent in proving how "not black" you are. It's just another one of those things that creates division and hatred within the community.
To those who are Mixed, by no means am I trying to downplay or trivialize any part of your heritage. I think its sad when Mixed children who are raised by only one parent don't get the proper opportunity to know one side, because both, together, are an integral part of what makes up that person. This, however, is not the case of my friend. She was raised by one parent, but from what I gather her father is not by any means an absent parent and she is not culturally isolated from Black people - she goes to school with and socializes with Black people, and, at will, uses the "n" word. She's definitely Black saying that right? If not, I may need to re-evaluate this friendship. But I digress.
The point I am trying to make, is that society is based on appearances. Hate to state the most obvious example but: Barack Obama.... hello? Barack Obama is known the world over not just as the President of the United States, but the first Black President of the United States. This is in spite of the fact that in reality he is Mixed. When people first see him the thought is that he is a Black man, not a Mixed man. That is simply put, because in reality most Black American heritage is mixed heritage. So that being said we're all mixed, but realize that doesn't make you any less Black, any better, or any worse. While it is one thing to be proud of one-half of your history, it's another thing to use that half to distance your self from the other half.
In any case, I like to let people have their opinions, and sometimes it is better to just agree to disagree. Like I said I wasn't going to change her mind about who she's come to perceive herself to be after 20 years. Maybe I made too much of something that wasn't actually that serious. Like I said in actuality people make too much of the whole light skin = mixed = not black mentality. We all eat, shit, and sleep no matter what color, right?
All that said, this is just something I wanted to get off my chest, don't take it to heart.
With that said....
The other day I was walking with a friend of mine and she and I were talking , you know normal everyday stuff. At some point in the conversation I called her bourgie, in response to something she said. Her response was that she wasn't bourgie, it's just how her mom raised her. And so, I responded, "Cuz your mama is bourgie!" To which she replied, "My mama can't be bourgie - she's white!" (My friend is biracial; her mother is white, and her father is black, and she was raised predominantly by her mom.) So what she was saying was that she couldn't be bourgie, because her mom is white and in some respect raised her white. Really now?
I'm the last person to try to get caught up in the race thing, however I also like to be real about the world around me, which is why I found where our conversation went disturbing. We continued to discuss the matter and I asked her if she was aware that outwardly the world generally perceives her a Black. To which she replied that people perceive her as Mixed (of mixed race), and told me, quite matter-of-factly, that her birth certificate says she is white. Something that, I'm not going to lie, kind of offended me. But that was her mother's choice, and who am I to argue with how people raise their children.
Moving from this I chose to drop it. I'm not gonna change her mind about who she is, or thinks she is, in a 10 minute walk to class. I chose to attribute much of the way she feels about herself to the antiquated Charleston mindset of race and racial stereotypes. Seeing as how she's spent much of her life here and this city remains in somewhat of a time-warp, I tried to evaluate the situation from her point of view (as best I could). She told me that people that when people see her they assume she is mixed, and that the fact that she doesn't "sound like [she's] from Charleston" i.e. she doesn't sound like Black people from Charleston.
To that I my initial [mental] reaction would be, "Hell, people think I'm Mixed, and I'm not!" The assumption that fair complected people are of mixed heritage is common, and to some extent true, but that mix being of immediate relation (parents) is not always the case. In my own case, to my knowledge I'm to far removed from whatever "mix" I may be for it to matter to me.
Personally, I think some people (usually light skinned) get too hung up on that stuff. If you have one black parent and one parent of some other race, clearly, you're mixed. People who look to grandparents and even great-grandparents if they feel the need to take it that far are fully justified in the "I'm mixed" thing. However, when you simply have light parents, who have light parents, who have light parents (like me) no point in getting all hell bent in proving how "not black" you are. It's just another one of those things that creates division and hatred within the community.
To those who are Mixed, by no means am I trying to downplay or trivialize any part of your heritage. I think its sad when Mixed children who are raised by only one parent don't get the proper opportunity to know one side, because both, together, are an integral part of what makes up that person. This, however, is not the case of my friend. She was raised by one parent, but from what I gather her father is not by any means an absent parent and she is not culturally isolated from Black people - she goes to school with and socializes with Black people, and, at will, uses the "n" word. She's definitely Black saying that right? If not, I may need to re-evaluate this friendship. But I digress.
The point I am trying to make, is that society is based on appearances. Hate to state the most obvious example but: Barack Obama.... hello? Barack Obama is known the world over not just as the President of the United States, but the first Black President of the United States. This is in spite of the fact that in reality he is Mixed. When people first see him the thought is that he is a Black man, not a Mixed man. That is simply put, because in reality most Black American heritage is mixed heritage. So that being said we're all mixed, but realize that doesn't make you any less Black, any better, or any worse. While it is one thing to be proud of one-half of your history, it's another thing to use that half to distance your self from the other half.
In any case, I like to let people have their opinions, and sometimes it is better to just agree to disagree. Like I said I wasn't going to change her mind about who she's come to perceive herself to be after 20 years. Maybe I made too much of something that wasn't actually that serious. Like I said in actuality people make too much of the whole light skin = mixed = not black mentality. We all eat, shit, and sleep no matter what color, right?
All that said, this is just something I wanted to get off my chest, don't take it to heart.
06 September 2010
20. You can't always get what you want....
Why is it that when a good thing is dangling right in front of us we're too stupid to see it, and yet, once it gone it's the only thing we want.
"Everyone wants what they can't have..." I heard this once before and thought maybe it was directed at just me... like some kind of sign from God.
In any case, I have been both the wanter and the wantee... It's really not fun from either side.
As the wanter (something I've found myself to become very familiar with), it is simply a sad state of affairs. No matter how much you think you deserve something, nor how much you're willing to fight for it the fact is the attainability of this thing is simply not something that your will determines. For many of us that is hard pill to swallow. I don't how many times I've thought to myself "Why isn't this working?" If I'm saying the right things and I'm doing the right things why can't I get what I want? And what it boiled down to is the fact that we don't control the things (or people) that we want. It is simply out of our hands.
And as hard as it is to deal with this type of rejection, silently, I'd say in my head, "One day you're going to want me, but by then it'll be too late."
And indeed I have been the wantee. After months or years, there's some guy who rejected me for [insert generic excuse here] is in hot pursuit. I am not much for bashing egos, though sometimes I'd like to be. So I quickly put these idiots - as I see them - in the friend zone and just hope that works because I know how it feels to be brutally rebuffed, and I'd rather not bestow that feeling upon others. (Maybe I try to be too nice about it. Sue me.) But as I do my best to preserve their masculinity and alpha male dignity, silently, I say in my head, "I told you so."
But alas, I too am an idiot. Look we all make mistakes. And it is now that I have found that the tables have turned themselves upon me. Stupid tables.
The chance dangled in front of me like raw meat in front an angry lioness. All I had to do was jump out and take it. And the reason doesn't matter. Maybe it was fear. Maybe an incomplete understanding of my feelings. Maybe just the time. Whatever the case, I changed my mind. The problem being, I changed my mind too late... And now the thing that I could have had, but maybe didn't want at the time I can't have now that I want it. Oh the irony. Guess it was right what I said to those guys silently in my head. Maybe the reason I was saying it silently in my head is because I was the one who was supposed to be listening.
But I guess life's funny like that sometimes.
I'd like to say I learned my lesson, but I can't say that I've been able to find it yet.
This is a work in progress....
"Everyone wants what they can't have..." I heard this once before and thought maybe it was directed at just me... like some kind of sign from God.
In any case, I have been both the wanter and the wantee... It's really not fun from either side.
As the wanter (something I've found myself to become very familiar with), it is simply a sad state of affairs. No matter how much you think you deserve something, nor how much you're willing to fight for it the fact is the attainability of this thing is simply not something that your will determines. For many of us that is hard pill to swallow. I don't how many times I've thought to myself "Why isn't this working?" If I'm saying the right things and I'm doing the right things why can't I get what I want? And what it boiled down to is the fact that we don't control the things (or people) that we want. It is simply out of our hands.
And as hard as it is to deal with this type of rejection, silently, I'd say in my head, "One day you're going to want me, but by then it'll be too late."
And indeed I have been the wantee. After months or years, there's some guy who rejected me for [insert generic excuse here] is in hot pursuit. I am not much for bashing egos, though sometimes I'd like to be. So I quickly put these idiots - as I see them - in the friend zone and just hope that works because I know how it feels to be brutally rebuffed, and I'd rather not bestow that feeling upon others. (Maybe I try to be too nice about it. Sue me.) But as I do my best to preserve their masculinity and alpha male dignity, silently, I say in my head, "I told you so."
But alas, I too am an idiot. Look we all make mistakes. And it is now that I have found that the tables have turned themselves upon me. Stupid tables.
The chance dangled in front of me like raw meat in front an angry lioness. All I had to do was jump out and take it. And the reason doesn't matter. Maybe it was fear. Maybe an incomplete understanding of my feelings. Maybe just the time. Whatever the case, I changed my mind. The problem being, I changed my mind too late... And now the thing that I could have had, but maybe didn't want at the time I can't have now that I want it. Oh the irony. Guess it was right what I said to those guys silently in my head. Maybe the reason I was saying it silently in my head is because I was the one who was supposed to be listening.
But I guess life's funny like that sometimes.
I'd like to say I learned my lesson, but I can't say that I've been able to find it yet.
This is a work in progress....
25 August 2010
17. Life doesn't come with an eraser... shit.
Along with the move to my new place, there has come a lot of free time. Time to think (and talk) to myself about... myself. With these thoughts, I always get back to the same question, "How the hell did I end up here?"
The answer is simple. Our choices dictate the lives we lead, and I have made a lot of choices. Some good. Some not so good. Some bad. But these choices are what shape the person I have become.
And then I thought, if I could just go back...
But I can't.
Because life doesn't come with an eraser... shit. There comes a point when you have to will yourself to stop living in your past. Personally, I suck at that part. But what I'm getting better at is not living in the world of "What If" That is a bad place. It leads to regret due to lack of understanding. This is because the mind works like a pen, and even though it can't erase things, it can scratch through them and try to act like they're not really there. But they are there, and they usually have some affect on the things that come after.
One of these nights, I sat in my house. Alone. I made a list of everything I don't like about myself. On that list of about 20 things - around half were things that at this point I have no control over; they are the products of decisions I've made. When I realized that, I then realized that once you come to terms with the things that bother you the most only then can you work to rectify them. They may not necessarily be fixable but where there may not always be a solution, there is generally a resolution.
The answer is simple. Our choices dictate the lives we lead, and I have made a lot of choices. Some good. Some not so good. Some bad. But these choices are what shape the person I have become.
And then I thought, if I could just go back...
But I can't.
Because life doesn't come with an eraser... shit. There comes a point when you have to will yourself to stop living in your past. Personally, I suck at that part. But what I'm getting better at is not living in the world of "What If" That is a bad place. It leads to regret due to lack of understanding. This is because the mind works like a pen, and even though it can't erase things, it can scratch through them and try to act like they're not really there. But they are there, and they usually have some affect on the things that come after.
One of these nights, I sat in my house. Alone. I made a list of everything I don't like about myself. On that list of about 20 things - around half were things that at this point I have no control over; they are the products of decisions I've made. When I realized that, I then realized that once you come to terms with the things that bother you the most only then can you work to rectify them. They may not necessarily be fixable but where there may not always be a solution, there is generally a resolution.
16. And another thing...
So I'm totally down with Obama and all, but I've also decided to stop relying on hope. Sure it's optimistic and open minded, but it too just leads to disappointment. Hope is like knowing the likelihood of something going wrong, and then telling yourself, "But just maybe..." It's one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time, but the end result may leave less than desirable results.
Hope is also the thing that leads you to think, "one day it could happen to me..." That's what I used to think about love, and you know what happened?
DING! DING! DING! - Still single
And no I'm not against hope all in all - some situations call for it. But in the case where it leaves you clinging to what was and what could be again or having a fantasy come true it kinda seems like not such a good idea. So please excuse my cynicism - it's just that in a reality that keeps knocking you down, wouldn't it be better to push back rather than hoping you don't get pushed again?
Hope is also the thing that leads you to think, "one day it could happen to me..." That's what I used to think about love, and you know what happened?
DING! DING! DING! - Still single
And no I'm not against hope all in all - some situations call for it. But in the case where it leaves you clinging to what was and what could be again or having a fantasy come true it kinda seems like not such a good idea. So please excuse my cynicism - it's just that in a reality that keeps knocking you down, wouldn't it be better to push back rather than hoping you don't get pushed again?
15. The "L" Word.
I have come to a crossroad. To love or not to love, that is the question. Well it was the question. The answer is clearly - "Not." I have officially quit lusting after love. I mean, yeah, it's a nice idea and all, but really what's it good for? You slowly give away pieces of yourself until you're so caught up in we that you are no longer a me.
At least that's what I'm telling myself.
The real reason I'm through with the contemplation of this dirty four letter word is that I realize it brings more pain than anything. I've seen love rear it's ugly head, and that's just not a monster I'm prepared to tackle right now. Love ruins lives. You put so much stock into another person, hoping they don't disappoint you. If you're lucky they won't; if you're luck you also win the lottery. And the ability of people to just fall in and out of it at a moment's notice is beyond me. The ability to forsake all rational thought for what - a feeling that may or may not last through the end of the week?
And so gone are the days that I long for a significant other. I mean sure it'd be nice, but at this point in my life its like chasing a pipe dream. Guys don't know the meaning of commitment anymore - and yes that is a glaring generality, but it's all I have to go on at this point.
Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I'm jealous. Deep down all these things are quite possible. But on the surface, I'd just like to go with the fact that love in reality seems to lead to nothing but disappointment.
At least that's what I'm telling myself.
The real reason I'm through with the contemplation of this dirty four letter word is that I realize it brings more pain than anything. I've seen love rear it's ugly head, and that's just not a monster I'm prepared to tackle right now. Love ruins lives. You put so much stock into another person, hoping they don't disappoint you. If you're lucky they won't; if you're luck you also win the lottery. And the ability of people to just fall in and out of it at a moment's notice is beyond me. The ability to forsake all rational thought for what - a feeling that may or may not last through the end of the week?
And so gone are the days that I long for a significant other. I mean sure it'd be nice, but at this point in my life its like chasing a pipe dream. Guys don't know the meaning of commitment anymore - and yes that is a glaring generality, but it's all I have to go on at this point.
Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I'm jealous. Deep down all these things are quite possible. But on the surface, I'd just like to go with the fact that love in reality seems to lead to nothing but disappointment.
And so, I think I'm just gonna give up on the whole love thing... I know, I know - its kinda early.... But I figure I'll just quit while I'm ahead...
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