It’s getting better!
Moving back to New York was such a hassle.
If you want to keep your sanity, I advise you all to catch a flight. For a double the price of a bus ticket, you get the luxury of knowing that you be where you need to be shortly and in [slight] comfort.
Continue reading “Post Grad Life: Week 2”
If you’re thinking about stuff in terms of material objects or physical things clear ya’ head space!
When I say,
If you love me you must love my stuff too
The kind of stuff I’m referencing are beliefs. Too often I meet people who are almost amazing. They’re beautiful and outgoing and have incredible energy. And at first I also think they’re brilliant until that say something homophobic or misogynistic or racist or transphobic and then I’m like,
Oh, that was dumb!
I’m not rejecting the idea of accepting someone despite their shortcomings or differences. I am rejecting people who believe or promote in ideas that are oppressive.
So yes! … While I fell in love with you on the bench as we waited for the bus and indulged in conversation about chocolate, I’ll have to end it there because I don’t want you to make an exception for my liberal ass. I want you to understand and thus be able to also reject societal and cultural norms that are suffocating and damaging to the varying identities that make up the human race.
And so you can’t love me and not accept all the values I carry in my pockets –
Black. Queer. Womyn.
Secret #927: I have big feet!
Ever since I can remember my feet have been clown-ish, long, big. My mother would buy me the nicest kicks but I wouldn’t wear them because they looked like clown shoes in comparison to my small body.
Imagine being 8 years old and wearing an 8 in women’s shoes.
Up until I was 10 my shoes size matched my age. What an embarrassment! We’re being taught to embrace our skin, weight, height, but never our feet!
Thank God for puberty! Now 5’9, my feet finally match my size, but it’s so hard for a girl to find a nice shoe! Most of my small footed friends have the luxury of being able to go out and pick up shoes on the same day of a big event while I need to search well in advance. And Oh! Did I mention the price tag $$$. Having big feet isn’t cheap so if you’re gonna spend a small chunk of change and your long elegant feet, check out the stores below. Keep in mind that some shops may only have extended sizes available online.
The key to shopping for big feet or any feet really is:
You shouldn’t have to [literally] pay because God blessed you in a awkward place!
There are a lot more stores! Google is your best friend! Also click here for some more details!
as I sat in the passenger seat on a 10 hour ride from New York to North Carolina, I felt stuck. Not only because the seatbelt was slightly choking me, but mostly because of fear. There would be no returning to Wheaton after this. No more safety zone. No more instant rebel or running late for work. No more returning books that were 6 months overdue. No more free passport size photos.
My friend told me,
I really hoped she was lying! I was looking forward to an awesome summer despite me scrambling for cash before I head off to Greece. But as I sat in the passenger seat on a 10 hour ride from New York to North Carolina, I felt stuck. Not only because the seatbelt was slightly choking me, but mostly because of fear. There would be no returning to Wheaton after this. No more safety zone. No more instant rebel or running late for work. No more returning books that were 6 months overdue. No more free passport size photos.
Every summer prior to this, I could work like crazy and knew that by the end of August I could go back to taking naps in the middle of the day, wearing chanclas (slippers) where ever I went and drinking on Tuesdays or whatever day I decide. Sadly, I can’t wear Adidas slippers to work and people may even discourage my two afro puffs.
How is a sister going to make it in the “real world”?
Will I be the boss ass multifaceted leader that was in college? Would I still be able to dominate spaces? Am I truly capable of making the change I constantly spoke about in classrooms and conversations? Are people going to even listen to me?
I do not know the answer to any of these questions and that is scary as hell!
I know… I know… I’ll probably be fine and things will get better, especially since Mercury is out of retrograde but right now as I lay on my mother’s leather sofa that is sticking to my butt cheeks, Week 1 of Post Grad life sucks.
I’m eating too much curry goat, bacon and ice cream and can’t fathom managing my money. I’m really banking on God coming through for the kid because after four years of college they never taught me how to pay a light bill or balance a check book. I am just realizing that we spent a quarter of a million dollars and weren’t even taught the difference between business attire and formal wear.
May all the Godz be in my favor!
LOOK OUT FOR POST GRAD LIFE WEEK 2.
Dear people who have watched me for years, but never talked to me
Dear people who think a PWI has brainwashed me
Dear people who think I am not black enough anymore
Dear people who think I am too liberal
Dear people who seldom ask how I am doing, but assume I am floating in the wind
Dear ex lovers who think I owe them things
Continue reading “Reclaiming My Magic: Letter To Those Who Think I’ve Changed”
There is truly nothing like New York in the Summer. The yellow taxis accenting the bright colored printed pants and the summer breeze giving life to chiffon blouses and linen pants.
The smell of Halal street food and roosted peanuts in combination with fresh air is everyones questionable perfume. And oh! You can’t forget about the way the sun hides behind some of the city’s tallest buildings releasing hues of soft pinks and oranges that definitely brighten up your melanin! Yes LAWD!
Forget the Hamptons! Between concerts like The Roots Picnic & Governors Island and Block Parties, City summers are irresistible and entirely too poppin’ to miss out on!
I ask you to join me on what may be my last summer in NYC!
And #11, just because I am extra tight —
#11: People keep asking me why I am single — I don’t freaking know! Maybe I am over qualified.
I am not an Angry Black WOMAN. I am just a Black Woman who happens to be MAD!
*THESE ARE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER. I DONT KNOW HOW TO RANT IN ORDER.
Its not easy having a fabulous friend! One that is ambitious, popular and [extremely] successful. There are definitely times when jealously will sneak up on you like a baby ghost. Remember when they were getting college acceptances or got engaged or drop 3 consecutively platinum albums, back to back (pun intended)? I totally understand the secret envy and yearning to steal all of their acceptance letters out of their mailbox so they don’t think they got in anywhere… I do! Still…
Don’t be a Meek Mill!
Momentary jealously is perfectly ok but NEVER… I mean NEVER let the green-eyed monster get to you.
The sole purpose of a friendships is to have your own little team of motivational speakers; people who push you to be your best 
self. You should only surround yourself with winners… and maybe a few subpar folk for balance. Yes! Sometime your friends may have more trophies than you and better looking feet and 85 hit singles when you only have 28, but imagine how many you’d have without them and them with out you!
Team work makes a dream work! Why break up the team because the line of advice they gave you was from a previous conversation… it still worked didnt it? Why are you mad?
It doesnt matter if only one person on your team is scoring most of the shots, the steam is still winning because of it! Lets support each other and build each other up, instead of winning grammies off of our friendship disappointment!
Don’t be a Meek Mill! You can be Drake if you’d like or you can just be supportive Nicki, but thats up to you!
If you see that ugly green monster coming… you better stick and move honey… Stick & Move!
*I laughed while writing this entire piece & I am the oldest Meek Mill fan.
