Looking Back on Mother's Day and Understanding Why My Blog Exist
Mother’s Day was a day spent with family. Like any family function we laugh, we argue, and we talk about the bullshit that we’ve encounter since the last time that we’ve hung out. I have both a sister and a cousin who are freshmen in college. They’ve completed their first year and they came together to talk about the woes of dorm living. Among their chatter about unclean bathrooms and annoying roommates, they get to the inevitable, racist university policies. My cousin noted that the resident assistant asked her to close her door while flat ironing her hair because the smell of her hair was unpleasant. While my sister noted that she can’t enjoy a Friday night in the same fashion as her White floormates and noted that it seems as if they were being targeted by the university’s policies.
Later, my aunt noted that she often deals with entitled White folk while on her commute to and from work. She noted that White people take up a tremendous amount of public space during their commute as if they are the owners of the galaxy. I chimed in to mention the notorious White girl and yoga mat on a crowded train. And the ultimate violation, the White girl who loves to flip her hair on a crowded train without realizing that they’re slinging their hair on other commuters.
My mother also noted, that her manager verbally noted that she’s presenting herself to be the “angry Black woman” and that she should tone herself down. Now, my mama does have a big mouth, but she also knows what the fuck she’s talking about.—I’ll fill y’all in on something—My mother’s supervisor doesn’t have nearly as much education as my mother. My mother has her masters in the subject while her supervisor doesn’t. This isn’t to say that education is synonymous with knowledge, but it means a hell of a lot when you’re insecure in your position and there is someone next to you that is displaying traits that would make them more suitable for your position.
These are all some examples of the bullshit that Black women have to deal with in our daily living—just for being Black. Furthermore, those are real life examples of why I have created this space. I fully understand the bullshit that we encounter and I want to create a space that is relatable for people like me. In addition, I want to create a space that provides thought provoking material that inspire folk that look like me to challenge themselves and challenge others who approach them on that fuck shit as well.
That being said, go to those meetings about your resident hall and turn the fuck up on them and demand equal treatment. Push those damn yoga mats out of your face while you’re on the train. Demand that these White hoes stop swinging that stringy bullshit in your face and leaving loose strands of hair everywhere. And keep being assertive in those office meetings and let them hear what the hell you’ve got to say! And you can do all of these things while keeping your lace frontal glued down and natural hair moisturized. Moral of the story, be well and be confident because we’re all out here rooting for you!
Afros and Ovaries
Knocking yoga mats out of my way