I think I like this more than the original…
- (via nyu-tah)
I’ve lived in the United States for over two decades. If I were in my fifties, perhaps that would not mean much. Since I am currently basking in the naïve sunshine of my mid-twenties that means a lot.
I left my country when I was three. After immigrating to the west and having my accent beaten out of me, I opted for a neutral tone, and very big vocabulary. I excelled in school, went to college, then grad school.
As I venture into the years that will define my life, those marked by career, marriage, and family, I come across identity issues every day.
When my sister calls my hair nappy instead of kinky, I think of the ever-boiling natural hair debates. (What is good hair anyway?)
When I struggle with some skinny jeans with no interest in going past my exceptionally wide hips, I am sadly reminded that consumer fashion is not made for me.
When I scan the pots and pots of foundation in the drugstore, because let’s be real I can’t afford the good stuff yet, all I see is a sea of peachy, creamy, pale-ish muck.
When I fill out a job application form I bounce back and forth between Africa-American, and other.
I am not of this country."
I’ve been watching Scandal. Things you need to know before you brandish Olivia as the side piece you’ve all been waiting to drag through the mud since the black girl that turned you down for Valentines Day in 3rd grade is:
The President’s Marriage is like an arranged marriage. It’s been over, but…
They completely disregard the other aspects of her character. Assume/insist we are only into the show to vicariously live out “taken by massa” fantasies, denying Olivia the depth of her character. And us any concept of depth by extension….. couldn’t possibly be Cuz we love seeing brilliance in a reflection of ourselves. A woman is only as good as what she’s doing with her vagina. And by the way, if she’s using it she’s doing it wrong.