C-word...

Received some troubling news today concerning a loved one......

Jewelry, hugs, and laughter!

Sarah and I stayed up until 4:30am making JEWELRY! Which means I am now in possession of three new pairs of feathered earrings and one pair of stone earrings with a matching bracelet!! WOO!! I expect we’ll spend some more time on crafts… I mean you really can’t have too many feathered earrings! 

We watched movies as we sat in the living room and created. It seems we can agree on a few English-speaking movies, Dirty Dancing and Brothers, at least. Brothers was frightening and sad… I was oddly unhappy with the ending. Isaiah stayed up with us for a while and made earrings. He’s a very talented young man… in so many ways. I’m so glad I get to spend time with him.

Sarah, Mikah, and I spent the afternoon clearance shopping for jewelry/craft stuff! OMG! Mikah is such a doll. He likes to randomly hug me and tell me he loves me. SO CUTE! The other day he said, “I love you to the sky!” Aww…. Which reminds me… the chick Mikah immediately presented me with on Tuesday has been in the making for a while. Sarah has been so excited about hanging it up in the house… oops! Hehe!

Then we went to dinner at a Hibachi grill. Mikah could obviously work there... he knows all the jokes and exactly what is going to happen next! It was delicious and fantastic! On the car ride home we rolled the windows down and sang at the top of our lungs. I forget how soothing and comforting riding in the car at night can be…. I guess it’s from growing up riding in the Big Truck with my dad.

We came home to rowdy teenage boys… who make me laugh so hard!!! It’s a shame I find their crude humor so hilarious most of the time. But now the house is quiet… like I can hear the crickets outside quiet… so weird!!!

So far the summer mix-tape includes these songs:

Love is a battlefield by Pat Benatar

Little Red Corvette by Prince

Rumor Has It by Adele

Happy Ending by Mika

Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright performed by Isaiah and Jose

Summer Vacation 2012

At the request of a few lovely women I am writing (what I want to call) “field notes” about my experiences as I travel over the summer. Considering the fact I tend to drop off the planet over break it’s probably a good way to keep people informed. And lets face it… my life is full of fascinating stuff. LOL

Let’s hope my summer isn’t as eventful as my plane ride to Memphis this morning. I chose not to go to bed last night because, well... I may have slept until 3PM yesterday and I had a group of fabulous women over for dinner and conversation. So I finished packing when they left and read some more of 50 Shades Freed. (OMGCHRISTIANGREY!!)

Now, while I have been on many planes, including a 14-hour flight to Beijing, I have never felt so awful. I curled up in my seat at about 6AM after having a brief conversation with my seat partner and tried to sleep. I felt a little anxious but assumed it was because I was headed to see one of my Best friends. I finally fell asleep… only to wake up as I fainted. (WTF, I know…) Have you ever fainted? The nausea overwhelms you, as your whole body breaks out in a cold sweat and if you do black out, at least for me, when you wake up you don’t know where you are. It is terrifying. It WAS terrifying.

I was trying to maintain consciousness! Talking to myself to keep myself calm and pulling my hair to cause myself pain in hopes that would help me shake it. I know I looked crazy to anyone watching… but no one seemed too concerned. I fought the rest of the flight, of which I have no idea how long it was, trying to remain conscious. In and out. In and out. I was miserable. And… alone. (When I’m sick I tend to become this completely irrational person who assumes they’re going to die in the next 5 minutes utterly alone! I think I get it from my father…lol) The flight attendant realized something was off but didn’t press the issue. Frankly, I was terrified if they saw how bad I felt they would make an emergency landing… and I would be horrified! Horrified I SAY! So I wrestled my demons and finally made it off the plane.

The second flight was… better. Although, not normal by any stretch. It was just a really weird and strange day. Of which I hope I never have to re-live!! (And No, Nicole M. I haven’t gone to the doctor. Although I might consider asking a professional some questions.)

After some Panera (which seems to be mine and Sarah’s second favorite place to eat next to India Palace) and a nap I feel somewhat better. We picked up Mikah from preschool and immediately he handed me some of his artwork. “Matashia, I made this for you. It’s a fake ice cream and a chick!” (aww… Hello, Ovaries… haven’t heard you scream for validation in a few days...ugh)

We came home and Isaiah, her oldest son, cooked us this fabulous dinner with bok choy, ramen, chicken, carrots… and some other stuff. It was fantastic, as I was feeling particularly ravenous. We answered a few of those silly “would you rather …. Or….” questions.  I love how we tried and tried to rationalize our answers to these completely irrational questions. For example (this one had us discussing for a while): would you rather have to pee out your nose or smell through your genitalia? LMAO! Yes, we’re both getting our PhDs.

And we have capped off our night by starting a new South Korean TV show or two.. LOL! (So far they are not City Hunter and I’m just not sure they’re going to live up to my expectations… but… I’ll try…. And frankly with all Sarah and I have in common… our tastes in movies/TV RARELY overlap…LOL! So South Korean TV it is!!)

Here’s to a fantastic summer with no more fainting!!! (Unless of course my very own Christian Grey walks into my life… **swoon**) 

The importance of Naming...

I often write/perform spoken word/poetry in order to let off some steam. I find that it is one of my more effective tools through which to express my anger and frustration. The poem I am including in this post came after a conversation in an undregrad class I TAed. As we discussed the founding fathers, particularly Jefferson, no one was willing, or able, to name the slave he had children with. This made me furious! When so few people of color, so few slaves, have been humanized and given a name we cannot continue to forget or overlook the few who have been.

For All the Black Women (and men) who have remained Nameless in our history books, our mythologies, and lives, it is time. Time to use their names. 

Have you considered what compromise means in American history

An accommodation in which both sides make concessions

And still, people remain possessions

The Declaration of Independence

Where only land owning White men were in attendance

Was signed to free a people from unjust rule

Now seriously, who's the fool?

You want to uphold what these men stood for

And completely ignore how they lived their lives

The Declaration, A compromise

Put in place, managing to dehumanize

As I sit in this room and witness your violence

Are you really going to be silent?

Is slave all you can say?

Can we say her name??

Sally Hemings

The Black woman, owned by Jefferson

I don’t care what stories have been spun

To protect the author of Independence

Because I will call out his ascendance

Does it, as a white person, make your skin crawl

To name the Black woman

The founding father raped at 14

Say her name

Sally Hemings

In a history where so many

Were left nameless

Faceless

Animals in cages

I demand that you say her NAME!

How can we talk of his actions with such favor

And I don’t even think you’re going to waiver

Maybe if you call out his bullshit

You’ll feel the guilt, just a little bit

Her Name was Sally Hemings

She was the half sister of Martha, his wife

Think about it, how’d she come to life?

RAPE

Yes, it was not a scene of wine and grapes

When her own father gave her, To his real daughter 

This earth doesn’t contain enough holy water

To absolve this nation

From the sins of it’s creation

But you will say her Name

And not continue with the inhumane

Because faceless, and nameless

Are less likely to depress

And give you no room to assess

Or question the oppression

Our country has woven so deep

Sustained and kept so cheap

Because without a face, a name

You have no claim

To the freedom and rights

Of the men who were rich, protestant, land owning Whites

But you will say her name

Sally Hemings

Spoiler Alert. I'm going to ruin Bridesmaids for you... on so many levels!

After posting this angry rant on Facebook I was encouraged to create a Blog. May it save you from spending any money and time on this terrible movie. 

On April 19th, I ventured out with my lovely roommates to watch a free screening of the upcoming movie “Bridesmaids.” Now I was not expecting some grand production that would find its way on my shelf of DVDs but I also wasn’t expecting the anger that I felt. Granted I laughed… there were moments the 13 year old boy that runs my sense of humor was living high on the hog… but as the movie continued I became increasingly uncomfortable and eventually down right angry. As the audience roared with laughter I felt disgust that they could watch the same thing I was and laugh so freely.  I went home... and vented to a friend, who at least could “understand” why I was upset, but had no real understanding of what I felt. I went to bed thinking I would sleep it off but the next morning I was even angrier. And I know that once I lay out my concerns with this movie… most people won’t care. Most people will think it’s just a movie and wonder why I am so upset. Or even argue that it wasn’t the intent of the movie to be this way. But that’s the point… it doesn’t matter what their freaking intent WAS I know what it made me feel. And it’s too easy to say that producers/directors can continue to make shitty movies like this and not be held responsible for the stereotypes and painful ideologies that they are upholding and disseminating.

So… what did this movie do to piss me off so badly?

Race:

1. Why was the one identifiable African American with a name named Kaluha? I mean really??? She is in the movie for a whole 30 seconds was it necessary to give her a name that both refers to alcohol and the color of her skin? Do African American’s just name their kids after alcohol?
2. Why are all the main women White, with the exception of the Bride who is racially ambiguous?
3. When you meet the Bride’s parents, Black father and White mother, why are the only things out of her father’s mouth about how he doesn’t want to pay for anything? Why? Because Black people don’t like to pay for stuff? Or because they can’t pay for stuff? BTW…. her mother never speaks… I suppose a race traitor shouldn’t be allowed the benefit of a voice.

Gender:

1. It’s apparently hilarious to watch women melt down and tear each other apart. I guess most of Television is built off of this premise.. .but still.. shit!
2. Women should be married by a certain age and if you’re not… well, something is wrong with YOU! I know this is nothing new for a lot of us… but yet again… you had to make a whole movie around that!
3. A woman should never want to be a fuck buddy/friend with benefits…apparently it will kill your self-esteem because he will always be an asshole. It could NEVER be a positive situation or one in which the woman feels empowered.
4. Men never want to be in relationships. They only want to be fuck buddies. And it’s utterly shocking to think otherwise.
5. A White man with blue eyes ALWAYS saves the day!
6. If you get two STRAIGHT women together and get them liquored up… they WILL make out!! Really??? Ugh…. Hello all the straight men who got dragged to the theatre by your girlfriend.. this scene is for YOU!
7. If two women are close friends… they are clearly lesbians… and if they’re lesbians that is a bad thing.  
8. Fat women aren’t really women! (Oh… Imma about to blow this one up!)

Weight:

1. Like I said… Fat women just really aren’t women.. they’re not feminine or pretty. And they never want to wear make-up. I mean really people… why do you have to dress the fat woman like we’re stuck in 1991 when the clothing industry REALLY didn’t make shit for big women?
2. Why is it so funny to think a fat woman would WANT sex? Or why is it so funny to think of her as a sexual being? Is it just that hard to believe that a man would want a fat woman to ride his face!? Or that a man would like a big ass and big stomach and thighs? (and if you answered yes… I hope the images made you nauseous…...)
3. Why… WHY did the scene where the fat woman goes to get laid did they, for the love of all that is holy, have to have her EATING!!?! And not like whip cream or strawberries… but two 3 foot subs! Really!? I mean I guess fat women just can’t go three seconds without stuffing their pie holes. AH!
4. In the food poisoning scene why is the fat woman and the racially ambiguous women the only two who have diarrhea, while the skinny White women are throwing up? Oh because throwing up is more socially acceptable for those women who desire to be skinny, as they exert control over their bodies to be thin. While diarrhea is something that cannot be controlled much like a fat woman can’t control her eating and the Bride’s parents couldn’t control their jungle fever-like desires. (I realize this sounds like a REAL stretch but I read a theoretical article about it last year… wish I could remember what it was… )

I am tired of seeing women with MY body type ridiculed, used as the brunt of all the jokes… the main reason all the people in the theatre are laughing. (Also, I DID NOT appreciate the fact that the little skinny White woman throwing out T-shirts before the movie ignored my section… it was me and four African Americans in that row and she would not throw stuff to our side. Hmm… Guess she watched too many movies like this one!)

Granted this movie is probably no worse than any other bullshit movie Hollywood produces to socialize us into their fucked up ideals but for some reason it just hit me wrong. And I guess a colleague of mine was right…there is only so much I can overlook(because lets face it we overlook something with everything we watch)… and I just could NOT overlook everything in this movie! Not when I left the theatre feeling exposed and vulnerable. Not when I just spent 2 hours in a room full of strangers as they laughed hysterically as women acted like crabs in a barrel… and a fat woman tried to flirt with a man and Black people were reduced to cheap/poor people with alcohol names. Too much!