I simply couldn't take the torture that is Typepad one second longer. Please join me in my new digs. It's kind of bare over there currently but I'll fill it up again soon I'm sure. LOL!
I'm still playing around with different things so there will be changes until I'm comfortable with it again so please be patient with me.
If you have suggestions for anything you'd like to see, let me know. I like new stuff too.
This site will stay as is unless I figure out an alternative.
I have to be honest with yall when I say that another huge part of why I've been blogging less is that I'm truly sick of Typepad. I've been wanting to leave this platform for over two years now but my blog is so large that it locks up on every system trying to import it. Then...Typepad has the export process so crazy that the files aren't even in the form you need them to be in to do so without some serious man hours. Everyone I step to to ask to help laughs.
Typepad doesn't have any of the features that indicate it's 2014. There have only been a few improvements since I started using the service in 2006. I go to other sites and see cool stuff only to get angry that I pay for this service and don't get to do the same. Hell...free WordPress blogs have more bells and whistles than this old archiac Typead. I've only stuck in there with them because, again, it's a pain in the tookus to move. UGH!
I'd love some advice. I've started a new blog on Squarespace, which I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! What do yall think about my just starting over on that system and just leaving this here and link to it as an archive? Do you think it would be okay? I could stop blogging over here ASAP and just start blogging at the new place. Would yall go over there?
I'm country so yall know I was raised to not eat everybody's cooking. It's a country thing. You can tell alot about a person's cooking skills and presentation by the way they handle themselves in other situations and yeah...I don't eat from many folks. Office potlucks? Yeah...I always ate what I brought. LOL! Too many of yall come out the bathroom too quick for me. I'm good.
My dear framily is about to follow her dreams and audition for a cooking show. I'm so proud of her decision to do this because it's way outside of her comfort zone. She is an EXCELLENT cook, a true kitchen cook and she cooks for me so often that I just call her for her grocery list so I can run to the store for her. And yall...I'm not talking regular food. I'm talking RESTAURANT looking food. It's always so pretty you almost don't want to dig in...oh but you do. Like...she be inviting people over for dinner and I GET MAD! I'm like...WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FOR THEM!!!!!!!!! I WAS PLANNING ON HAVING SOME FOR LUNCH TOMORROW HELL!
SIP: Just evil. But for good cause.
Since she's gotten serious about honing her skills, she decided to start a Facebook fan page and a blog. The blog is going to have tutorials and all sorts of fabulousness. I'm sitting here now after just finishing checking it all out this morning and man...I'm about to burst the buttons on this henley I'm wearing I'm so darn proud.
When you see your people living their dreams out loud...you're supposed to raise 'em up...waaaaaaaaaay up. You're supposed to dig in and let them know, without a shadow of doubt, that you believe in them and want what they want for them.
You show up and show out.
Please visit her social media links and add her if you don't mind helping her out as she's super new to the online world and needs to get her weight up quickly so the producers on the show can see that she's somebody people 'LIKE' and, quite honestly...if you knew her...you'd love her as much as I do.
I'm proud of you Mama Biscuit! So very, very proud! You know I'll be there rooting you on the entire way! Relax, relate, release! You got this!
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lesleyrileymamabiscuit
Twitter: https://twitter.com/mama_biscuit
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJkoP8x2THKy3eF8iwzYFNQ
Don't forget to send her some good wishes! Auditions are this week!!!!! SO EXCITING!
Well? Did yall watch? What did you think? Did Shonda deliver?
My opinion?
You ready?
I watched "Black-ish" last night along with a whole host of other people it seems:
I have been looking forward to the show since I first heard about it because hey...it was going to be on ABC and they have been known, recently, to have good family sitcoms on lock. I love me some Tracee Ellis Ross, although, she's mostly always Joan Clayton to me. (Because I am dumb. I know, I know but Joan was AWESOME.SAUCE!) I understood the need for a television show with the premise and I just KNEW it would be done smartly. I was banking on the "Modern Family" audience to watch the show and hoped that smart writing would start bridging some of the divisiveness we still, amazingly, find so prominently in the world we live in.
Take me for instance. I'm probably not going to be your best "first Black friend." I can be rude with it and will often remind you how ridiculous it is that you never had a Black friend before you met me. I mean hey...I'm FABULOUS but I don't have the lock on being a FABULOUS Black woman. We're all over. Now...once I break that down to you we are probably going to be amazing friends and you'll probably be enlightened to just how similar we are even though we have different skin colors.
Take "The Cosby Show." See...that show worked so well because well...they were simply a family doing regularly family living that just happened to be a Black family. Things our families found important made their way into the show without there being a big azz sign pointing out things we, as Black people deal with and consider important that non-Blacks don't deal with.
It just worked, you know? I remember when Dr. Huxtable was talking about charities once and he said that he had 4 kids in college making them have their own Negro College Fund. LOL! That cracked me up. I remember the episode when it was shared that they had to work twice as hard and we all understood where it went. It was subtle but I think everyone got it and when Mrs. Huxtable went ANGRY BLACK MAMA on Vanessa that time when she had BIG FUN...oh yeah...we identified with that across the board.
But I digress.
I had some pretty strong feelings about the show last night while watching it and I've been thinking about it ever since. I understand the job of a pilot and hope to make one myself one day. It is to grab the attention of the audience and not let it go. Because of this, pilots tend to be chock full of shocker one-liners, etc. This pilot was no different so maybe, hopefully, the pilot was just that and the continuing series will be what we all hoped it would be. I long for a family who looks like me on primetime television, (SIP: Um...you know half our household is White right? Me: Say bruh...you know what I mean hell.) and I had high hopes for this one which was positioned just right for success. I grew weary of watching Black people stereotype being Black. I was perplexed as to how that child didn't know President Obama was the first Black president. I rolled my eyes clean up out my head at that severance worthy presentation and when Tracee said "If I'm not Black then someone needs to tell my hair and my azz..." lawd...I poured another half glass of wine cuz it was too late to pour another whole glass.
And this scene?
KILL.ME.NOW.
(But that skirt Tracee has on though? YES.PLEASE! GIMME!)
All that said, I am looking forward to the next episode in hopes that I won't be disappointed. I refuse to watch it just because they are Black. I'm too old for that. It has to be good too.
I'm not the audience for reality shows and it seems that's the only place we see Black people these days on television and they are something special I'm told. I was at a framily's house the other night and "Love and Hip Hop" was on in the background. I heard someone say something about "I know he ain't my man but..." and I asked them not-so-kindly to turn that shit off until I left please and thank you. I mean REALLY.
So...what did YOU think? Be honest. Did you enjoy it? Will you watch again?
I am blessed that I have three best friends, lots of great friends and a whole host of really, really good friends. I have friends from waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in elementary school and people who's spirits I've fallen in love with instantly in more recent years.
But I only have one best girlfriend. She knows the majority of my secrets and she knows when I'm dealing with something even though she knows that I'm not ready to talk about what I'm dealing with. She waits patiently and she always knows exactly what to do and say. You guys know her and you also know that we love as hard as we fight. LOL! Thankfully we haven't had a major blowout in years and we both think we've reached the point of no return as far as our blowups are concerned. I doubt if we ever have another one cause we're older.wiser.gentler and more framily-er. Oh...and we have Cole. LOL!
Since she knows me so well she always gives me the absolute best-est gifts. I love a long robe and it's very seldom I find a robe long to the floor on me and when I do I buy it because, again, I love a long to the floor robe. All of the ones I currently own are for mild weather up North and that's about to change so she searched for a Summer weight one for me:
Isn't that MARVELOUS????????????????? GO ME! GO SHELLYBEAN!!!!!!!!! IT'S ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!!!
And the best thing about it?
Oh yeah...the monogram! Yall know I love a Mingogram. LOL!
Thank you again. I love you and I know you love me. You're my favorite. :)
Do you have a robe that hits the floor? How tall are you? Where did you get it? Aren't they FABULOUS?
If you know me truly, you know that my favorite person on Earth is my husband. He's down South heading up a program currently and I haven't seen him since mid-August but the days are counting down until I see his face again. Until I'm wrapped in his arms again and my cheek rests on his shoulder. Until I wake every morning to a kiss from him and his knowing and thoughtful perusal which always seems to capture what I'm feeling and what I'm thinking.
I don't know if absence has made our hearts more fonder because we love each other and are in love with each other, but I do know that absence has made us know that we're truly the other's touchstone. I'm not even me without him. Nobody knows me as well as he does and nobody knows how to put me back together when something triggers me into memories that threaten to pull me apart yet again.
I have the type of personality that everyone looks to when they need something. If I'm out and about with people I tend to be the one who finalizes decisions or helps everyone make a decision. My framily, family and friends call me when they are attempting to figure out the major things in their life and I always consider their situation thoughtfully before I offer my opinion. People count on me to have answers or to know where they can find the answers. They count on me to provide a safe landing for them when they are overwhelmed or need a hug or need to sit quiet or simply to have a good meal and share a bottle of wine listening to good music.
And I am able to provide that because my husband constantly provides that for me. That love, unconditional support and loving kick in the pants when I need it.
I was talking to a framily member the other day and we were talking about marriage. He said that whenever he tells people about the best husbands he knows, the ones he looks up to, Robby is one of the two he would love to one day be like. He shared how we were all somewhere doing something once and that I was all the way across the room in a stressful situation and that it was like I FELT that Robby had arrived. He said he looked up at me and my face broke out into the most joyous expression as I rushed over to meet Robby as he was rushing over to meet me. He said he watched how we hugged each other and he knew that none of the chaos in the room was there anymore for either of us and that it was clear that each other was all we needed. He then said that's what he wanted. A woman who looked at him that way and that he felt the same about.
I didn't know what to say other than I prayed that he found that one day and I was struck by how he'd put into words exactly what I'm always feeling about my husband. He is so prominent in my entire being and the world doesn't quite work the same without my being able to see his face and touch him. I'm not the type of woman who can be without her man for long. I'm built for partnership. I'm built to love and be loved. I'm built to take care of my loved one. I'm a simple, simple woman when it comes to what I need. It's him. Always will be. Just him. I can function without him but I'm not LIVING.
It's been a rough week on my spirit. I ran across my family photo albums from when I was growing up and I flipped through them and got deep down into myself and The Robinator wasn't here to make it all better. He tries over the phone and over Skype...but you and I both know they are poor substitutions for the real thing.
The countdown to seeing my FAVORITE face is near. October 9th is right around the corner. I can't wait.
Stats:Name: Adrian Peterson
Age: 29
Kids: 7
Married: Yes (One child with his wife. Been with his wife since high school. Just married her this summer.)
I'm a child of abuse. Because of this, I think I'm very conscious of the difference between spankings and beatings (ABUSE).
Adrian Peterson is too.
When I see children being spanked by my framily, it's done very controlled. The child knew what was going to happen and why. It was spelled out. The child was told that they were getting x amount of swats to the behind and the swats were counted down. 5 swats?
SWAT!
One.
Calm down...you have 4 more to go.
No windmilling. No belt grabbing. No being drug through the house. Hold on to the bed post and clench your butt.
The person delivering the punishment is not angry normally because they know that anger can quickly make things get out of hand. That same anger that fueled them to put the boontoon down needs to be calmed down and rationalized before the child is disciplined via corporal punishment. ESPECIALLY if the child is little.
And probably never when the child was only 4. Because normally all a 4 year old needs is a pop to the hand.
I have probably issued spankings to children I love and whose parents trust me to spank their child no more than a handful of times. If that. And I know for sure that you can't react when you're angry because, again...that could get out of hand real quick like. #FurnitureMoving
I believe there are circumstances by which you might need to show up and show out. When and if teenagers buck up to you that first time...I believe you need to deal with that then in whatever manner it's brought to you. You do it once and well and you'll never have to do it again. IN MY OPINION. I've had a teenager test me directly ONCE and only once.
But when they're 4?
Nah. Pop to the hand is all that is needed. Pop to the hand and an explanation of why you're disappointed in their behavior. Some down time and redirection. Oh...and checking yourself to see what, if anything, you may have missed that is causing them to continue to act out.
The most disturbing thing to me about Adrian Peterson is that he's already lost a child to child abuse so he knows the extreme of how that can go wrong real quick with anger as a factor. I mean hey...even though he'd never met that poor baby, he received such a public pouring of sympathy for his loss, one would think that would have changed something in this thought process as it relates to spankings and beatings (ABUSE).
And how smart can you be if you're going to put marks on a child that you're sending back to their mother BEFORE the marks are gone? Dude...you were asking for it. And dude...HE WAS FLIPPING 4!!!!!!!!
Now as to the media reports that he beat the child with a branch...I guess you can call it that. It branched off of a tree but it was a switch. I've had that done before. I've also had it done when I was naked and fresh out of the shower wet. Stings better. ABUSE.
I know child abuse firsthand. When you know better...you should do better. That excuse that you were beat and you turned out right is a fallacy. You didn't turn out right if you think that the abuse you suffered is okay to pass along. Sometimes cultural norms can be pretty fucked up practices we ignore all in the name of "MIND YA BUSINESS."
I didn't turn out right. I turned out some brand of fugged up that I had to work hard at putting back together right. Just think of what I could have accomplished if I hadn't had to put so much work into making sure I ended up right.
#TruthDotCom
What are YOUR thoughts on spanking/beating with a switch on a 4 year old? Discipline or child abuse?
The other day I was in Home Depot.
Again.
I was trying to decide on a paint color. Directly across from the paint section was the customer service section. I wasn't paying them any mind because again...I was in the paint section. The noise, however, from the customer service section was loud. I looked over and noticed that all of the employees over there were laughing and having a good old time. There were two people in line over there and one of the cashiers was doing whatever they had to do for a customer but participating in the back and forth laughter and loud talking.
They got particularly loud and a man I couldn't see said to them, "Guys, settle down now."
They got quieter for a minute or so and then...they picked right back on up laughing like they were kicking it at home straight chilling over loud music.
My face was all twisted up because of the noise and I gave my paint color to the paint guy and waited for my paint. Then...the whole crowd BURST.OUT.LAUGHING so loud and one of the employees took off running while laughing down the length of the store.
SIP: This is fugging ridiculous.
Ages 42 and 60. Thoughts?
Our office used have two hanging Elfa desk systems on opposite walls. The Robinator took them down and well...there were a lot of holes left in the wall from the installation. It looked like crap. Getting the house ready for other people to live in looked like it was going to be a chore.
I bought some DryDex Spackling
I'm VERY proud of myself! Have you ever patched up and painted walls properly?
I was having a conversation with someone recently and they shared they are in a relationship that isn't traditional. They constantly repeated that they were happy. The nature of the relationship/s made me cringe but hey...not my circus...not my monkeys. Stay away from my damn husband and we won't end up on an episode of "Snapped."
I thought about it afterwards and wondered...why do we automatically assume that someone isn't happy if they are doing something we'd never do because we feel it is super wrong?
Take dating someone married for instance. Now...yall know how I feel about that. If folks are married...leave married folks the hell alone. Married folks...if you're married...stay your azz out other folks' faces kee-keeing and shoe-shooing. HOWEVER...I've heard a lot of people say they are happy in their relationship with a married person. I know one person in particular who, upon learning that people who love them disapprove of their relationship, go all out to state that as long as she is happy why should anyone else care? And hey...I guess she's right.
Right?
What about the woman who is about to marry a guy in jail? She obviously loves him right? Why can't we be happy for her? Why would we sit there with our lips perched waiting on someone to ask our opinion?
So are there limits about caring for another person or friend? Can you want them to be happy but only as YOU'D wish to be happy? Can you wish that they are healthy without focusing on their spiritual health too? Can you understand that even though you know it's DEAD.DAMN.WRONG to be sleeping with a man or woman who is CLEARLY married...that you can still want that person to be happy even if you don't personally condone their relationship?
Or...does caring about another person mean that you automatically want better for them so you're well within your boundaries to express disappointment in their choice? Sure...it won't mean a thing will change but I'm not going to sit here and let you think I condone this crap.
Holla.
So...your man wants to be a hipster for a day. You good?
My brother asked me a question this morning. I thought maybe you might be curious too.
First things first. All of those are the same thing. Whether it be IS, ISIL or ISIS...it's the same group. Cool? Cool.
For the purposes of this post...I'm going to say ISIS because that's what I refer to them as when I talk about them.
Now...where did they come from? Remember the big, bad al-Qaeda? Well...same people. Kinda. What was left of them joined up with these folks and other Sunni insurgent groups. They started wrecking havoc on all sorts of stuff and went too far and then hit a backlash from Muslims. They laid low-key for a minute and then came back with a vengeance. To ensure that the Muslims who were against them learned to not question them...they became horrifically violent and started off taking over small pockets of areas by rolling in, doing some horrific stuff to the stronger residents of the area and getting everyone to tow the line out of fear. Because of how dirty they got down...the actual organization of al-Qaeda backed up off them earlier this year and was like...um...we good over here. Yall doing too much. Yes...you read that correctly. al-Qaeda was like...um...no. That's too far. They broke all ties with them.
We can't play with yall no mo'.
Let that sink in.
ISIS proclaimed their group as a caliphate which means that their leader is a successor of Muhammad and that they have power over and therefore should control all Muslims. Well...obviously all Muslims do NOT agree.
Now...there is some controversy surrounding how ISIS got started because the people in the Middle East who don't want to have anything to do with them say that ISIS was started right here in the United States. Iran says they have proof that we created the group. Iran says when we realized we were losing big time in Iraq, we created them so Iran didn't take advantage of the weak Iraqi government. They haven't released said proof yet but hey...we all know we've given our big cousin from the other neighborhood a $20 and a stick to handle some playground ish before. That's how things get handled if the law and the people in power seem to be helpless in the situation. Well...we're going to handle it our way.
I mean...everybody knows that we funded the Mujahedeen in Afghanistan during the Reagan administration. Well, they became "uncontrollable" and turned into al-Qaeda using our weapons and weapons we paid for. We also supplied weapons to the Iraqi army and guess who took that? Yup...ISIS. They balling outta control swinging M16's around riding on our tanks and whatnot terrorizing people.
So, this problem didn't just start in February. This is an ongoing threat that keeps morphing in size, power and leadership. President Obama didn't create it but I'm sure he feels something has to be done because ISIS is getting bigger, badder and more deadly.
How do they get their money? Black market oil dealings. They steal oil from refineries after they seize the refinery and sell the oil to anybody with money. And they are undercutting everyone and still getting paid big time. Then? They pay their people a salary. YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! And, if the person gets killed or captured? Their family still gets paid their salary. Now that's one heck of a deadly union-pension plan. They pay their rent, bonuses for performance. All of that.
They also seized a chemical weapons plant in Iraq that has folks feeling some kinda way and is why the UN is like...hey...we need to handle this swiftly. And they're right.
ISIS needs to be stopped but I'm confused as to how they are going to be stopped with the current plan. I guess we just wait and see. The biggest fear to me is that many members of ISIS have United States passports. This means they do not have to apply for a Visa to get permission to come here. All they have to do is buy a ticket and get on a plane. Imma need them to be identified and not allowed back in the country and...I hope they are identifying those here who are members of ISIS too and deal with them. How should they be dealt with you ask? I don't know...and I'm happy I'm not in charge of figuring that out.
Okay...just wanted to clear up that all those group names are the same and that they didn't just crop up out of nowhere.
Um...if you're new to my writing, I write like I speak so my apologies in advance. LOL!
I've had a lot of calls for my birthday of people wishing me well and it's been wonderful catching up with people I don't get a chance to talk to often since I'm truly not a phone person. The other day I caught up with a friend who has a heart of gold. Always has...always will. A couple of years ago I had a come to Jesus with her about how much she gives to people in her family who are constantly in need. She was depressed and stuck in a rut and when she called I was packing to go somewhere. She said something along the lines of...I wish I could go on a trip and I was like...well...um...why can't you?
On Saturday, Shelly and I had an early dinner at one of my FAVORITE restaurants, Black Market Bistro. We went early since we'd skipped lunch and the night was still young so we decided to go catch an indie film. When we arrived at the theater, there weren't any good seats available so we purchased tickets to go see the next show at 9:30. Um...it was 6:50. LOL! Fortunately we were in Bethesda so we decided to walk around and shop and then find a place to have a drink and maybe some dessert.
While heading to Lululemon, we passed this place and stopped: Make Meaning
There was a flyer stating Saturday's were adult crafting nights from 7:00pm - 9:00pm and we could paint some pottery for $30 for both of us. SIGN US UP!
There was a selection you could choose from and, of course, we both choose doggie bowls for our super spoiled pooches.
I'm certain no one is surprised that I had a wonderful birthday weekend since we all know I love doing what I want to do. I got great gifts, saw amazing friends, ate good food, and was the recipient of more than a few surprises. It was AWESOME.SAUCE!!!!!!
I hope, more than anything, that if you ran into me during a rut in your life looking for new stuff to do...you learn that you need to do whatever you can do to be happy and celebrate living life out loud. We have only this one life to live and this time next year I will be the same age my mommy was when she died. I hope I'm making her proud by how I live life. I hope she's smiling thinking..."That child of mine knows she knows how to enjoy herself." LOL! That would make me feel just perfect!
One of the things we can't do as we age is ignore our changing bodies. Our skin gets less taunt as we age and can appear to be darker in areas like our knees and elbows where there is extra skin.
To keep on top of this I do a bit of a scrub a few times a month that I will probably do more often as I age. I cut a lemon in half and then press it into some sea salt on a saucer. I then scrub my elbows and knees with it adding more salt as needed. I also hit my ankles.
When I get out of the tub I moisturize while my skin is still damp to the touch and every night I put Aquaphor on all the normally rough feeling spots before bed.
We simply must keep our stride stank. Can't let these young girls think they got us beat. LOL!
What do YOU do for your knees and elbows?
I heard this guy on NPR a couple of weeks ago and was fascinated by his story. I think I'm going to read this book. Hyper: A Personal History of ADHD
Book Description
Publication Date: September 2, 2014
The first book of its kind, this compelling and moving memoir about what it’s like to be a child with ADHD also explains the history of the diagnosis and how we have come to medicate more than four million children today.
Among the first generation of boys prescribed medication for hyperactivity in the 1980s, Timothy Denevi took Ritalin at the age of six, and during the first week, it triggered a psychotic reaction. Doctors recommended behavior therapy, then antidepressants. Nothing worked. As Timothy’s parents and doctors sought to treat his behavior, he was subjected to a liquid diet, a sleep-deprived EEG, and bizarre behavioral assessments before finding help in therapy combined with medication. In Hyper, Timothy describes how he makes his way through school, knowing he is a problem for those who love him, longing to be able to be good and fit in, hanging out with boys who have similar symptoms but meet different ends, and finally realizing he has to come to grips with his disorder before his life spins out of control.
Skillfully and seamlessly using his own experience as a springboard, Denevi also reveals the origins of ADHD, from the late nineteenth century when hyperactivity was attributed to defective moral conscience, demons, or head trauma, through the twentieth century when food additives, bad parenting, and even government conspiracies were blamed, to the most recent genetic research. He traces drug treatment from Benzedrine in 1937 through the common usage of the stupefying chlorpromazine and brand new Ritalin in the 1950s to the use of antidepressants in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s.
Riveting, thought-provoking, and deeply intelligent, this is a remarkable book both for its sensitive portrait of a child’s experience as well as for its ability to illuminate a remarkably complex and controversial mental condition. Rick Lavoie, author of It’s So Much Work to Be Your Friend, says Hyper is “a significant and singular contribution to our field.”
What color is the room you're sitting in right now?
Would you do this?
Happy birthday to me! I hope you enjoy today as much as I'm going to! Off to pick out a tiara!
A debate is ongoing about whether or not providing home cooked meals for your family is worth it.
I generally cook every night but I don't have the demands that mothers generally have day-to-day so I don't really know. My mother cooked every night but back then...there weren't many other options.
What do YOU think? Is it worth it in your opinion?
I'm always astonished by how much my family looks alike. You can pick us out anywhere. Does your family look alike too?
In the summer of 1938, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the Fair Labor Standards Act. The act didn't give people much mind you...a minimum wage of .25 cents per hour and a 44 hour work week would be considered full-time, oh, and it abolished child labor.
Even though this wasn't much, people with money fought against it tooth and nail. In one of the President's fireside chats he said, "Do not let any calamity-howling executive with an income of $1,000 a day, tell you that a wage of $11 a week is going to have a disastrous effect on all American industry."
Sound familiar?
I'm not trying to give you a history lesson here because I'm sure you know about all of this or, I'm sure you learned it in school even if you've forgotten the specifics. I know I learned it in school and promptly forgot the details once I'd answered the questions on my final exam.
You know...cuz that's how we generally roll.
On Labor Day, you always hear about the Fair Labor Standards Act and how it was the catalyst for the fair labor laws we have today. As these things go...I generally read something that leads me to something else and something else, yada, yada. And, as these things go...I realize why my father was so damn militant about what they were teaching me at school. See...it normally went something like this:
Dad: Oh...you're learning about the FLSA huh? Well...did they tell you how that only benefited White people?
Me: Um...they didn't really go into it like that I guess.
Dad: Of course not. Because they need folks to always feel like they're the blame for their own shit. Man...them White folks sliced and diced that act up so that they didn't have to pay Black people more. See...Black people mostly worked in the fields or doing domestic work back then cuz that's all they'd let them do. Well...even though they agreed that people couldn't live off what they were paying them...they still found a way to give the White people more and keep the Black people down. They said that if you worked in the fields or cleaned people's homes...you didn't qualify. And the unions? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit...they didn't let Black folks join so the unions ain't help with shit. You got these White guys who didn't have education now making double what they were making and the Black guys? Same amount of nothing they always parceled out. I bet they didn't teach you that up at that school did they?
And then...after dropping his bit of depressing as hell knowledge which showed why he had such a disdain for the people in power...he'd roll off to let you ponder your place in the world. Or...for a better description...the place in the world you have to fight to get to since it's all set up against you.
My dear old militant daddy. LOL!
I hope by now yall know I'm not a race baiter. I don't excuse things that people do just because they are Black. I'm hard on myself and I'm hard on MY people. I want us to do well in life. But I'll be damned if digging around deeper into the history of stuff just really takes a toll on you from time-to-time. It's like...Black people have always been set up to do the bare minimum of what White people would have the opportunity to do. And...to this day, most White people won't even acknowledge these types of systematic racial prejudices across the board. I mean...if people had more money...they'd have more options. If they'd had more money, they'd have been able to send more of their children to college. If they'd have had more money, they'd have been better able to become homeowners. If they'd have had more money, they'd have been better able to maintain their homes and neighborhoods. If they'd have had more money, they would not have had to find cheap ways to forget that they didn't have more money/options/opportunity/experiences.
Same shit...different day.
If only they'd had more money.
Good morning. How was your Labor Day weekend? Did you go to a cookout?
SIP: How in the hell are you going to drop all that there and then ask somebody if they had barbeque?
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