Recklessly authentic.
That is apparently all we, women talk about. I was looking at the table of contents for this month's Today's Black Woman magazine (with my girl, Jennifer Hudson on the cover), and look what I found...So apparently, we have nothing else to discuss but men. Well, I disagree!! What about uhm...? And uhm....? Well, how about....? Hmmmm. Interesting. Oh, well. You can't say I never tried to defend womanhood. Hehehehe. Read More
All this time, I thought women were under so much pressure. Well, we are. We are under pressure to be skinny, wrinkle-free, spotless, and forever 21. Oh, let's not forget the pressure of having breasts that don't succumb to gravity, a booty that can hold a glass of water, a stomach as flat as an ironing board... you get the idea. But I was going through my spam folder (for my verastic email), just in case any good mail ended up there, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for men. My spam Read More
I read something the other day. Apparently a woman's fertility begins to significantly decline at age 27. 27?!?!?!?!?!?! As if it isn't bad enough that we are born with all the eggs we will ever, ever have in our lives (not to mention that we lose half of those eggs at birth)?? Now, I have to go and find out that our fertility potential begins to significantly decline at age 27. **insert very, very, VERY angry face**I am yet to get over my anger of not getting married at age 22. Ah, that Read More
A little old, Black man came to clean the windows today. He did a wonderful job. The windows are now sparkling clean. Any moment now, a bird might flight right into one of them - or at least, that is how it usually happens on TV.... like the Windex commercial. But then again, with my recent clumsiness, I might be the one to walk right into it.The little old man talked me to oblivion. I only heard about 15% of what he was saying. 50% of the time, I was not listening at all, and 35% of the Read More
It's over between us. Even though I have not officially broken up, I know it's over definitely over. I might be wrong, but no1 ever goes into a relationship and hopes for it to end. In my experience, the hope for it to end comes @ a later time - after the excitement and passion (which by the way are sometimes only a figment of one's imagination) has washed away and your eyes open up to the big mess you have put yourself in. It is @ that time that one begins to wish for the end of the Read More
