Thursday, November 10, 2016

Elections 2016


Four years ago I sat on my couch crying because we elected President Obama for a second term; this year I sat on my couch- shocked, in disbelief, crying because we somehow elected Donald Trump to lead our country.

I'm struggling to formulate words and positive thoughts. I truly felt like I was in mourning today. I can't help but feel like once again it sucks to be a minority in this country although we did our part and voted:






I feel like racism and sexism won. This tweet pretty much summed up my night and my thoughts.

We're headed into unknown territory and it's fucking scary.

Will we be able to keep health insurance?

Should I stock up on birth control now?

Will Muslims really be forced to leave the country?

I want to say something positive like maybe it won't be that bad but I don't honestly feel that way. Maybe things will look brighter before January 20th. 

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

What is Masculinity?

My friend and I were talking about the Odell Beckham and Lena Durham situation (which is a whole different post) and my friends comment to me was something about why should Lena care if Odell paid any attention to him because he is clearly bi or gay. I didn't really comment but later on I thought - how do we know he is bi or gay? Is it because of a few silly videos or because he is more "flamboyant" than other males? 


It made me mad. 

Why do we (as a society) limit masculinity- in particular black masculinity? Why do we expect a man to look and behave a certain way? When  that man doesn't perform as society expects him to- we start to question his masculinity. He becomes different and unacceptable in our eyes. It really bothers that we don't allow our boys and men to have that space to discover who they are without wanting to put a label on them as different or gay. 

Another friend describes it as a very narrow small box of what is perceived as masculinity. We expect all our men to operate from that box. Have we considered that men maybe want to be free from that narrow small box?

We have conditioned men and women that anything outside of the box is weird. It starts young- boys don't cry. In particular Black boys need to be strong. They need to show no weakness; no emotion. In a recent discussion with a group of women the question was posed when is it acceptable for a man to cry. The answers were unsurprisingly minimal. Women aren't attracted to men who cry. It's seen as weak, unmasculine and unattractive.  

Yet women wonder why men don't know how to express their emotions....

I had a high school student who was often confused by everyone wanting to label him something he wasn't. He was very flamboyant by today's standards. He was obsessed with fashion and clothes. He was president of the fashion club on campus and he liked girls. The other students didn't understand him and wanted him to be gay because that fit the stereotype better than a straight man being into fashion. He left the school to go find students that understood him better. 

We need to expand our very narrow ideas of what defines masculinity. This new generation  has already taken their ideas of it and ran. We need to catch up. 

I think Stephen A. Crokett Jr. at The Root says it very well, "We can’t continue holding black men to the simplest, most barbaric, most archaic form of what being a man entails. If so, we will always be limited. We will always be expressionless, grunting sloths, and aren’t we more than that?..."



Tuesday, August 16, 2016

What Had Happened Was...

I'm not sure how summer has slipped away from me but it has.

I missed y'all! 

My computer crashed and was out of commission for over a month. I felt my whole aura crash with it. I missed writing- I hand wrote for a little bit- just like J.K. Rowling. It is wonderfully cathartic but I'm woefully out of practice. 

As soon as my computer was fixed it was time to get ready for a new school year. So I've been MIA. 

Another birthday- a big one- has come and gone. It is too easy to get sad about missed preconceived life milestones  Instead I focused on what makes me happy and being centered. It feels awesome. 

I accidentally took the summer off from the gym... but I'm getting back to it this week because it is part of the  "living my best life" theme I'm adopting this year (to borrow a line from Oprah). I want to be healthy and completely happy with the way I look on the outside.  

For the second half of 2016 I plan on charging forward and bravely reaching for my goals.




Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Embarrassing Teacher Moments

In honor of teacher appreciate week I thought I would share my (and my friends) most embarrassing teaching moments

Zipper down x 2 
* The first time my zipper was down in front of my student two girls in the front of class were just cracking up. They were weak with laughter. The rest of class was annoyed they interrupted my lesson. Finally one of the girls call me over and say your zipper is down. I had to act nonchalant but inside I was embarrassed. 

* The second time this happened was the other day. One of the same girls from above said,
"I have a secret" during my lecture. 
 okkkaayyyy. I say
"I have a secret." she says a little while later. Clearly this student needs my attention. 
What is the secret." I ask. I can't tell you it's a secret. 
So I finish the lecture and the student calls me over to her desk and says "The secret is your zipper is down." Yeah. Thanks.  
* That time my students made me laugh so hard I snorted. Then they started laughing at me. 

* The time(s) I tripped over my surge protector cords and almost face-planted in front of my whole class. 

*The (time(s) I mispronounce basic words (today was applicable) but nail the hard ones 

* That time I was mad because a student wasn't listening to me and it turns out I was calling him by the wrong name. 

Clothing x 2
* The time I was giving a lecture and stretched out my arm to point to something when my bra strap unhooked itself. 

*(happened to a friend) The time she ripped her pants in the thigh up to the crotch area. She had to put her sweater around her waist and go home to change. 

Farting x 3 
* I farted silently in class and blamed it on a student

* I had to fart soooo bad and as soon as the bell rang I let it go- only to have a student come in because he forgot something. I blamed one of his classmates. 

* (This happened to my friend) She farted in class and the students smelled it and demanded she open all the windows.

Have you ever had a embarrassing moment while at work?

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Bad News

I can't.....

 I won't.....

I'm done.....

I'm done with April 2016
I'm done with bad news

First I get news that rocked my soul. I'm still processing it all.  

then.....

Prince died....Prince! 

So for the rest of April, don't go bringing me no bad news.