Who are you finna tryyyyyyyy?? I bet iy ain’t me OOOOHHHHH LAWD IT AINT ME CAPS CAPS CAPS
— The Poet Laureate of our generation Nathaniel Tannenbaum (via thedevonendeavor)
What I want to talk about is how emotional outbursts typically more associated with men (shouting, expressing anger openly) are given a pass in public discourse in a way that emotional outbursts typically more associated with women (crying, “getting upset”) are stigmatized. I wish to dispel the notion that women are “more emotional.” I don’t think we are. I think that the emotions women stereotypically express are what men call “emotions,” and the emotions that men typically express are somehow considered by men to be something else. This is incorrect. Anger? EMOTION. Hate? EMOTION. Resorting to violence? EMOTIONAL OUTBURST. An irrational need to be correct when all the evidence is against you? Pretty sure that’s an emotion. Resorting to shouting really loudly when you don’t like the other person’s point of view? That’s called “being too emotional to engage in a rational discussion.” Not only do I think men are at least as emotional as women, I think that these stereotypically male emotions are more damaging to rational dialogue than are stereotypically female emotions. A hurt, crying person can still listen, think, and speak. A shouting, angry person? That person is crapping all over meaningful discourse.
THIS! And this is why I think it is so important to reject the false binary of “logic vs. emotion.” We are taught to believe that what men think/feel/do = “not emotion” and what women think/feel/do “is emotion,” where “emotional” is a pejorative against women.
Wait for the guy that pursues you. The one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical. The kind of guy that brings out the best of you and makes you wanna be a better person. Wait for a guy that will be your best friend. Who will drop everything to be with you at any time. No matter what the circumstances. Wait for the guy who makes you smile like no one else. And when he smiles you know he needs you. Wait for the guy that wants to show you off to the world when you’re in sweats and have no make up on, but loves it when you get all dolled up for him. And most of all, wait for the guy that will put you in the center of his universe because that’s where you belong.
— thelovenotebook (via thelovenotebook)
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
— Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
We as Black people have to tell our own stories. We have to document our history. When we allow someone else to document our history the history becomes twisted and we get written out. We get our noses blown off.
— Erykah Badu, The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975. (via ovarycool)
I cannot fight for men who will not fight for me.
I absolutely, 100% disagree with this woman. Like, I’m BAFFLED that a black woman wrote this and published it.
We either aid each other in progressing forward as a black people, a black family, or we stand back and watch a house divided fall.
I just…..can’t fully process my sadness in writing this post. She makes excellent points about the hurt and abuse of the black woman, but I don’t understand what it has to do with not honoring a life taken and the injustice that still exist AGAINST our own people.
More later, when I’m able to fully grasp the enormity of my horror.
Although I do see where you may disagree with the writer, I have to say that I see many areas where I do agree with her, as one commentator said: “This post is dealing with a hard truth. You will not find that the majority will agree. She is not dismissing the tragedy of Black men, because that would be damn near insane, but what she is saying is that our brothers are not wielding the same kind of energy that we do when they are victims of injustice. Come on, look at Renisha McBride! I myself, a Black woman, can not spit names of Black women who have been victimized by white supremacy. You know why, because it rarely takes center stage.”
That being said, yesterday my 10 year old sister (who looks older for her age— some people even think she’s older than me) and I were going to play basketball. I was on my cell but I kept hearing someone saying hello and I looked up and saw this guy— probably in her 30s aggressively trying to talk to her. I cursed him out so bad and told him her age and he didn’t care. Sorry but not sorry, they (at least some and the internet will have you think the majority) don’t really care about us (ironically in my MJ voice).
I feel you and I hear that, but.
So that means we should step back?
So the distance and space between increases?
If that’s the solution for some, hey. By all means.
I just couldn’t sleep at night.