Blogging and tweeting are done for various reasons; at the core of those reasons, is the individual’s hearts desire. Whether it’s health, wealth, an end to bipartisanship, or just good old fashioned notoriety, you can get a little bit of everything in the blogosphere. Therefore, I’m hesitant to publicly criticize what individuals choose to express. Yes, quite often, I read things that make me cringe, or say, “This so-and-so must be missing hugs and attention today,” and things of that nature; but free speech rules the day, man. I can either log off, unfriend or unfollow. Frankly, there’s a whole rack of people who have fallen victim to my Facebook “hide” button.
My biggest issue, as of late, is the misconception that black women are standing on the side of the road with “Will Make Sandwiches for Love and/or Penis” signs. This phenomenon has brought “gurus” out of the wood work. Not only celebrities with a trail of failed marriages, and their folksy down home shenanigans, but “everyday unmarried girls” who are in the trenches and all too ready to weave their tales of battle. I’m basically tired of all of them for two reasons. Not only do they create this inflated list of requirements/accomplishments/instructions, but they seldom adhere to their own bullshit…because it’s bullshit. You’ve got:
The Angry, Manless Trenches
The trenches where, a man had-better-be-coming-100%-correct-because-I-work-too-hard-for-all-the-sh*t-I-got-for-some-m********a-to-come-in-and-ruin-my-good-credit-and-piss-on-my-toilet-seat-to-just-to-say-I-got-some-less-than-stellar-dick. Of course, this chick made all the wrong decisions in her youth, so has now gone to the other extreme. In some cases, she’s secretly (or not so secretly) hoping for a white man to Calgon her life. She creates this obscenely detailed list of must-haves for potential suitors, and you can almost see her mentally checking off whether or not homie fits the bill when she does go on dates.
She doesn’t do that stuff man. Not where it counts. Sure, she has her moments of you go girl empowerment where some cats are easily dismissed for not fitting the bill. But I can assure you, these dudes are invariably lacking something that is material or tangible. He fits the bill but his clothes are only so-so and he has an old car. Or he’s unattractive and maybe spits when he talks. The moment she meets a dude that can spit some slick stuff at her, and is throwing down in the bedroom (because that three month rule is just some stuff she saves for her blog) she’s sold. She’s move him into her mama’s crib if necessary.
The Sex Kitten Trenches
A.K.A. the “How to Please Your Man By Some Lady” (c. Dave Chappelle) Diaries. This is the chick that will detail how she has fucked and sucked her way into the hearts of men by knowing how to please. What dating drought? Her chest of drawers are filled with lingerie and condoms. Her fridge is stocked with beer and an impressive selection of post coitus deli meat. The idea of any man having dry balls –anytime, ever – is cause for her to go on an earth shattering tirade. Mother Nature coming to call doesn’t stop the party. She’s more than willing to advertise her fellatio skills, and she’s got at LEAST one thirsty commenter per post asking “Why aren’t all women like you?!” Samantha Jones would have to have a B-12 drip and three daily ginseng injections to keep up with this chick.
Remember Lili von Schtupp?*
Women are not men. Period. We have different motivations, and different makeups. This is not to say that women do not have healthy sexual appetites and automatically devolve into sexless librarians. However, being the Non Stop Cooch Shop runs will run you down, no matter who you are. Kim Catrall was just a pretend skank (I know nothing of her every day life), and she looks rode hard and put up wet. Additionally, even in the cases where this type of behavior yields a relationship, it’s often tenuous and drama filled.
The Bunned Up And Still Pissed Trenches
THIS bitch. She was every woman, then she met a guy who was spitting her type of hype and she dug it. There’s nothing wrong with that. But these men are still out of pocket, and she has to be down for the cause. Her boyfriend is annoying, and she constantly reps on how she had to train-him-so-that-he-could-be-prepared-spiritually-mentally-physically-financially-emotionally-makeupwordially-for-a-strong-black-sister-because-I-don’t-play-that-shit. Her profile pic will either be: Alone and strong sisterish; visibly annoyed with him while he’s doing something stupid in the background.
Her desire to not appear like a hypocrite, or at a minimum admit that her past views were somewhat unbalanced, has outweighed her desire for a healthy relationship. She’s either lying, or has spent so much time railing against men, even if she has a good one, she’s not quite sure what to do with him, so she’s driving homie away. Ultimately, she’s getting in her own way, unless she has a real sucker dude.
Those women are all caricatures of some adopted standard of womanhood. They’re only offering what they want the public to believe. It makes for good readership. In truth, women want healthy relationships. Even the “I’m-at-the-point-where-I-don’t-need-a-man-thank-you-Jesus” set is only rejecting the drama that seems to be part and parcel with the current state of relationships. And there’s nothing wrong with saying that. Most normal women, when you really get to the core of things, will admit that the “crisis” faced by black women in the dating world is overblown.
I know of several women in loving relationships with partners to whom a government wedding is just an unnecessary hoop to them. I know happy black lesbians who, due to politics, can not legally marry. I know personally eight black women who have gotten married within the last year. I, though currently single, was married once before, so I don’t even fit in the “black woman never married” mold.
There are tons of us out here, so let’s do something crazy. Let’s admit that as a whole, we’ve never been objectively represented in the media. Acquiesce to the fact that there is more likely than not, an ulterior motive behind a sudden concern with black womanhood. Free yourself to define your own existence by who you meet and what you do and abandon the statistical mind fuck.
Yeah. That would be cool.