For a certain Alexandra of Toronto, who asked so nicely whether this bitch is concerned with the title of my blog given the recent war on the word “bitch” being waged in certain circles.
I don’t give a hot shit what Isaiah Thomas says about the use of the word “bitch”.
Years ago I took notice of the kind of black woman being called an angry black bitch. They were often independent, powerful, incapable of bullshit, proud, defiant, militant and without a submissive bone in their body women of color who were being called angry black bitches in an attempt to regulate their behavior and teach them how The Man likes his black women to behave.
“You’re acting like an angry black bitch” was code for…
Talk softly even when a normal person would raise their voice.
Keep your eyes downcast and your posture submissive because no one wants an uppity sister in the office.
Ingratiate yourself and put others at ease because “difficult” or “intimidating” black women don’t move up that corporate ladder.
The goal is for black women to be invisible…kind of like we are on the runways during Fashion Week.
If we are silent, submissive and genderless we become “unthreatening” and “safe” in the eyes of The Man.
But I began to realize that listening to the oppressor tell me what appropriate behavior should be is crazy as hell.
So no, I don’t feel that the title of my blog is inappropriate.
I look at the world today and know that this black bitch’s anger is appropriate as a motherfucker.
And I stopped fretting over whether my empowerment made other people uncomfortable years ago.
I don’t walk with my eyes cast downward.
I don’t talk softly.
I don’t care if I intimidate people.
I will not be invisible.
And this revolution will not be censored.
Viva la bitchitude...