Y’all remember that song from TLC?
Yeah, well the racism dressed up as science posted to Psychology Today yesterday had me humming that song all damned day.
Black women’s wombs are dangerous.
So, over the weekend I meant to mow the front lawn but I didn’t get to it.
Black women should barter their wombs for marriage.
I did, however, go to my brother’s open house on Friday. It was great and a really nice way to end the week!
Black women need to stop dropping babies like rabbits.
I had a good weekend, too. Caught up on some house-based cleaning and sorta-organized some paperwork.
Black women are money hungry whores.
I slept in…and Lawd, did I need to! I feel like the last two weeks have been a non-stop whirlwind of work!
Sara Baartman becomes the Hottentot Venus once more, naked on a platform beneath glaring lights…standing before a gawking crowd…on display for inspection.
Oh, and I really need to catch up on Facebook. Seriously, I have around 100 events I need to look at. I’m betting I missed most of them already.
Step right up and see BLACK WOMAN! Exhibited and studied and…wait for it…found lacking, failing, ugly, stupid, promiscuous, irresponsible, violent, irrational…an angry swirling mass of brown flesh unworthy of respect, rights, trust, employment, or life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
I should condition my hair this week. It’s been awhile.
Can I touch your hair? I’ve just got to pet you!
I need to finish the three articles I started last week. Gotta focus now that the Missouri State Legislative session is finally over!
Can you explain to me why you’re angry?
Hmmm, I should make an appointment with my doctor to check my blood pressure again. I think I was supposed to do that last month. Shit!
Defend yourself, girl! Why are your wombs so DANGEROUS?
Where did I put that freaking grocery list?
Speak! Oooh, why do they talk like that?
And I’m way over due for a trip to the Walgreens.
Dance! Ooooh, why do they dance like that?
How the hell did I fall so far behind on all my basic to-dos? The dawgs need their heartgard this morning.
Fuck. Oooh, I’ve always wanted to “try” a black girl!
Sigh. One of these days I’ll get caught up on life. LOL! Who am I kidding?
But hey, at least I managed to watch Freedom Riders on PBS last night! It was so worth it…the very definition of inspiring.
C-Money and I spent the night singing freedom songs and watching quality public television.
Throw us a tantrum, baby…and make it good.
And I really needed a Civil Rights night after reading that bullshit over at Psychology Today. I know they think they solved that public display of editorial misconduct by taking the post down, but that shit should have never made it online in the first place!
Look at them…look at them…look at those black women…just look at them!
Not that it being published was anything new…it feels like that kind of rancidity attacking black women is the status quo. And every time we point that shit out we’re told we’re too sensitive or are over-reacting or insecure.
Look at me.
Look at ME, damn it!
But they call it a struggle for a reason, right?
See me yet?
Respect me yet?
Time to get another day started, y’all!