No Wedding, No Womb

I was suppose to write this post about a month ago after a receiving an email from DMB. The email was a link from another blogger’s page urging fellow bloggers to touch on the subject of refraining from having children out of wedlock. When checking this email I immediately wanted to participate in the movement because I strongly believe in it. I was recently having a conversation about it and agreeing that this is the route I wish to take in the future rather than being apart of a statistic of unwed mothers, single or not.

For my own reasons, I refuse to have a child without having a supportive husband. I have no sob story to tell that supports my decision and I’m far from being a feminist with strong, obnoxious views. I have just seen too many young girls, which could have easily been me, have babies with vanishing baby fathers.

This subject of single, young mothers does not have any prejudices against any race. However, I am certain that my race leads by far. I believe it’s from a history that is so embedded in Black women that it is too late to expunge now. But, I do believe that the education of the No Wedding, No Womb movement can help women everywhere stop the epidemic in its tracks.

For more information visit: http://www.beyondblackwhite.com/nwnw/

Too Much Tuesday

So I woke up at 7 o’clock Tuesday morning to join the Immigrated-Babysitters Association (there’s no such thing btw). No offense to anyone in America from another country that chooses to baby-sit a little monster, but I never thought I’d be the one walking around with a little white girl by my side.

Times when I’ve seen West Indian or Filipino or whatever ethnicity other than white pushing a stroller or holding hands with a white child, I automatically think that that child is a spoiled little brat who runs over the sitter because she’s too scared to say no to the kid. Luckily, the child I had isn’t too bad. But hopefully, I get a job quickly so I won’t make a career out of this and end up with a kid whose parent’s buys him guns. Monique knows what I’m talking about.

After baby-sitting, I met up with Donelle. Sidebar: I need new friends because she’s all over my blog. But let me just tell you a joke. We met at 14th Street and I tell her that we should walk to 42nd Street and she asks if it’s far (you should be laughing right now). Anyway, on the way to 42nd Street, I see the shoes of my life. If any of you really know me, you know that I have four buckets of shoes which can’t even close and doesn’t even include boots. So back to the shoes: Jeffrey Campbell’s Tick. They’re wedged booties with a peep toe and thumbtacks in the wedge. HAWT!!!

So finally after some Jamba Juice, cute shoes, and walking through a maze of tourists in Times Square, we got to 42nd Street and picked up our TKTS to see the play Race. I can’t even begin to speak on the play. Maybe in another posting but in the mean time, google it! But I do wish to hear what you guys think about racism.

Can you have a true conversation about racism with a white person assuming you’re black (and vice versa)?
Is everything Black & White?
How do you respond to undercover racism?

We’ll talk about this later.