On Income Inequality : Pay Me What You Owe Me

Determining what you are worth is not always an easy task. Unless we are business owners we are typically not taught to negotiate pay, to just accept what we are offered and be happy.Most of us feel that it is not our place especially if we are not coming with a hundred credentials and a big family name. It’s hard to say no to a job when you have bills. It is a very defeating feeling knowing you don’t have much control over your life in that area.

Of course there are many things we can do to get above water and many of us struggle to get to the next level, like the young woman in this video. She makes $7.50 and hour at McDonalds, a multi-billion dollar company, yet her time, her effort, her sweat is only worth $7.50 an hour to live. We the taxpayer pick up a portion. Hopefully she goes to school, puts herself in a better position, and make her life a little less stressful but there will always be someone behind her working at McDonalds or a grocery store who need their job to live.

There is a fight about income inequality in the United States right now. I listened to one side say just go to school and you will be able to afford a decent living but why shouldn’t a person who is working not have that same right? Why are these companies who depend on our labor still able to get away with just the bare minimum?

As a community we have to be dedicated to helping one another. We need to mentor women and children like this or as a collective we will never have wealth…

On Trump: It’s Obama’s Fault

Trump is what you get when a fringed racist electorate is full of hate and ignorance because there is an African-American man in the White House. This is where we are now. They want to tell you its because he’s honest and not a Washington player. Bullshit, we are dealing with Trump because we have a Black President in the White House and America believes the House should be White. Trump will really ratchet up the White House, well any house actually, have you seen pics of his homes? Tacky ass tacky!

But he is what the GOP base thinks can turn this country around. Around to where I don’t know but they believe in pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. I’m just trying to figure out why.

So, tonight I sat, watched and listened to Trump at his rally in Dallas. I tried to listen objectively to a person I did at one time like enough to find entertaining. I knew I was not going to hear anything about policies or much of anything important but I tried to listen with an open mind. I now know he loves women, he respects women and will be so good to our healthcare we won’t believe it…thanks Donald. I now know that President Obama does not know what he is doing and is a really, REALLY incompetent president. Despite all that good shit that happened to the economy.

I know Michelle I’m rolling my eyes too.

But I do blame Obama for Trump. If Obama could have looked more white we wouldn’t have to deal with this bottom feeder. If Obama just walked with a little more stick up the ass white men wouldn’t be so offended. If, maybe he married a white woman and had children with a little less melanin then maybe his presence in the White House would not have been so offensive. So now we have this ‘silent majority’ of racist and a few self hating blacks and hispanics sitting in the American Airlines Center cheering on a man who literally said nothing but because he is rich, white, and ignorant they cheered him on like he made a fifty yard touchdown.

Thanks Obama but this shit is not funny because we may have to deal with this asshole after you leave. No one will be smiling then. Absolutely no one.

On Natural Hair: Fine Hair Problems

Ever since I decided to return back to my natural hair, close to eight years now, I envisioned a thick head of afro hair on my head. For many years I straightened my hair with relaxers and hot combs and I blamed those years for my flat fine strands. I thought cutting it off and letting it grow without processing, thicker strands would magically grow out of my head, with the right berries, avocado oils, and thirty dollar leave-in conditioners of course.  

Flash back to last night as I twisted my hair for a twist out, I finally had to, reluctantly accept that I do not have the thick hair I see in my instagram feed. I can see the sun through my strands and I don’t like that. I want a fro that looks like if you get close to the ends it will feel like slipping into a black forrest.  But that is not what I have and as much as I may want something else I have to be satisfied with what has always grown out of my head, whether it be relaxed or natural.

I look at a lot of natural hair sites and follow quite a few on Instagram and it’s very easy to get caught up in someone else’s hair. It’s wonderful to get inspiration from other women about our hair and our lives but we will always look in the mirror only seeing who we are. No matter who that person is make sure you learn to love her and not some other image.

Didn’t take long for me to accept me and my flat hair, just 17,409 days but its better late than never.

On the Inside: I”m Crying Just a Little

How did we get to September 1st so quickly? I blinked twice and now I’m here…September 1st…again.

Don’t get me wrong I love September and most of what follows…cool Fall days and cozy Autumn evenings. I love the turning of the leaves from green to fiery yellows and reds, I love laughing at the teenagers at the bus stop when its raining; teenagers never carry umbrellas. I love picking out a Fall wardrobe that for me is more structured than my summer shorts and sandals. I love September but for the first few days I feel sadness that I have to wait three whole seasons to get to ninety degrees again. I feel a bit of sadness knowing my home heating hiatus is coming to an end and I will be shoveling out big bucks to warm my house. I love September but why does it have to come so fast…I just blinked twice.

On Cops & Racism: Good Cops, Where Are You?

You can’t keep pissing on us and telling us it’s rain.

I have no words for this. Please, Sr. Maya take the mike…le sigh
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou

On Natural Hair: These Products Are Killing Me!

I’m still watching in awe as so many African American women have embraced their natural hair. I began my journey about ten years ago. Was a huge fan of Moptop Maven who’s blog showed viewers like myself how to create natural products and take care of our hair. She stopped blogging some time ago due to some scandal but I still pop over every now and then to review a lot of her content.

There weren’t many products on the market at that time that catered to our natural hair. Ms. Jessies was the  biggest at that time and Shea Moisture was a cheaper alternative.

I was never a fan of Ms.Jessies brand because the website, at that time was a bit deceptive in my opinion. They had a ‘silkening” process they advertised that made it seem if you used the product your kinky hair would magically turn into Tracee Ellis Ross hair. I tried very hard to get my curls to look like their pictures on the site before I figured it out. I should have guessed it earlier because you could only get he the silkening in their shop.

Flash forward ten years later and we have a multitude of products for our hair and many in big department stores. One of my favorites, Camille Rose, has been in Target for about two years now, sitting next to Carol’s Daughter and Shea Moisture. I think it is wonderful and the idea of supporting black owned businesses has definitely changed over time. I know L’Oreal bought out Carol’s Daughter and I need to read more on that, but overall black women are making major economic strides in the hair industry.

Now there are black women selling natural weave and wigs. A business we still have not cracked completely but one we need to own 90% of in this day and age.

Since I have been watching what I spend I have cut back on a lot of products and looking at other ways to substitute my product fix. There isn’t one. Le sigh.

Natural hair products are expensive when you are on a serious budget. Looking at a 10oz $15-$30 bottle of shampoo versus a $6 for Aussie Moist or Herbal Essence is kind of a no-brainer. But what about those sulfates and  parabens we are trying so desperately to avoid? I say the hell with it. I do my best but I’m not killing myself or breaking my bank.

I thought about just incorporating the cost into my budget and I have room to do that but honestly, I rather put hair expenses into my business and savings account.  But I’m hurting every time I go into the store!

This has become a staple for my twist-outs.