Scandal's Scandal...

 October 17, 2013, 9:53PM 

 

As many of you (African American women) prepare to watch a TV show that features a black woman be a whore monger, I find it not only strangely interesting but shamefully perplexing that you are so captivated by a show that promotes an erosion of morality. Then again…I should not be so mind-fogged considering it is the female that made soap opera actors millionaires! Be truthful...be of fact: The main character is a home wrecker...a relationship sabotager...a cheater...a 2-bit high dollar female disgrace. So I ask, does this show Scandal garner so much attention from black females (who are by personal admission and experience disgusted by adulterous affairs) induce some ridiculous sense of power that you have forfeited as a result of choosing the wrong man or lost because you have become the New Slave of Corporate America? Also in/with fact, Scandal would not be as popular if it featured a fine black man involved with a white woman who is married. African American women have always deplored the interracial relationship that features a black man sexing a white woman. Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Tiki Barber, even Blair Underwood has been bashed by black women because his new television series character is in relationship with a white woman. Are you, God's creation of decency, so mind damaged...so emotionally handicapped that you will glorify what you truly despise? Where is the black feminist condemnation...as there would be if the situation/scenario displayed the opposite? I have said time and time again that African American women are beginning to take on male traits...the detrimental characteristics that demean and that will eventually destroy black male-female interactions and connections. Some of you, black female fans of Scandal, will blow off my critical commentary as nothing but a black man enraged by a beautiful black woman banging a white man. Some will say that I am being overly critical of a well-written and remarkably produced television show...that I am making my discomfort out to be more than what it is, a TV show that provides entertainment. But, I have also said that what’s praised is also a Want and a Desire…like the most wanted and desired boy in high school by the hot-in-the-pants girls is the Flunky…The Bad Boy…The Baby Boy type. Actually, this juvenileness plays itself out well beyond secondary school! By any chance do you, the queen of civilation, desire to be a slut - or are you that woman who was made into a slut by the most sought-after man? 

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Safe Finish?

Damn...we are not safe at school...at the mall...at the movies...at the park...at the grocery store...we are not safe at all. Boston Marathon explosions at the finish line. Think about that...At the finish line. Imagine the thrilling feeling of finishing a marathon. Imagine what goes through the mind of a runner when he/she sees the finish line. Imagine the thoughts the runner has of completing and later relaxing...Sad world we live in. We are not even safe when we are FINISH...

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/16/us/explosions-reported-at-site-of-boston-marathon.html?_r=0

 

Anonymously One with Trash

Sunday, February 24, 2013 marked two years of official unemployment. That’s unemployment outside of my skillset. 

I have definitely worked over the past 24 months. On several occasions, I was reminded of how much of a metro sexual softy that I am. Many of my employment assignments were manual in labor. Manual in labor…I like that! 

Someone asked me a few weeks ago, “Do you really look for a job every single day?” I remain puzzled by her question…of course I search for employment every day…employment that matches my extensive education and training! What was I supposed to do with my news media overload mornings, occasional boring afternoons, and lonesome evenings of Two and a Half Men reruns - skipping a day to relax my overactive brain…rest to avoid depressing frustration? No, I got up each and every morning with job on my mind. Find a job, I mean! 

Inconsequently, I must admit that the search has taken a toll on my medication induced enthusiastic spirit and the job pursuit has zapped all the professional self-esteem I had prior to my membership in the Rat Race. Thankfully, my peculiar self-confidence has not taken a defeated hit. I still do believe that I am a damn good catch with the unemployment tag written all over my face…I think. But, I have not had a date or anyone to express further interest in me after I disclose that I am Seeking Employment. Not sure if that fact has adjusted my Chi…my swag? Nope…it has not.   

My spirit –the life-force- within me has resembled a tattered work bag. It is somewhat still useful, and the only reason I hold onto the ‘bag’ is because the bag is all I have…

It is a bag that has somewhat defined me. I can admit it now…The Peace Corps, the YMCA, AmeriCorps, and Goodwill Industries have been the Epitome of my Existence. I have been identified from my human service contribution…from attempting to be unique. Unique as in, I am one of a not too many African American men working in the capacity of domestic and international service. But, that life appears to be over – and I am perfectly okay with that. SO okay with that! 

My soul is all that I have remaining besides my children. They in fact should be enough. Although, having pride in knowing that I have children and believing that I am a decent father does not pay the financial responsibilities that I have lingering. 

Lingering is a good word to describe my emotional status. I am just here…lingering on, not leaning on. I definitely don’t lean on the everlasting hand of Jesus! Lingering for me is identified as staying in range…in range of pinpointing and securing success. 

With humility, I do not need God or a Jesus for that. God’s job is complete. It is My Time to be what a Divine Force has secondarily sanctioned Me to Be: 

Free from managerial and directorship responsibility. I have NO desire to manage, lead, or direct. None whatsoever! All I want to do is be anonymously one with trash pickup. Trash does not chatter excessively, repulsively whine, lie or mislead to acquire status, call-out because of monthly cramps, deliberately backstab, or sexually harass females with intoxicating sex appeal. 

I prefer Trash…

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