Soooo, I went to see "Little" on Friday. I laughed. I cried (twice I'm a wiener.). I left thinking. Overall, the movie was quite enjoyable. With Issa Rae, Regina Hall, the makers of "Girls Trip", and the young G Marsai Martin, how can one possibly go wrong? Nonetheless, the movie caused me to ponder on … Continue reading A “Little” Review
The issue with depending on things happening is shit may never happen. My hair may never grow. I may never get a man. I may never like my big toe. I may never get over how my father/mother/aunt/colonel Sanders was never there. Despite the hold for these happenstances, life still goes on, and so we must choose to have inner peace, joy, and security within ourselves.
We have "instantcheckmate.com", truthfinder.com, backgroundcheck.com etc. etc. We have our faithful group of homegirls who could moonlight as private investigators because all you have to do is mention bruh name, and they will identify a minimum of three of his last girlfriends, his occupation, income, frat, previous GPA, credit score, and damn near his social security number in less than two hours. We ourselves have all of those good ole social media sites to investigate the quality of potential partners. But, we do not have any application that will help us evaluate the spiritual quality of potential mates. No. No. We have to learn to run those spiritual background checks ourselves before embarking on serious partnerships.
Us, young fly free millennial Black folk see a need for healing in a way our parents and grand parents may not understand. The way I see it; in addition to being the products of triumphant, resilient, ambitions, hard-working, out-going, intelligent, and gorgeous brown people, we are also the products of generations of negative mental, physical, and sometimes spiritual abuse and habits that must be broken for the sake of posterity. I recognize the cyclical nature in my own family, and I intend to create a new ebb and flow. And, I will do so, even if it means going against the grain and seeking therapeutic counseling. The church is just not enough for me any more.
Love is great in the commercial sense--especially around February. In reality love can be difficult--this we don't talk about. We post all the #MCM and #WCW and #BAE pictures, right. Yet, we don't talk about the push, pull, the communication, the growth, the selflessness, the intimacy, the messy, down right dirty components of growing in love. We don't talk about the arduous task of breaking down walls when you are a woman who has lock her heart in a stainless steal safe, next to a glock nine (just in case) , underneath a grenade, surrounded by an alligator inhabited moat, within the land mines hidden around the circumference.