As the cookie crumbles…

For the last few weeks, I’ve been feeling like my old self. Not the good kind of old self, but the self-destructive and self-sabotaging self. I’ve been having a hard time coping with, well everything and having a harder time being around people even the people who mean the most to me. But as of late, I feel like I’m drowning, and I recognized the old, familiar, feeling…My depression is back. Continue reading

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Dimmed lights for dimmed minds

Do I enjoy calling some people stupid? Petty me says yes, but sometimes it’s the perfect word to describe the most imperfect of men.  And by imperfect, I’m talking about those who can’t help but keep on being stupid. So if like me, who’s sole purpose for the internet is to troll assholes and occasionally swipe right, then you may have heard of this kinda ridiculous, kinds moronic trend being force fed to women who are enthusiastically (or as some of those men would put it “desperate”) seeking marriage/relationship/kids but can’t seem to get those things because according to your favorite, useless, daytime talk show hosts they’re not letting “men be men”. Who hasn’t heard the following said: “there are no good women left” or “let men lead” or my personal favorite “remember when women used to be women”. Yes, because the only reason you’re single is because you’re not letting some dumb ass lead your life off a cliff to nowhere… Not to mention that these astoundingly ludicrous beliefs are now being reinforced by people who really are not AT ALL qualified to dispense this type of advice (The Dr. Phils and Steve Harveys of the world). Why be qualified to give advice (hahaha, I suddenly realize the irony…I never said I was qualified though…) when you get ridiculous sums of money to write bullshit books about what women want and how they can get it!?! Continue reading

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Ch-Ch-Changes…

Forgive me for the delay, but as most of you know Tuesday  was horrifyingly depressing thanks in part to ShitFest 2016, brought you by The Giant Orange Turd and someone’s grandmother who’s not quite sure what’s legal and how emails work. I can honestly say that I’ve always underestimate Americans but on Tuesday, I was proven wrong. The world watched in horror how THE Super power (well, former now..) handed its keys to HJR (Hitler Jr.) . As I sat in the comfort of my girlfriend’s Canadian home, watching this like all other Canadians.  I was left speechless and miserably sad to know that Women, People of Color, Immigrants, People of the LGBTQ community and Muslims were now all in danger. Some of my friends told me that I was overreacting, and it goes without saying that they were mostly white, cis, men. Overreaction how, though? What is the proper way to react to the fact that your neighbor now thinks that it’s perfectly fine to tell you to go back to your country or to have a 9 year old taunted by classmates, screaming “build a wall” to his face? I mean, is this what life will be like for anyone who’s not white and male? Can I, as a black Canadian woman, really just pretend that because it’s not happening here and to me that I shouldn’t feel pain or fear for those who are now in a position of fearing for their lives every time they leave the house?

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Never stand begging…

In the last few months, a ridiculous amount of memes have made their way to my timeline. We obviously live in an age where every ridiculous, embarrassing picture can be turned into something funny, cruel or both. What’s gotten my attention though, is the amount of memes specifically directed at black women, basically telling them that “they ain’t shit” if they don’t bow down to their black, male counterparts. What’s most alarming and just as disgusting is that several men and WOMEN have been posting those bullshit memes all over social media as either cautionary tale of never ending singledom or as a way to keep black woman in the same space they’ve been for the last 100 years or so: fighting for the black man, all the while being trampled on by the same man.

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