Women Are Worthy

Dear docile women, you need this. It seems you don’t know your worth beyond being the whim of someone else’s fancy. Ever notice they don’t stick around long, despite your bending over backwards to suit their needs? If you don’t value you no one else will, you’ll attract people looking to break you. Having a voice and standing for something is attractive, stop co-signing archaic traits of what women are suppose to be. Have a blessed day. Do you shrink yourself for the love and approval? Via Sheerahr & Foxwood Drive

A Woman’s Place…

Is wherever she wants it to be. Women are people with different goals and ideals pertaining to how we want to live our life. Stop putting pressure on us to fulfill roles set by the patriarchy, deeming us useless if we can’t meet your societal standards/deadlines. Stop asking women when they are going to get married or have children, like it’s an obligation. How about do you want instead. Better yet mind your business. Women have the right to choose. Are you someone who pressures women to fit into societal stereotypes? Are you a woman being harangued about your life decisions? Artist: Lainey Molnar

Disclaimer For The New Year

Time is definitely an illusion, although 2020 pretended to be a mere twelve months it was actually five years. Just one thing after another, after another, outlandish, wild things, things we never imagined, or thought possible before. This life altering year ends tomorrow and I don’t know how to feel about it to be honest. On one hand it started out great, then went terrible, then beyond my wildest dreams. One things for sure it was a tumultuous rollercoaster for everyone, all of us had to adjust to a new normal. Reminded how the things we took for granted was the universe expressing love and freewill. Let that be one thing you take into the year 2021, but leave the things on this list behind. What do you want to leave in 2020 and bring into 2021? Regarding each category on the sign, what was something new that you learned? Via: Elacee Music

Things Not To Believe

It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures,

flowers,

eggs,

anything that may be crushed in a moment’s carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.

Happy Birthday Tina Turner

Tina “Legs” Turner this belated birthday goes out to you. A phoenix who rose from the ashes of abuse and became more iconic than the man who built her career while trying to destroy her. You were a queen then and you’re a queen now. Your story helped shape me into the woman I am today (including the music duh). Thank you. What’s your favorite Tina Turner song?

Things To Consider…

When voting, you don’t have to agree with everything the candidate does. I for one realize every four years I have to pick between two lesser evils. I’m not chomping at the bit to serve two parties that were created for white men, by white men, I was considered property, which means I wasn’t considered at all. Still this is an extremely important election, one that means life and death in many ways. Here is why I’m voting for Biden:

  • Coronavirus: Everyone needs to wear a mask! This is going to be one of the darkest winters, many people will die due to Covid and the flu. This isn’t a political debate, it’s a fact of life. We cannot return to normalcy unless we take the necessary precautions.
  • Climate Change: The world is dying! We have less than ten years before the tipping point is irreversible. There is no planet B, just Earth! Space isn’t an option as cute as the fantasy sounds.
  • Human Rights: Women deserve the right to choose, immigrant’s deserve better treatment, white supremacy is not okay, police brutality needs to end…that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
  • Healthcare: Should be accessible to more people. Human lives should come before anything

Vote him out, we literally can’t afford to have it any other way!!! Can you think of something I missed?

Clinging To A Rope

See it all the time.
You are not a rug some man is standing on in a sixties advert.
Or a female dangling off the side of a cliff, clinging to a rope unequipped to hold your weight. Waiting for permission to live, or die from your “owner.”
An easily discarded piece of property, an object.
Here’s a reminder of the female plight we continue to fight: https://www.businessinsider.com/26-sexist-ads-of-the-mad-men-era-2014-5#1959-woman-are-a-drag-9 ( Please notice these are white women, with traces of Stand By Your Man on full display to this day. Problematic white women check yourselves, you’re conditioned until you’re not).

Do your part, use your voice. Love yourself enough to command respect. Which role do you play one who uses their voice, or an objectified being?Via: The Female Lead

Charlotte McSell-Pickles

What you absorb matters. Sometimes I’m dumbfounded by how woke and moral my childhood watches were. Charlotte Pickles was about that life. Even though Angelica was a demonic only child, she never lacked confidence. I see so many girls post doormat type ideals: be nice anyways, don’t respond to negativity, stick around no matter what…sis that ain’t it. Do no harm, but take no shit. When you allow others to disrespect you constantly without boundaries, you send a message to the universe that that’s your worth. In return the universe sends you people, places and things on that wave. This is how you create your reality. What energy are you emitting? Via: 2000s Fashionista

Bleeding As We Breathe

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou

That’s how Daniel the back waiter got cursed out at Posi two. Maybe he asked one too many questions, although from my recollection it was just the one. I answered him. I was in the middle of doing something before he interrupted me. He was a short, sturdy man who came up to my boobs, with slicked back hair and a quiet intelligence. Unlike others he didn’t have a Napoleonic complex, he didn’t need to prove himself.

The room was painted bright sunny oranges and yellows, but I wasn’t feeling like a ray of sunshine due to our exchange. Truthfully I’ll never know what was said, but I know I felt a way, especially after what he did next.
“Listen don’t take offense, but are you on your period or something?”
No this nigga did not. I could feel the hot rage behind my eyes as I narrowed in on him. This must be how predatory birds feel going in for the kill.

“Just because I respond a certain way doesn’t mean “I’m on my period, or something’. Do you know how sexist that is? And actually, for your information I’m not! I don’t know Daniel, it could be that I’m a human being expressing myself. Women are allowed to be angry without being invalidated. That’s just like telling me to smile. You wouldn’t say that to a man.”
“Ah, no it’s not,” he placidly refuted.
“Ah yes it is. Men can feel anyway they want without question, yet women have to be happy all the time, or we have our periods,” I finished the statement in a baby voice showcasing his infantile thinking.
“Alright, I’m sorry geez,” he walked away with more than he bargained for and nothing at all.

I finished up, then raced to the bathroom. Just in time too, I got my period. I gasped in utter shock. By my calculations it wasn’t suppose to arrive for days. Thank god I carry spare tampons. I’m one of those just in case people.

Atonement was necessary. Daniel was a good worker. All the servers competed for him to be assigned to their section, giving him leverage. He got to choose and he always chose me. Unless our strength needed to be divided throughout the restaurant on super busy nights. Proactive, always early, a Pratt alumni who lit up hearing my sister was a student; he boasted about attending with Robert Mapplethorpe. He had a daughter he loved more than anything, he was the best, until he relapsed on crack. But that was a little bit further along. I scouted him out to apologize, I’m accountable and he was deserving.

“Oh my god Daniel, I’m so sorry. I literally just got my period. How did you know?”
“It’s okay. You were acting different.”

Upon reflection it dawned on me, this wasn’t the first time a hispanic male coworker tracked my cycle. Nor was it the last. It wasn’t creepy, but in my experience hispanic men are extremely intuitive. They be knowing. I wanted to know too, but none of them ever gave me an explanation on what different meant.

This doesn’t mean a blanket statement should be made about women across the board, everyone is different, but apparently I’m nuts. Which goes to show that women overachieve with little to no credit. We clearly go through a hormonal shift, bleeding as we breathe and still, we do more than most men with no days off. RESPECT US, you can’t handle this continuous pain (as shown during male birth control trials) and still run the fucking show to be underpaid. Normalize menstruation without stigma. Via: Cecile Hoodie