Cut that out!

I am a feminist.

Notice that I didn't say I'm a Black feminist. That was intentional. Cos in the game in my mind being a woman who believes in equality for my sex in this world it seems ridiculous to me to divide our efforts over race. People argue that the struggle isn't the same because the racial experiences differ in our country. Please. No 2 women's experiences are the same in any life. That's what makes us individuals.

To my mind our combined individual experiences: Black, White, tall, short, crazed and sane should combine together for analysis. We should be looking at each other and saying 'That happened to me too!' and putting our efforts towards how we can things better for all. These debates on color, culture and passion only take away from strengthening our cause. Who wins then? A blessed few! Who should be winning? Our sex as a whole!

Whenever I hear these bouts of infighting and division I find myself wanting to stand up and yell "Get your heads in the game!" We still make less on the dollar than men. We still can't afford venture out in our world without the assumption we're going to be safe from sexual assaults. We still can't get affordable healthcare to our sisters across the country let alone across the friggin waters! We don't have to stop and weigh our struggles and sort them by color, class or economics to identify them as struggles. We need to focus on lessening the burdens PERIOD.

But that's just this loud mouth feminist's opinion.

All about Honey

Ladies we need to talk.

I'm tired of y'all freaking out because you're not thin enough, you don't wear enough make-up, your baby has stretched your body ways you can't get back, etc, etc, etc.

CUT THAT SHIT OUT!

Now if you know me you know 'I don't give a damn' should be my middle name. I'm lazy. But I don't have the same low expectations for y'all. As a matter of fact I have just the opposite. I expect the women of the world to realize how awesome you are. You. Not that actress or pop star or even the yummy mummy whose kids go to school with yours. What you got, someone wants. Don't believe me?

Get naked. Go ahead. Get naked in front of your partner/your crush/your postman for all I care. And if they play for your team, you're gonna get a reaction. And dollars to donuts, it's going to be a reaction of the positive variety. Things like that, don't happen for everyone. Things like that happen for people who know what they got, how good it is and how to put it to good use.

Now I'm not saying that you're going to spend every waking moment feeling like Heidi Klum tearing up the VS runway with an insane amount of men doing some spanking to your strut over the internet. You're going to have bad days. We all do. But on your days when you wake up and your boobs are feeling like they're 22 again, you let them strut. The days your hair decides that it's part of a shampoo commercial, you flip that mane until you need a neck brace. Stop worrying about what you don't have or what you'll have one day and start enjoying what you do have and how you can show it off.

The world is full of potential Poohs, you just gotta let them know you have the honey they want. And you do, so stop whining and start working it!