Here at the intersection of my various identities, I hear with my Black ear, I want to respond with my Higher Education academic voice, embrace with my Southern arms and comfort with my feminine heart. I wonder what it means to be at the university where as I walked back from a meeting, I saw… More Black.
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare… More Being American is Killing Americans Pt. 4 (Mastery of Man)
Taking a break from my political commentary, I’ll get back to it later today, but I gotta make this post cry (HOV!). Yesterday was supposed to be easy breezy, wake up do some work, check in at my office, do laundry and chill with Deeds. Well, it was that easy initially. Then… well first I… More Ouch! Its *still* hot
We like to say that our families are the most important things to us. I’ll tell you why this is a lie. Its a lie because we’re too busy debating to fix the problems that effect families. Instead of pouring money into education, we’re on waiting lists for iPhones, iPads, watching HDTV, and eating McDonald’s.… More Being American is Killing Americans Pt. 3 (Roots)
If America had a word, it would no doubt be “work”. We put work above well-being, rest, sanity, and sometimes even family. Is it because our self-definition is entangled in our crafts? What are we working so hard for? God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising… More Being American is Killing Americans Pt. 2 (Grind and Shine)
There’s a Simon and Garfunkel song that bodes the lyrics: I’ve built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. This, unfortunately, is woven in the fabric of our… More Being American is Killing Americans Pt. 1 (Individualization)
A long (long) time ago back when I was but an undergraduate, it used to be that everyone could tell the Freshmen from the upperclassmen because well…they usually had on the trendiest new clothes, and/or high school ‘nalia especially if it rained, they had on make up, and they had their blessed nice tight high… More Freshman Fatties