Yep. Nearly every woman I know has a story like this. The ones that don’t soon realize they actually have been in a stalky/controlling situation when examining their relationships. The others are just fucking lucky.
Yep. Nearly every woman I know has a story like this. The ones that don’t soon realize they actually have been in a stalky/controlling situation when examining their relationships. The others are just fucking lucky.
Ah. I feel you. Same boat with me. Though I did just stumble onto my state’s justification list for salary increases last month. It’s all public record and a word doc of what hiring managers have previously written to the state to get someone a raise.
Start small. Just try to add 500 - 1000. My little one will fall asleep in the stroller, so that could be a good way of getting your child down for a regular nap.
Block, block, block. If there’s anything you have that is documented or time-stamed, take it to the police and get a no-contact order. I second the idea from Whiskeyprayer to email him that you don’t want his contact. Then block, of course.
My family’s parties don’t involve dancing on tables, but we definitely push all the tables aside and start dancing. There are also drinks. You should incorporate that. Kids’ birthday parties aren’t really traditional for kids in my culture until the kids are like nine or 10. Until then, the family is just partying.
Just don’t make it your life’s mission and I’m sure you’ll be fine.
I am so sorry for you and your family.
Sounds like a lot of work if there’s no money tied to it. Would you feel more confident if there were? This doesn’t at all seem to be your focus, but I’m all about adequate compensation. So, I’d throw out a question about money.
It was in reply to cocaine being a hell of a drug. I know lots of white folks who won’t get out and dance unless they’re under the influence of something.
My senior year of high school I asked out a guy friend who I had a crush on, but also had a lot of fun with it. Several girlfriends hyped me up and encouraged me because they’d seen how much fun we had together. I was never the kind to ask a guy out, but my confidence was on 100. It went like this:
Suicidal ultimatums are what controlling people do. I’m guessing he didn’t kill himself and it was just a way to manipulate you. You made the right decision at a very young age.
Thanks for that translation because I was really stretching to figure out what any of that meant.
Don’t forget by adding that Black women open white men up to new worlds of fun and dancing and loudness in interracial films. They bring color and light into the story, while never having a back story of their own. They are magical.
Jennifer Lopez has played an Italian woman in a number of movies, so not all of them.
No, my white co-worker was the one who said interracial kids are the best looking. I get it from mainly white people. Black folk know not to say good hair in front of me. I, similarly, want him to believe he’s attractive - because he is - but not because he’s light-skinned.
I think the issue here is one of media criticism, not criticism of your personal life choices. Othering in media is what the author is talking about. bell hooks is an expert on our cultural institutions (ie: media) and how they foster oppression.
I think they’re much more common than you’re expressing to echo other replies. The thing that is a trip is when something like a Cheerios commercial with a Black dad and white mom comes out and the neck-breathers lose their collective shit, attempting to boycott. Target, IKEA, and a bunch of other advertisers always…
Doctor Who and Torchwood are so ahead of their time - by design. Ha.
Ugh. I can’t stand takes like hers in this video. I actually just had to talk with someone who works for me about ranking mixed children as somehow a prize. This person was like we’re all supposed to mix up because the best looking people are all biracial. I’m Black and my son’s other biological parent is white. So,…
That’s very true, but there’s still a shit ton of colorism and class status tied up in the color of your skin in Latin America.