Okay, so I posted on the blog of the woman who mentioned that thing about dreadlocks, and then got into an argument with her, where she said things like "How do you know American people with dreadlocks got the idea from Jamaica?" Uh, then why did they take the Jamaican name? Lots of other people dreaded their hair, but it seems pretty simple to tie the upsurge in Western popularity to Bob Marley, etc.
Anyway, we were just yelling past each other, so I stopped.
Reason I got to her blog in the first place was because another post of hers was crossposted to Jezebel, and she came to Jez to see the response. Which was largely negative because she was a white privilege-ridden patronising douche. And she found my comments and lit into me again, as well as whining at a bunch of other people and insisting she had hood cred. Because hood=black people, obvs.
Anyway, I saw *another*, unrelated irritating blog post that stereotypes black women thoughtlessly, and lo and behold, she's a commenter on it, saying it's really funny, and some of them are *spot* *on* for black women.
I can't believe she thinks she's on our side. Nobody wants her on their side. She's not even good enough for the racists.
I can't believe she thinks she's on our side. Nobody wants her on their side. She's not even good enough for the racists.
This is why I ran my Chuck D essay by a bunch of black male friends. I am terrified of being her. For serious. The blinders.
you could never be her Allyson. like never ever.
Yeah, I was stuck on iguana and didn't get it. Thanks.
Ha! This was my issue as well.
I had an action packed day (5 mile run/walk, big brunch, shopping, cookie dough making) and have kind of fallen apart at the end here. Went to the restaurant around the corner and took two bites of my meal and felt nauseous. (Not the meal's fault!) Was able to hang on until Bob finished and came home. Now I am on the couch and the nausea has subsided but ugh! I really rarely get nauseous and NOT FUN! Also, getting sick now would be pretty inconvenient.
you could never be her Allyson. like never ever.
I worry that if I stop worrying I will become a monster. WITH SHARP TEETH AND GOOGLY EYES.
Even me "rapping" to mac today about chores as my alter ego MC Mama, is not close to her.
When I wore my 40" jeans, KING metal plaque hat, door knocker earrings at the ivy school right by Harlem and yo yo'd everyone. that was like her.
Still babysitting. K-Bug has gone off to her party. The 3 year old fell asleep (shoulda taken that nap we tried earlier) while watching Cars. Gonna have to wake him up soon. The 11 month old is being a clingy snuggle bunny (alternating between being endearing and annoying {I miss the luxury of peeing alone}). It is funny how much more vocal she is when her brother isn't in the room. Parents aren't due here for another couple of hours.
Allyson, if I believed for a second you'd tell black people how to define themselves, I'd make sure you checked yourself before you wrecked yourself.
But this woman is AWFUL. Jezebel totally wins, because they're getting a ton of pageviews, and I don't think for a second they care one way or another about her shittiness.
Hood cred! Hood cred! Can you believe it? She's trying to explain to people *why* she's earned the right to tell black people how to live, because she has some undefined HOOD cred. I despair that I have to accept that people are so stupid. And I'm appalled that she's raising a biracial kid with such blatant issues.
It never hurts to get a sanity check, Allyson, because shit slips through even when you mean the best (who hasn't fucked up ever?), but you could never be her.
OK, is it weird that I won't wash certain things together? Is it even sensical?
I've been trying to convince myself for months that I can wash my bathmat with some capri pants, because they are some of the few all-white things I own, so I could bleach them all together.
Highlights thus far include him swinging his santa hat around while singing "I whip my hair back and forth"
That is HILARIOUS.
She's trying to explain to people *why* she's earned the right to tell black people how to live, because she has some undefined HOOD cred.
Holy crap. Seriously.
