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04-14-2010, 11:32 PM
This was posted on the main board, but as usual a chorus of amens ensued without much substantive critique. They also ignored this sistas OTHER posts with tough words for black men too. I'm interested to hear your thoughts.
For the Sistas:
As Things Stand Today Black Women Cannot Compete For The Affection Of Men
That goes for all men…no matter their race.
Despite the female sex organ between my legs I can see the issues black women (collectively) have and because sugarcoating the truth is not my style (nor does it ever help anyone), I will give you my honest unapologetic opinion…as usual…
As things stand today I don’t think black women (collectively) can compete with other races of women for the affection of men (of any race). Many of us are so screwed up on so many issues and things are getting worse as the days go by. Like our black male counterparts, we have issues with self-worth. Too many of us show no interest in maintaining a healthy weight/diet. Too many of us hate our natural hair/beauty. Too many of us have children out of wedlock and have no desire to have a traditional family structure. Too many of us put emphasis on superficial bullshit (money, cars, and clothes). Too many of us blame everything and everyone else for our issues instead of accepting responsibility. Too many of us think other races of men are the CURE for black men/loneliness/bitterness when the reality is much of the problem is with us as individuals.
When someone (more than likely a black man) tries to point out the many flaws of black women he is labeled a “basher” or “closed minded.” The reality is the flaws (or stereotypes) of black women (collectively) are a legitimate concern for men. Therefore, I can’t blame black men or any race of men for being turned the hell off by black women. I find myself turned off by the attitudes/personalities of other black women so I can only imagine how men must feel.
Think about it…
How can bald headed Tameka, who is a size 16 with two children by two different men (who ditched her), and a head full of weave compete with Ming Lee and Becky who are a size 6, walking around with their natural hair, and are childless?
How can Whitney, who is a size 11 with two college degrees, no sense of femininity (we know this because the idiot is always talking about how strong she is and she makes no effort to look the part of an attractive woman), and cannot conceptualize the idea of submitting to a man compete with Mary Ann, who is a size 4 with one college degree (plus an education in how to get/keep a man… courtesy of her mother) and is willing to jump through hoops to please a man?
The answer: Tameka and Whitney cannot compete…at all. They have very little to offer a man and their baggage is undesirable. If a man wanted a quick fuck and a headache he could approach Tameka. If a man wanted tutoring he could approach Whitney because that’s about the only thing she’s good for (well that and children to continue the teaching of the strong independent black woman myth…another headache).
Meanwhile, Ming Lee and Becky are probably fucking their way right into the hearts of their future husbands, who in turn value their sexy bodies in lingerie, their ability to adequately take birth control, and their long flowing natural hair. Not to mention their future husbands will appreciate having a peace of mind knowing they won’t have to pick up the “bill” from the last man to take a “ride” who dropped a baby and got the hell out of dodge. Furthermore, Mary Ann is over in her own world climaxing her way into a good life with a man in the household, who doesn’t mind taking care of her because she’s doing a damn good job of taking care of him.
Get the picture? Probably not…let me spell it out further.
A few weeks ago I finally got up the stomach to go see the film Precious with my other half. It was a good film and I actually enjoyed it (for the most part). However, while watching the film I found myself thinking, “Gee, black women look bad as hell in this movie.” Even though the film is a work of fiction many of its themes still hold true to black women and today’s black family in real life.
Just to keep this post “simple” and to the point I’ll focus on the basics of the film…
Lately, I’ve noticed how the average black woman physically resembles something like the main character, Precious, rather than (and I’m just throwing a name out there) Sanaa Lathan. That is the average black woman is big, round, short, and bald. If not for the invention of weave many of us would never know the feeling of having a head full of hair. I don’t care what part of the country you live I’m sure you see or have seen what I’m talking about. Even though we have a very diverse group of black women here in Atlanta, I need only travel outside of the city limits to the nearest department store (a Wal-Mart would be ideal) and see everything in this post to be true.
The attitude/mentality of Precious’ mother (portrayed by Monique) was exaggerated, but very real to life. I’ve heard some of her words come out of the mouths of black people. I’ve been around black women who not only share her mentality about life, but who also share elements of her bitter character. It was frightening how close to life that film portrayed SOME black women. It also made me sad. Sad because I know even if I walked up and slapped the hell out of the average black woman she would deny the truth in the parallels between the characters in Precious and black women around her. Why? Black women don’t like to admit that their shit sinks too. Many of us would like to go on living this lie that black women are somehow carrying the black community in the absence of black men when the reality is we’re failing…miserably (especially where black children are concern).
My question is when did black women say, “Fuck it! It’s not worth making an effort anymore.” Is the state of black women a reflection of the state of black men? I mean if the men are not there (both physically and mentally) who do black women have to please or attract? Who do black women have to look sexy for? The white man? Other races of men? Themselves? ←This should be the answer, but it's not for most black women. Whoever or whatever is left to appease doesn’t seem to be enough to make black women shape up.
I imagine I would have to stop giving a damn about life in order to just let myself “go.” Is this the problem with black women? Have we stopped caring about everything except money (a good job and a college education)?
I don’t understand the issues black women have with self-worth and self-esteem. Maybe my upbringing was very different than most black women. My parents (I grew up with both in the home) always told me I could DO anything and BE anything I desired. I never had issues getting or keeping a boyfriend. I never had an issue with my hair (I prefer my hair in its kinky natural state) or skin color. I actually grew up thinking black is beautiful.
My mother taught me the role of a woman and always told me to take good care of my face and figure. My grandmother made sure I learned how to cook. Both women made sure I knew how to be a lady and made it clear to me that it’s not natural for women to be independent of men. On the other side, it was my father (yes, you read it right) who pushed me to pursue education in order that I never be completely dependent upon a man.
Watching my mother interact with my father helped me connect the dots of a stable relationship. This is what I learned as a child from watching my mother: Family first and everything else second (including education). When I marry my husband and children come first…everything else second. Kids come AFTER marriage. Though I could very well have more education than him he is still the head of the household (and should be treated as such) while I am to be his right hand. End of story…
So, you see I can’t exactly wrap my mind around these issues I see with black women.
I’m sick of hearing black women say, “Black men are this, that, and the third” as a means of hiding their insecurities and not being able to attract a man (of any race). How the hell do you explain individuals like me who have no problem attracting a decent black man? Yes, black men (collectively) are fucked up, but I acknowledge there are some black men worth the fight. A decent black woman can attract a decent black man (no matter his country of origin).
Also, I’m tired of this sorry resentful attitude black women have in which they believe black women are the bottom of the totem pole. Maybe you believe YOU ARE at the bottom of the totem pole, but I’m not down there with you. Don’t place me at the bottom with you.
Despite the fact that I hate being aggressively approached/pursued by men perhaps I should be grateful that I’m approached at all. Knowing that I am physically attractive to men is one of the many reasons why I care about my looks/image. It gives me a certain about of arrogance. Not only do I feel I can compete with other races of women for the affection of men, but in my mind I would more than likely walk all over these other races of women.
The cult of black women on the internet promoting interracial dating as an ALTERNATIVE to black men have deluded themselves. This is the cult of black women who have no great love for other races of men, but instead have a great amount of hate for black men. If black men find black women in our current state unattractive what the hell would lead this group of black women to believe Tom (on the other side of the fence) finds them attractive?
As I stated before decent black women attract decent men (throwing race aside). Half-ass black women attract half-ass men. Take a look at the black women talking shit about black men while promoting interracial dating then take a look at their white knight. He is either a wigger or just plain unattractive (awkward looking at best). They are not hooking up with white men in the George Clooney/Brad Pitt league. Halle Berry didn’t even pull a white man in the George Clooney/Brad Pitt league. They’re hooking up with some the most unattractive/undesirable white men I’ve ever seen. But I suppose the only thing that matters to this group of women is his race (fuck his face) right? I digress…maybe I’m not seeing what they see.
If you want to attract a man or at least be able to compete for one you must first take a good look in the mirror. If you don’t love yourself how can you expect a man to love you? The real change starts with the man (or woman) in the mirror. I know that might sound cliché but most often it’s true. I’m afraid if black women don’t start looking in the mirror we’re going to continue to self-destruct because as it stands today black women are no competition for Becky, Mary Ann, or Ming Lee in regards to men…and they know it.
My questions…
1). When did black women say, “Fuck it...It’s not worth making an effort anymore” and why?
2). Is the state of black women a reflection of the state of black men?
3). Do you honestly believe black women can compete with other races of women for men in their current state?
4). What do you believe is the biggest challenge facing black women in terms of finding a mate?
5). I don’t know if I have any white men reading this blog but this question is for you: How does it make you feel knowing many black women either view you as an alternative to black men or an “escape” from the issues with them?
For the Sistas:
As Things Stand Today Black Women Cannot Compete For The Affection Of Men
That goes for all men…no matter their race.
Despite the female sex organ between my legs I can see the issues black women (collectively) have and because sugarcoating the truth is not my style (nor does it ever help anyone), I will give you my honest unapologetic opinion…as usual…
As things stand today I don’t think black women (collectively) can compete with other races of women for the affection of men (of any race). Many of us are so screwed up on so many issues and things are getting worse as the days go by. Like our black male counterparts, we have issues with self-worth. Too many of us show no interest in maintaining a healthy weight/diet. Too many of us hate our natural hair/beauty. Too many of us have children out of wedlock and have no desire to have a traditional family structure. Too many of us put emphasis on superficial bullshit (money, cars, and clothes). Too many of us blame everything and everyone else for our issues instead of accepting responsibility. Too many of us think other races of men are the CURE for black men/loneliness/bitterness when the reality is much of the problem is with us as individuals.
When someone (more than likely a black man) tries to point out the many flaws of black women he is labeled a “basher” or “closed minded.” The reality is the flaws (or stereotypes) of black women (collectively) are a legitimate concern for men. Therefore, I can’t blame black men or any race of men for being turned the hell off by black women. I find myself turned off by the attitudes/personalities of other black women so I can only imagine how men must feel.
Think about it…
How can bald headed Tameka, who is a size 16 with two children by two different men (who ditched her), and a head full of weave compete with Ming Lee and Becky who are a size 6, walking around with their natural hair, and are childless?
How can Whitney, who is a size 11 with two college degrees, no sense of femininity (we know this because the idiot is always talking about how strong she is and she makes no effort to look the part of an attractive woman), and cannot conceptualize the idea of submitting to a man compete with Mary Ann, who is a size 4 with one college degree (plus an education in how to get/keep a man… courtesy of her mother) and is willing to jump through hoops to please a man?
The answer: Tameka and Whitney cannot compete…at all. They have very little to offer a man and their baggage is undesirable. If a man wanted a quick fuck and a headache he could approach Tameka. If a man wanted tutoring he could approach Whitney because that’s about the only thing she’s good for (well that and children to continue the teaching of the strong independent black woman myth…another headache).
Meanwhile, Ming Lee and Becky are probably fucking their way right into the hearts of their future husbands, who in turn value their sexy bodies in lingerie, their ability to adequately take birth control, and their long flowing natural hair. Not to mention their future husbands will appreciate having a peace of mind knowing they won’t have to pick up the “bill” from the last man to take a “ride” who dropped a baby and got the hell out of dodge. Furthermore, Mary Ann is over in her own world climaxing her way into a good life with a man in the household, who doesn’t mind taking care of her because she’s doing a damn good job of taking care of him.
Get the picture? Probably not…let me spell it out further.
A few weeks ago I finally got up the stomach to go see the film Precious with my other half. It was a good film and I actually enjoyed it (for the most part). However, while watching the film I found myself thinking, “Gee, black women look bad as hell in this movie.” Even though the film is a work of fiction many of its themes still hold true to black women and today’s black family in real life.
Just to keep this post “simple” and to the point I’ll focus on the basics of the film…
Lately, I’ve noticed how the average black woman physically resembles something like the main character, Precious, rather than (and I’m just throwing a name out there) Sanaa Lathan. That is the average black woman is big, round, short, and bald. If not for the invention of weave many of us would never know the feeling of having a head full of hair. I don’t care what part of the country you live I’m sure you see or have seen what I’m talking about. Even though we have a very diverse group of black women here in Atlanta, I need only travel outside of the city limits to the nearest department store (a Wal-Mart would be ideal) and see everything in this post to be true.
The attitude/mentality of Precious’ mother (portrayed by Monique) was exaggerated, but very real to life. I’ve heard some of her words come out of the mouths of black people. I’ve been around black women who not only share her mentality about life, but who also share elements of her bitter character. It was frightening how close to life that film portrayed SOME black women. It also made me sad. Sad because I know even if I walked up and slapped the hell out of the average black woman she would deny the truth in the parallels between the characters in Precious and black women around her. Why? Black women don’t like to admit that their shit sinks too. Many of us would like to go on living this lie that black women are somehow carrying the black community in the absence of black men when the reality is we’re failing…miserably (especially where black children are concern).
My question is when did black women say, “Fuck it! It’s not worth making an effort anymore.” Is the state of black women a reflection of the state of black men? I mean if the men are not there (both physically and mentally) who do black women have to please or attract? Who do black women have to look sexy for? The white man? Other races of men? Themselves? ←This should be the answer, but it's not for most black women. Whoever or whatever is left to appease doesn’t seem to be enough to make black women shape up.
I imagine I would have to stop giving a damn about life in order to just let myself “go.” Is this the problem with black women? Have we stopped caring about everything except money (a good job and a college education)?
I don’t understand the issues black women have with self-worth and self-esteem. Maybe my upbringing was very different than most black women. My parents (I grew up with both in the home) always told me I could DO anything and BE anything I desired. I never had issues getting or keeping a boyfriend. I never had an issue with my hair (I prefer my hair in its kinky natural state) or skin color. I actually grew up thinking black is beautiful.
My mother taught me the role of a woman and always told me to take good care of my face and figure. My grandmother made sure I learned how to cook. Both women made sure I knew how to be a lady and made it clear to me that it’s not natural for women to be independent of men. On the other side, it was my father (yes, you read it right) who pushed me to pursue education in order that I never be completely dependent upon a man.
Watching my mother interact with my father helped me connect the dots of a stable relationship. This is what I learned as a child from watching my mother: Family first and everything else second (including education). When I marry my husband and children come first…everything else second. Kids come AFTER marriage. Though I could very well have more education than him he is still the head of the household (and should be treated as such) while I am to be his right hand. End of story…
So, you see I can’t exactly wrap my mind around these issues I see with black women.
I’m sick of hearing black women say, “Black men are this, that, and the third” as a means of hiding their insecurities and not being able to attract a man (of any race). How the hell do you explain individuals like me who have no problem attracting a decent black man? Yes, black men (collectively) are fucked up, but I acknowledge there are some black men worth the fight. A decent black woman can attract a decent black man (no matter his country of origin).
Also, I’m tired of this sorry resentful attitude black women have in which they believe black women are the bottom of the totem pole. Maybe you believe YOU ARE at the bottom of the totem pole, but I’m not down there with you. Don’t place me at the bottom with you.
Despite the fact that I hate being aggressively approached/pursued by men perhaps I should be grateful that I’m approached at all. Knowing that I am physically attractive to men is one of the many reasons why I care about my looks/image. It gives me a certain about of arrogance. Not only do I feel I can compete with other races of women for the affection of men, but in my mind I would more than likely walk all over these other races of women.
The cult of black women on the internet promoting interracial dating as an ALTERNATIVE to black men have deluded themselves. This is the cult of black women who have no great love for other races of men, but instead have a great amount of hate for black men. If black men find black women in our current state unattractive what the hell would lead this group of black women to believe Tom (on the other side of the fence) finds them attractive?
As I stated before decent black women attract decent men (throwing race aside). Half-ass black women attract half-ass men. Take a look at the black women talking shit about black men while promoting interracial dating then take a look at their white knight. He is either a wigger or just plain unattractive (awkward looking at best). They are not hooking up with white men in the George Clooney/Brad Pitt league. Halle Berry didn’t even pull a white man in the George Clooney/Brad Pitt league. They’re hooking up with some the most unattractive/undesirable white men I’ve ever seen. But I suppose the only thing that matters to this group of women is his race (fuck his face) right? I digress…maybe I’m not seeing what they see.
If you want to attract a man or at least be able to compete for one you must first take a good look in the mirror. If you don’t love yourself how can you expect a man to love you? The real change starts with the man (or woman) in the mirror. I know that might sound cliché but most often it’s true. I’m afraid if black women don’t start looking in the mirror we’re going to continue to self-destruct because as it stands today black women are no competition for Becky, Mary Ann, or Ming Lee in regards to men…and they know it.
My questions…
1). When did black women say, “Fuck it...It’s not worth making an effort anymore” and why?
2). Is the state of black women a reflection of the state of black men?
3). Do you honestly believe black women can compete with other races of women for men in their current state?
4). What do you believe is the biggest challenge facing black women in terms of finding a mate?
5). I don’t know if I have any white men reading this blog but this question is for you: How does it make you feel knowing many black women either view you as an alternative to black men or an “escape” from the issues with them?