Monday, December 29, 2008

Female Versions

[beyonce on the set of her new vid, "Diva"]

A series of unfortunate events recently led me to have a listen or three to Beyonce's latest single, Diva. With my computer out of commission and the new opportunity to listen to local radio I've heard the song roughly one million times over the past week and a half. The lyrics are pretty trite, but, as with most of BK's songs, the hip-hop inspired, laidback boasting of the beat makes the song very singable. But could someone please explain to me why she has to be the "female vesion of a hustler?"

I get that she's been trying to pick up where Foxy Brown left off as the Bonnie to Jay-Z's Clyde since 2002, so calling herself some "version" of a hustler is cute and, I guess, fitting. But what's wrong with a plain old hustler? She's hard working, successful, with stacks upon stacks of cash that will probably someday outweigh those of her husband, so she really isn't the version of anything. It really annoys me because it's assuming that being professionally successful is a masculine thing, so therefore when a woman does it, she has to be some cutesy, non-important version. Beyonce, and whatever man wrote this song, please get over yourselves.

It's like when people call something a "black version." Girlfriends was the black version of Sex and the City. Brown Sugar was the "hip-hop" version of When Harry Met Sally. It's completely normal to make comparisons, that's how we process new concepts. But to say that anyone, or anything, is a version of something else is admitting that the original concept is exclusive to that group. Smart, sexy, successful women are exclusively white, while money-makers with a hustler's spirit are exclusively male. I got two freshly manicured middle fingers to hold up to anyone that thinks like this.

And while we're on the subject, let me air out another pet peeve: improper grammar usage. Female is an adjective, meaning it describes a noun. For example, a female dog.
1fe·male           Listen to the pronunciation of 1female Pronunciation: \ˈfē-ˌmāl\
14th century
1 a (1): of, relating to, or being the sex that bears young or produces eggs
[what Merriam Webster has to say about it]

There is no such thing as a "female," if you wish to talk about a woman, just call her a woman. Tell that to all of your brothers, boyfriends, cousins, and friends that insist on butchering the King's English. Just a thought.

Saturday, December 27, 2008


I know that you're still reeling over the last bomb I dropped (because my life is soooo important to you, right?), but I've got another one: me and hair relaxers are officially broken up. Like most B-Girls, I've sported chemically relaxed hair for longer than a little bit. But after being incredibly inspired by my big sis, who traded her lovely, straight hair for a gorgeous, curly 'fro earlier in the year, I've shown straighteners the door.

Like most girls making the "transition," my newest pastime is obsessing over colored girls with curly, kinky, nappy, wavy, or otherwise non-straight hair. Here are my latest hairspirations:

[tracee ellis ross]

  • I completely heart nearly everything about this woman's style, from head to toe. I especially love her free-spirited, devil-may-care, curl 'fro.

[mane and chic]

  • I don't really know what this person looks like, but I'm really into her blog that she started to document her transition from relaxed to natural hair. She does really great product reviews, posts pictures of her hair's progress and provides cool background info on natural products. I check the site like twice a day, even though she only updates a couple of times a week. Don't ask me why.

[yaya da costa]

  • Do you remember this woman from ANTM Cycle 3? She was moderately fierce then and she's full-blown amazingness now. I love her hair and the incredible diversity of kinky hair that she exemplifies.

I swear I only have like an inch of new growth and I'm already turning into Sista Soulja. When my hair is actually 100% natural you won't be able to stomach me, lol.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Times, They Are A-Changin'

Ok, enough of the silence because I've got BIG news...I'm moving! 

Yep, yep, NYC will be in my rearview mirror come January as I'll be taking up a post at a women's mag down in Washington, DC. I'm uber-excited to go "home" and enjoy all the luxuries medium-city livin' has to offer (car, one-bedrooms, washer and dryer in house, etc, etc, etc). 

At the top of the year I'll be packing up my little Focus  (I just got it this week and I'm soooo in love with it, lol) and moving into a cute little spot in Silver Spring, Md. After years of reading design zines like Blueprint and domino, what I'm most, most, most excited about is getting to decorate my place from scratch. It's pretty small (check the pics below) and has a layer of the dreaded suburban carpet, but I'm up for the challenge of still making it look cool, urban, and chic, just like it's owner ;) 

[the living room, via the apt's website. please disregard the ugly furniture and plants]

[the bedroom. same with the furniture]

Luckily, one of my best buds, the genius behind Chestnut Orange, is also embarking on the one bedroom dance for the first time and is similarly design-obsessed. We've decided to kind of tag-blog about our adventures in home-land, complete with pics of the new digs. Keep a lookout for pics of the bare apartment next year, after I officially move in.

with lots of love,