Reflections on The Help

So I finally sat down to watch the film, The Help.  I thought about the heat in Georgetown, SC...that Africa heat that saturates the soul.  I thought about how hate to move around in that heat.  I thought of my granny walking those 11 miles to Huntington Beach to tend the homes of white families I am certain resemble those in the movie.  I thought about the home of one woman who walked out of her panties and left them for my mother to pick up.  I thought about how the man of the house spoke to my auntie when she read the newspaper before him.  How she was scolded for even unfolding the paper...told to mind her place. 

I have never walked to any job in my entire life.  The closest job to my granny that I've ever held was as a childcare provider.  I respect the women in my family who understand the work and the struggle.

Reflections of Stagnation

I am stuck. 

I need to find another job.
I need to buy another car.
I need to make more money.
I need to make sure that my child gets into a decent college.

I need to find another job after I get another car.
I need to make sure that the new job pays me more money so that I can have medical insurance.
I need to have medical insurance so that I can take care of my child TMJ concerns.

I put it out there with the prayer of Jabez on the tip of my tongue.

Open Letter to SlutWalk

http://newblackman.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-letter-from-black-women-to.html?spref=fb


We had a heated spirited discussion about her reaction to the article. 

I am a third wave feminist. 

My daughter is a fourth wave feminist. 

There is so much more I could write...but it would be there for everyone to see.  I will say that we are works in progress and leave it at that.

I'm Coming Back

It has been a while since my last post.  I have experienced this magical time thief called Tumblr that has captured my attention with the pic and articles.  I will attempt to build a presence with words.  That is all.

I'll bet he had more ass than a toilet seat...LOL.

MINNIE