‘Light Girls’: The Ugly, The Bad, and The Good (Part 3)
ats off to all of you guys who have stuck with keeping up on this review series from the...
ats off to all of you guys who have stuck with keeping up on this review series from the...
With "The Ugly" part of the documentary discussed and out of the way, we are now met with parts of it that could have used a little work. Here are "The Bad" portions of the documentary that stood out most to me....
[W]hen colorism takes its hold in the black community, nobody wins. Not the light skinned girl. Not the dark-skinned girl. Not the black men that also span the color spectrum. But even with its divisive nature, those with lighter skin are afforded privileges that those with darker hues do not have. To say that the "Light Girls" documentary did a superb job executing the points above would be a lie....
hen I was about 7 years old, I realized I was black. No, I did not go through some...
When you’re a dark-skinned, black 20-something living your life in America, you really don’t expect to see or hear your narrative being told by mainstream media. You hardly see the normal, everyday life of a dark-skinned black woman being depicted in the media we consume, a truth that helps to reinforce the close-minded perception we have of them when they’re encountered in public spaces. ...
Someone deliberately took the time to type "KKK pick up lines" in the search engine and of all the places, they ended up here....
"Women don't owe you niceness." This statement has been implied, perhaps even said, in response to men who think "hi" or "hello" isn't street harassment. This statement has come to mind with the dialogue that has flooded social media in response to the catcalling video. This statement has made me look at my personal experiences and the experiences of others to see if this idea holds any water....
For many in the journey of self-discovery, the thought of being labeled is a major step backwards in our efforts. In the pursuit of our personal identity, some of us encounter labels like chain-linked fences...
My dear expat and blog friend, Molly, over at The Move to America is hosting a weekly Expat Link-Up...
I have two decades of life under my belt. Yet, it took me coming to America 12 years ago to realize, Wow…I’m black! It took me until three weeks ago for me to realize that I’m a black Christian. Never before have I ever attached my faith to my race nor did I see the reason to do so. But with the recent event in the American judicial system and the hurricane of responses to it, with the numerous debates of justice and race, I found myself in the turbulent storm of it all, trying to reconcil...