Monday, May 6, 2013
Well damn! Its been almost 2 years since I last bloggeded. That's a major feat for me seeing how I always have so much to say but so few words to use. Anyways, since I will now be working 3rd shift and will need something to keep me occupied for almost 9 hours, I figured I might as well get back on my blog shit. I don't have anything to blog about yet, just checking in. I'm sure that will change in a few hours. Til then, TTYL.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
So the Facebook guy decided to make some new improvements to stalkbook. He also decided to have a press conference about the whole thing. First off let me say how much I think creepbook is annoying the hell out of me. I do not care who commented on whose status, nor do I care about who is friends with who. I truly don't care about that bullshit. But yet facebook has once again managed to make my whole fucking life available to whomever knows the people that know me. They don't even have to be my friend to know what my fb statuses are. Why? Because all they have to do is check the right hand side of their page and see what our mutual friend wrote on my status. Fuckin neat right? FUCK YOU! Not only that, I got FB suggesting I should be friends with pedophiles simply because some of my mutual friends are friends with a pedophile. No way bro. NOT INTERESTED. Hows about this Facebook, hows about you not make any suggestions for me and let me make those decisions for myself. If I wanted to tag somebody in my pics, I know how to do that. I'm not a retard. I've been making profile pages since I was 15 and joining yahoo chatroom gangs (if you've never done that, you are a loser lol). I don't need your help bro.
I know I sound like a lil spoiled brat, but I just don't care about half the shit people post on Facebook. I really don't. People put too much personal shit on there like we truly care about what you're smoking or drinking tonight or how much you hate your boyfriend or girlfriend. WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT. Well at least I don't. If it wasn't for my grandmothers and other family members I would get rid of Facebook all together. Facebook should take a hint from twitter and allow people to only say shit in 120 characters or less. You can only get out so much dumb shit when you are only allowed so much space. Just sayin. So with that being said, I am going to go tweet something awesome about how Facebook sucks and how I want the "old" Facebook back lol.
Hey if you're free follow me on twitter @teshaMANTOOTH
Sunday, June 26, 2011
So I don't know if I've blogged about me going damn near bald to embrace my nappiness yet, but I'm blogging about it now.
Back August of last year I decided that I wanted to go natural. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it means that I wanted to stop using relaxers to achieve the straightened look on my hair. The reason for the decision was because while I was pregnant I didn't relax my hair and I could see how much my hair had grown in its natural state. Well because I was so accustomed to relaxing my hair as soon as I got the chance to get that lye up in my hair, I jumped at it. Not even 2 weeks after I gave birth I relaxed my hair. A few days later I made the decision to go natural. I got on the youtubes (as the kids say it) and watched hours upon hours of videos of women making that transition into being natural.
I assumed that going natural would be a quick and easy thing because....well just because I thought it would be....
Let me give you a little background on me and my hair. My first relaxer came when I was about 7 or 8, I hated every moment of it. I remember that evil bitch who put it in leaving it in way to fucking long and burning my ears and scalp. Every 6 weeks or so it was back to the store for some Just For Me. Around age 8 my hair began to break off in clumps and I would have bald spots in the middle and back of my head. My mom decided to take me to the salon and get a Jheri Curl to, I guess, even my hair out. Let me tell you that was the worst 2 years of my life. I got my first weave at age 10, at this point my hair was falling out even more, but who cares because I had a fake ponytail now so none of the kids could make fun of my bald spots.
During middle school my hair would have its stages of being healthy and then breaking off. Once I hit high school, nobody (and I mean NOBODY) ever saw my real hair. NEVER!! So from 1997 to 2010 nobody had ever seen my real hair except my mom and whoever it was that did my hair.
Yeaaa so about this natural thing.... the first month I wore a wig because I couldn't even think about somebody seeing my natural hair. NO FUCKIN WAY DUDE! During that month, all I did was watch youtube. All these videos about chicks cutting their hair off and just going into the world all willy nilly and what not. I knew for a fact I was not about to walk the streets semi-hair naked. Nope, not me son. In November I cut all the relaxer out of my hair pretty much down to the scalp. Still rocking my wigs, I didn't tell anybody. With the encouragement from my mother and boyfriend, I decided to just go to work one day without the wig and be my newly short haired self. I got the typical "Oh My God you cut your hair?" comments, but nothing negative. From then on I have yet to put any weave or relaxer in my hair and I actually think my self esteem has gone up just a smidge. My hair is a lot healthier than it was when I would relax it. Its still not at the length where I can actually pull off any styles. Well, I can't really do hair anyways so I guess I will never be at that point lol.
I've also noticed that a lot of black women in commercial these days tend to be more natural girls than processed chicks with half a head of Indian baby hair. The movement is alive and well and I love it lol. I wish more black women and other women of color could embrace this because I think they would definitely love the results of healthy unprocessed hair. Either way, I can say that I am now part of that natural girl bandwagon and make to plans to fall off.
My lovely 3 year old nephew is in town for a few weeks and as always he has said something that his awesome mommmy has taught him. "Ew, black is ugly. I ain't black".
Now let me tell you what caused him to say this. I put the tv on Yo Gabba Gabba for him and I said how I love DJ Lance Rock. Well my nephew told me that DJ Lance was black, and I told him so was he as well as my daughter and myself. He had a fit. "I AIN'T BLACK, I'M PUERTO RICAN!!!!". I reassured him that, yes, you are Puerto Rican, but you are also black because your daddy is black. "No black is ugly. I don't want to be black".
I can remember when his lovely non-bipolar mom was knocked up would discuss with my brother how she better not give birth to a dark skinned baby or a baby with nappy hair. She wanted to have a baby that didn't look black. I mean that's kind of a dumb ass statement seeing how she chose to go raw with my brother who is nowhere near being light. I have met many of spanish women that only dated black men that would say things like that all the time. I don't understand the logic behind it. You don't want a black child but you increase your odds of giving birth to one because you only sleep with black men. What makes it worse is the fact that the hatred is being passed down to their children, but now it has turned into self hatred. At only 3 years old, my nephew considers 1/2 of himself to be disgusting.
A few years back when I was working with middle schoolers there was this young Dominican girl that would cling to me all day. One day she asked me what my nationality was and I told her I was Black American and she was just like "ew, I would keep that to myself". I was kind of shocked she would say that, one because she was darker than I am and two because, who the hell says that? I asked her why would I keep that to myself? I love being black. She said nobody wants to be black and that its nasty. I told her that she was black too, she just spoke Spanish. She became highly upset. Like licherally pissed off that I would insult her like that. No lie, she didn't talk to me for the rest of the week after that.
I don't know if its just the pro-black in me or if I'm just sensitive to things like this, but I honestly feel hurt by situations like this. More hurt with my nephew because I know that as he gets older he is going to have more of the opinions like his mother as opposed to the ones like myself. No matter what I still love him. His mom can go to hell though. LMAO!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Ah man. So I have a rant of sorts or maybe not even a rant. Its more like an observation kinda. I've noticed that a lot of single black mothers treat their sons like they are their boyfriend or husbands. The man of the house if you will.
I understand that it may be hard to find a man that is acceptable by your standards, but there is no need to try and make your son the man of your dreams. Its ridiculous and setting him up for failure. Some of these boys grow up to be men that can't deal with day to day goings on unless their mommy is there to coddle them and kiss their booboos away. Always in need of mommy's approval.
These men have issues with women that don't cater to their every single request. The men that put mommy before their own home. Some people may not see a problem with that, but in real life that hinders romantic relationships because nobody will ever be mommy-like for them.
I know being a single mother is a hard job and raising a male is even harder, but don't try to make your son the man you wish you could have simply because it makes you feel wanted. You should focus on making your son the best person he can be in society. Its way to many "perfect men" that can't hold a job, or that can't take care of a family because the only thing they know how to do was be mommy's lil man.
There is nothing wrong with putting your children first, but there is absolutely nothing right with making your son think he is the only man for you. No woman wants to date a man that dates his mom. Think about it, you would never date a man that spent all his time talking to or about his mom. So do us all a favor and raise your sons, not as your boyfriend, but as your son.