Friday, July 24, 2009

Affirmative Action and Me





Affirmative Action: positive steps aimed at increasing the inclusion of historically excluded groups in employment, education and business. Such steps are not designed to offer preferential treatment to, or exclude from participation, any group. To the contrary, Affirmative Action policies are intended to promote access for the traditionally underrepresented through heightened outreach and efforts at inclusion.

Definition taken from the
American Association for Affirmative Action


To be honest…I don’t know how I feel about Affirmative Action. It has had a really negative effect on me but, by the same token, I can see its purpose pretty clearly. Personally, it has clouded my perception of myself and my sense of self worth to a huge degree. Every step I take, every opportunity I get, I have to wonder if I’m only getting it because I am black and because I am a woman; the higher I go, the worse this gets. I know…I know! People have been fighting in this country for ages for leaps towards equality and here I am complaining that a major move towards it is ruining my life. But let me give you a peek into what I mean.

While I enjoyed my time immensely at Dartmouth and proved my worth by keeping an above B average (I had a rough first year…), I always felt that the white, more privileged students were often thinking that I had only gotten in because of affirmative action. Now, to be honest, I’m sure they weren’t even worried about me or what I was doing there, but I always felt that I had to represent black women (and black people) positively. I had to show them that the negative portrayals in movies and on t.v. were not correct! Again…I was probably imagining their thoughts of me but the
pressure was so immense.

As I neared graduation and we began to look for jobs…I was told by several people that the fact that I’m a black person AND a woman would bode well for me in the professional marketplace. Someone referred to it as “killing two birds with one stone”; it would be better for the company to hire a black woman rather than a black man and a white woman… what the hell? Now, I have to be honest. In high school and college, I hated the notion that the color of my skin would take me further than someone who might be more qualified than I. I didn’t want anything handed to me on a platter; I just wanted to get in on my own merit. Now…now that I realize how hard it is to break into the professional world without strong background references…fuck it. At my current job, there are a lot of young blacks like me here trying to break into law school and, quite frankly, this will look good on our resumes. From what I can tell, we are all qualified young blacks who come from middle to lower-class backgrounds. No one has a parent that attended Harvard Law or who works as a lawyer or judge currently. Not having a background or a strong reference to break into this bloated field means that a lot of people will get overlooked (think: those questions on college/law school apps- Has anyone in your family attended ______ Law?). If being black will get my foot in the door and make them take a closer look at me…I’ll take it. I don’t want to be accepted just because of my color or sex…
I just want to be considered!



So I guess affirmative action is a good and bad thing. Good because it forces companies to diversify and have people of all backgrounds and upbringings and levels the playing field for those who may not have even been considered for schooling or a job. Bad because it allows people that hold racist ideals to have more fuel against those that they view as lesser than them and lowers the self esteem and self worth of those who may feel that an opportunity has only arisen due to their skin color, sex, sexual preference or whatever.

Double-edged sword I guess. I know…I know…damn women/minorities are never satisfied!


Interesting
article about affirmative action in the Supreme Court and why affirmative action is better as a race-based system.

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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Off My Chest

I'm suffering and struggling to keep my eyes open because I couldn't sleep last night.... I have held this in for so long but I have to get it off of my chest.

When I was in college... a close friend of mine was raped. It was a horrible situation and it still haunts me as I’m sure it does her. I have these dreams...they will come out of nowhere…I’ll have had a happy day and be on my way to bed and then the next morning I’m so tired and stressed and I have snippets of the dream playback in my mind. Oh I had that dream again.

There’s so much guilt involved in this…sometimes I’m able to repress it and I can go months without thinking about it… It will always be with me though because there is so much regret and it was never officially closed in the manner that I would like. That and the fact that, had I been a better friend and more careful, the situation probably wouldn’t have happened. She was soooo drunk and was having a good time dancing in a pretty small party. About thirty minutes later, I realized she was gone and called her cell phone. Maybe she headed home to sleep it off I thought. I had this sinking feeling though and something told me to go and look for her.

The party was in what we called the NAD (Native American House on campus) and I had never been in there, so, although it was a small house, I didn't know what all of the rooms were. I made my way upstairs...peeking in open doorways...listening at doors. I heard nothing. I headed downstairs; there was a door that lead to a room that looked like the storage room in my own building so I assumed it was locked. If only I had opened that door...

My dreams of this situation haunt me; I wake up with tears streaming down my face and in actual physical and emotional distress. If I had just opened that fucking door I could have saved her!!! After I wake up, I force myself to think the situation through, to imagine what I would have done to this asshole if I had walked in. She had been dancing with him all night and had snuck out of the party to make out with him. She told him from the jump that she didnt want to have sex and when things started progressing, she tried to leave the situation. He was able to hold her there and do his dirt. If I had walked into the door, I would have killed him. Maybe its a good thing I didn't because there's no way I could have controlled my rage. I see myself picking up a broom or some object and swinging it baseball style across the side of his head. Or tackling him and wailing on him with my fists- releasing all the anger I had from my own similar situation. I'm so angry-
why couldnt I have just opened the fucking door?

She told me that it hurt so badly that she blacked in and out of it but awoke to him getting dressed. He was telling her that it wasn't rape because she agreed to it and that she should stop crying. He gave her his cell phone number...he actually put it in the phone for her... See, he said, if I raped you...why would I give you my number? Dumb ass. He then left the room. She sat there crying for a bit...staring at the ruined couch cushions. Looking back, there was sooo much blood. She then flipped the cushion over and came to find me. I had already headed home and was talking with my friends when she called me. The moment I heard her voice, I knew something was wrong. I ran out of the room, probably scaring the shit out of my friends, and ran to her. She was at the entrance to our building but couldn’t get in. Blood on her pants. I knew...there was no need to ask. I said Where is he...where did it happen? and she motioned to the NAD, conveniently across the street from where I lived. I ran up to the door and started banging as hard as I could. I didnt know the code and couldnt get in and I didnt give a fuck that it was 4 am. Someone opened the door confused; they were still cleaning up from the party. I ran down to the basement and burst in the door. Some guys were on that couch! They didnt realize that they were sitting on a crime scene! I said "Move.." and flipped the cushion over. They were startled. I called Safety and Security and a female officer showed up within minutes. She came in and saw the cushion and we headed to the hospital where we spent the day doing a rape kit and checking her out. She got medicine for all of the STDs and got some cream for the rips and tears in her private area and for the bleeding. I feel like a horrible friend because I was zoning in and out at the hospital- I had been drinking pretty heavily that night as well- but I was doing my best to be there for her. We were there so long...until like 11 the next morning.

I regret the whole fucking thing but I definitely regret flipping the couch cushion over in front of those NAD guys. They figured it out and got him off campus and home to Maryland or wherever the fuck he was from....He wasn't a student...just some idiot up there for a party weekend...

I wish I had opened the door. Even if I had killed him and was rotting in jail for my crime...it would have been worth it.

If you're reading this, I'm sorry...call/e-mail me! I miss you...








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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My Turn to Sin...???

Ok so Atlantic City isn't as glam or debaucherous as Vegas, the ultimate City of Sin...But it's where people in the North East go on weekends to be bad and blow some cash on a little bit of chance.

I guess it's MY turn to be bad...I was in AC on from Friday to Sunday. And let me tell you...


Absolutely nothing bad happened except for getting carsick on the way down. I hate traffic. I hate it even more when people that think they can weave start weaving when in fact they suck at it. And to add to it, the driver keeps flirting with me even though I'm in the backseat forcing myself to sleep.

I was down at AC for a convention for the company that I work part-time for. It's a really big event with about 20,000 people in attendance. It was packed Friday evening and it was a MADHOUSE on Saturday as everyone was at the doors at least 3 hours early (read 6AM) to get good seats. My god. Some of these teams were HUGE!!! Like a few hundred deep! Those are the big money maker teams and very naturally extra gung-ho about being there. The team I'm on is much smaller. Maybe 40 people in attendance. We were pretty excited to be there. I think we were mostly feeding off of the general energy in the convention hall. Even so, I could NOT stay awake for the life of me. Speakers were blaring. 6 jumbo screens were flashing. People were whoopin and hollerin. I'm knocked the F out in my seat. SMH

Lunch break rolled around and I made the decision to skip out on the second half of the day because I wanted to hangout with the family I have in AC and the original plan was to leave for NYC that day with the same ride. But right before lunch, my ride motioned to me asking if I wanted to go eat with him. But UGH. I was cranky because I was tired and the face he made when me tapped me awake was damn disgusting to me. I don't want to explain it because that would require me to do a play by play total recall of that ughtastic expression. SHUDDER. So I decided AGAINST eating lunch with him. (I don't want to throw up a $20 lunch. So expensive to eat there. That's another difference between AC and Vegas, I heard.) I walked all the way back to my uncle's house. Had a good hearty FREE lunch. My aunt convinced me to stay another night so I decided to go back and attend the second half of the day. I was more awake this time and definitely got more out of it. It was fun! I felt a little more motivated to be a money maker.

Overall though, the company seemed even MORE cult-ish after the convention. They're really big on praise which is great because how often do you get to work at a company that praises you for accomplishing anything, let alone the littlest thing like getting the required licensing to even start making money. Maybe it was the filter and the zoom on the cameras they used there. It made the broadcast look like the sermons we see on TV on Sunday mornings and late at night. I'm not too keen on religion so it just weirded me out a little.

Anyway, after the convention was over, I went shopping with three of my four cousins that live in AC. (They ditched the youngest one when they met up with me! So mean!) They cleaned me out! Granted I only brought a hundred dollars with me and I gambled $5 on the Roulette table the night before. Hahaha We had fun though. I got them some clothes and I made it up to the littlest one when we all went to the Pier after dinner and let him pick out some gummi candies at the Sugar store. They're so cute sometimes. Hahaha

Went to my uncle's new house the next morning and paid my respects to my grandpa at the altar. Ate an early lunch and got on the bus to come back to NYC. I had a 3 hour chat with the older Jamaican man next to me. Very interesting life. Trevor David. If anyone knows about him, let me know. He has some incredible stories about his life and his family. Just wondering if it's all true (the NYer in me will always initially doubt people). It doesn't matter too much either way. It was a fun chat so the ride was very bearable.

That was my weekend in AC. The debauchery didn't even happen until Sunday night in Harlem...But that's another story for another day ;)

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Chris Brown Apologizes

Breaking news! Chris Brown has released a public video apology for the February assault on singer Rihanna. Rihanna's name was mentioned outright in the video and he expresses remorse for the night that changed his life and career in a very real way. Do you believe he is being genuine? Are you ready to forgive him? Do we as 3rd party fans/spectators even need this apology? Will or should his career rebound? Let us know what you think!





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Patience is a VIRTUE! Believe it!

Guys, it's been 8 months since I've had formal employment. 8 months.

I still haven't reached broke yet, although I am MIGHTY MIGHTY close...(and I just got my health insurance and cell phone bills in the mail!). Even so, I'm ecstatic to report that I'm finally making progress.

You don't know how many stressful nights, arguments with the family, and self-doubt/anger sessions I've been through. Certainly, I know that I'm a marketable employee, but the market just wasn't biting my bait...it was making me skeptical of my quality as a worker and lowered my standards regarding my employment expectations.

Last week, however, I got an unusual push from...God only knows...to be still more proactive in my search and broaden my application process. I gave my resume to a few individuals, went to some incredible career fairs, and today I woke up to an email box full of application responses. I know that had any one of the "administrative assistant," "sales," "Monster marketing positions (aka sketchy sales jobs)" replied to me and presented an offer, I would have accepted in haste. Consequently, I would have never applied for or currently be interviewing for these new and more exciting positions. Also, my music demo project would have probably been scrapped yet again just so I could make a few dollars and fit comfortably into society once more.

I'm telling you...Trust me...
Patience, my friends, can be painful but it pays off. I'm not saying that my employment status has officially changed; THAT will be broadcast from the HIGHEST mountain when it happens, you already know, haha. All I'm saying is it's true that every cloud has a silver lining, and a rebound is ALWAYS possible.

Two weeks ago I wrote a Friday entry about motivating and just getting things done. Well, I've been taking my own advice and seeking some strong wisdom. The short term results are already better than what I've been seeing for months now.

Guys, do what you NEED to do to get where you want to be. Don't only do what you WANT to do, because you'll likely end up not far from where you are now.

Thanks all and Be well,
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

*Highlights* - Sex. Real Talk.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Health class would have been more engaging if they had this vid in high school

Sex Ed. R. Kelly style



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*Highlights*- MMM Sprite!!!




Why is America so prude on their commercials....this is hilarious! Granted...I dont want Sprite now...

5/5 For...Swallowing?


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