never tell her she’s pretty for a black girl.
I went to predominately white schools all my life and this guy I knew told me this all throughout middle and high school. I don’t know what he was trying to accomplish by saying it, but I had the feeling he wanted me to thank him…like he felt that a white boy calling me a pretty black girl would validate my self worth or something. I don’t know. It always made me feel horrible though, so I never did thank him or show him any attention, but I also never called him out on it. That’s one thing I really regret, but I can definitely say today that if anyone ever says that to me again, I will not be shy about doing it because I didn’t ask for their approval and I don’t need it.
…Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the gods,
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game.
(photo by lorraine hudgins)
I don’t know why this wasn’t already on my blog
Today my dad left some boiling eggs on the stove for so long that they exploded—yes exploded—and almost started a fire before my sister found them. If you think rotten eggs cause a horrible smell, try burning some. The stench was so disgusting and so potent, that it woke me from my sleep in a room where the door was closed and on a higher level than the kitchen. We opened the windows and had to use a lampe berger in every room of those house to try to get the smell out and it’s still not completely gone.
This was one of those things that you don’t have to be too far removed from to actually laugh…because it just happened this morning and I’m already cracking up. I probably wouldn’t be laughing as much though if it had caught the house on fire, but one pot lost isn’t too bad.