This woman’s worth

Do you ever wonder how much you’re worth?  What about that degree you worked so hard for…did it translate into cold hard cash, dollars in your hopefully not Wachovia or Washington Mutual very very safe bank account? Or did it amount to just being another piece of wasteful paper increasing the size of your environmental footprint.

On another note what about you, yourself as a commodity; do you ever wonder how you would translate into dollars and sense or I guess if we worked on a barter system would you be the diamonds or the dog leash? How long do you think you would sit on the shelf?  In these “harsh” economic times are black women like sub prime mortgages? Are we assets or a poor investment?

I cant help but feel as of late that black women particularly in California, a state known for its interracial dating and high number of mixed race people, are seen less and less as being desirable especially romantically and socially.  As I find myself in more social situations where African Americans do not constitute the majority I wonder if I am the Lisa Turtle in the room.  As much as we love our selves or proclaim we do I can’t help but feel like I, we, many black women are not considered a viable option.  Could it be our fierce dedication to “our” men, or the fear we instill as SBW(strong black women) that leaves us high and dry?

While I reluctantly am beginning to realize that black women are not the first round draft picks of the dating world, when it comes to corporate America or the boardroom, professionally how do we fare? Personally I feel that you are much more likely to see a black female CEO, manager, HNIC than you would see for example a black woman dating outside of her race.  Please correct me if I’m wrong, but whether that statistic is true or not, I think that perception, that black women are capable enough to run shit but do not make likely love interests, speaks volumes about our place on the desirability totem pole?

Do you find this horrifying….

Good thing we black women age well and we just like McDonalds hamburger patties will essentially look the same in 12 years…yeah take that, take that!

Ms. Tina makes it look easy…i’ll let ya’ll guess which one is older.

Whatever You Like

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone you
know that it ain’t nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
If you want it you can get it my dear
5 millions dollars homes drop the business i swear.
Yeah
I want yo body. I need yo body.
As long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it, i got it. Go get it, i’ll buy it
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet

-T.I Whatever You Like ©2008

I can’t lie I cant deny it I ❤ this song. Not in the Kanye West gold diggerian sense, or in the Karine Stevens I hope I can get insert >>famous name here<< to break me off and pay my rent and eat off writing books about him later kind of way. But I love it. I simply adore the fact T.I. can talk about being nice to a girl that he likes. He’s not talking about the smackin, hittin, shaking, or jiggling of her body parts. While the song is no monument to the multifaceted she ra warrior goddess child rearing pant wearing educated talented woman (girl power!), I am pleased to hear something from mainstream hip hip that can talk about treatin a woman nice. Takin her out to eat and not going dutch or likening treating to tricking if you know what I mean. T.I.’s rhymes celebrate allowing a woman to chose her meal sh*t even the continent she eats it in.

Yeah, I told y’all niggaz
about god damn takin’ them hoez to the Cheesecake Factory
Lettin’ them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps
They ain’t goin’ do nuthin’
but try to take all your motherfuckin’ cheese! (Yeah!)
-Big Boi (Outkast) We Love Deez Hoez (c)2008

I sometimes lament the fact that I am living in a world where doing something nice for a woman you care about is considered a sign of weakness, and that showing submission to a woman in any form is viewed as a chink in a man’s manly armor. When showing a woman NO LOVE is considered acceptable and even preferable I cringe, and the probability of my being able to procreate plummets along with the DOW and Wachovia’s stocks.

So next on my list of things to Bring Back is cordiality, affection, and the visual embodiment of that affection in a free meal or something shiny. Until this proposed renaissance occurs I will just day dream about it. (sigh…I wish I was Zaria from parenthood…a girls gotta have dreams!)