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Raising Boys: Are You Teaching Your Son How NOT To Rape?

I was sitting with my computer the other day, just scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard like I usually do. I like to look at pictures of cats, funny animated .gifs and pretty clothes and natural hair. Zone out and appreciate some beauty, ya dig? All of a sudden I saw a post entitled “Cockblocking Friends” that snatched me out of my Internet escape and threw me down hard into my own reality as a mom:

There was a young man, a young Black man, asking this question about why can’t he just have sex with drunk girls if he wants to do so? Why do the drunk girl’s girlfriends get in the way of that?

I was floored. I’ve been following this college student on Tumblr for a while based on the fact that he’s a young Black guy who seems to be enjoying his college experience and he’s from the DC Metro area. I like reading his posts about what he’s doing with his life. But this post was just jarring. He’s basically asking why can’t he be left to rape girls without interference. I immediately responded to him:

I responded to him because when I saw his post, I thought about my own son. My son is 13 years-old, but in a matter of just a few short years, he will be in “party” situations. Ratchet teenage male hormones, alcohol, Black hyper- masculinity and girls. Girls. Somebody’s daughters. Girls like my 18 year-old daughter. Girls like I used to be so long ago. I thought about how important it is that I have to teach my son NOT TO RAPE WOMEN. Thank God this young man was able to understand what I was telling him and thanked me for educating him. I wish he hadn’t had to get halfway through college and have a Stranger Lady On The Internet tell him it’s not ok to have sex with little drunk girls.

Oh yes. We who are parents of little boys have to teach them how to not to become violent sexual criminals. We have to teach them that early, and it’s never too early. When you teach them to listen to their friends’ words and respect them, you’re teaching your little boys not to rape. When you teach them that it’s not OK for ANYBODY to touch their body in a way that makes them uncomfortable, you are teaching them not to rape. When you emphasize how important it is to obtain consent from everybody about everything when it comes to their personhood, their belongings and their space, you are teaching your little boys not to rape. These are things I’ve taught my children from the time they were able to understand. That’s at about age two.

But now that they’re older and life situations are maturing right along with them, I have to teach them how to behave in specific situations. I teach my daughter about how to be aware in her comings and goings and of how other people are behaving in her environment. I teach her how to defend herself and to always to be ready to do so. And you know why I have to teach her that? Because there are VERY FEW folks who are teaching their sons to not sexually assault the women with whom they socialize. All the responsibility for preventing rape is being left with the victims and potential victims. 

Boys and young men are being advised to “shove girls up against the wall and stick their hands down her pants.” (see: $hort, Too) Boys and young men are being told that if a girl has had them lingering in the “Friend Zone” too long, it’s “time to get rapey” and “grab” some ass and/or titties. Yes, that did happen:

#Entitlement #NiceGuyMisogyny #AllegedJoke #NotFunny

Boys and young men are NOT being told how and why to NEVER TOUCH A DRUNK GIRL. This is utter bullshyt. Not only are the people who perpetuate this endangering girls and young women, they are endangering the boys and men who are the only ones who can effectively stop rape. They’re setting them up to become criminals and to end up on the wrong side of the law. That’s not the future I want for my son or anybody’s little boy that will become a man. Teaching Rape prevention tactics to boys needs to be a real thing and pursued with urgency by EVERYBODY EVERYWHERE. Especially if you are a man yourself, in a position of teaching boys at any age or stage of development.

 It’s not a joke and it’s not a game. Protect both girls AND boys. Instill a sense of humanity in your boys so they will see girls as people just like them, not props for their sexual pleasure or things that they are entitled to have just because they want it. #NoMatterHowLongTheyveBeenFriendsAndHeTreatedHerToCheddarBiscuits I never want to have that kind of man for a son. I never want to have to go visit him in prison, knowing he hurt women, so I’m going to do as much as I can to teach him how NOT TO RAPE.

 

~pbg

 

 

**Identities in this post have been hidden/obscured to protect the innocent, ignorant and insane. Act accordingly.

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Empowering The Pretty Brown Girl: I’m Not The Only PBG!!

Hello My Lovelies!

I just wanted to pass on this very important information that I received via email from the great folks at the Pretty Brown Girl brand…

Yes, I know what you’re thinking: “Girl, they have your name!” They do and when they contacted me, I thought they found me through a Google Alert wanted to sue me! I prayed to Jesus “PLEASE DON’T LET THESE GOOD BLACK FOLKS SUE ME!!” I certainly did ask them if they wanted to sue me over the “Pretty Brown Girl” moniker. Oh Lord, I would’ve been devastated! I’ve been using this “PBG” thing since 2006 on MySpace. But they assured me they didn’t want to sue me. They only wanted to see if I minded passing on the Good News about this adorable doll they’ve come up with to help their little daughters and Brown Girls everywhere embrace and celebrate being Pretty Brown Girls.

They didn’t have to ask me twice about that! They sent me this video to share. I love the story and concept behind the Pretty Brown Girl brand:

 

Pretty Brown Girl Brand Created by Metro Detroit Couple: MyFoxDETROIT.com

Real talk, Little Black Girls need this. Girls of Color need this. When everything around them is telling that what they are ISN’T beautiful, it is up to us to tell our girls that what they are is absolutely beautiful and they should always be proud. I applaud Sheri and Corey Crawley for doing just that for their girls and now, ALL the Girls of Color with this doll and all that goes along with it.

There will be an OFFICIAL Pretty Brown Girl Day on Saturday, February 25, 2012, celebrating the beauty and awesomeness of little girls of color! If you love a Pretty Brown Girl, take time out to tell how great they are. Go to the Pretty Brown Girl website and check out their pledge of empowerment and buy some of the merchandise-T-shirts, doll, bags, umbrellas. All of that neat stuff!

Yes, I do see that Mama and the girls have straightened hair and I can admit that it DID activate my Side-Eye, but I won’t let that damper my enthusiasm for this brand. At least the doll has tight curly hair, right? And I STILL hope they don’t sue me!! LOL!

 

~pbg

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My Name Is My Name: Kill The Random Apostrophe

 

For some reason, some of the parents of the kids in my class at work have decided that my first name requires an apostrophe. Not that I’ve ever on that job or any time in my entire life written or signed my name like this:

Ca’Shawn

But apparently, folks at the job place assume that my name is supposed to look like that. Why? I feel like it has EVERYTHING to do with the fact that I am a Black Girl and the assumptions people like to make about our names. Say what you will about me and my assumptions, but there is nothing you can say that will make me think otherwise. People swear they know Black Girls, despite the fact that we are erased and disregarded more than anybody else on the planet.

And more than I hate seeing that Random Apostrophe just thrown into my name, I hate that the assumption is made that it should be there, especially if you’ve never seen it before.

FACT: I am too old to have a Random Apostrophe in my name. 

I am of the generation of Random Capitalizations. Black Girls born between 1969 and 1982 don’t have Random Apostrophes in our names. That particular brand of creativity wasn’t even en vogue yet. But I can’t tell you how many LaJuans, LaShawns, LaRaes, ShaRondas, etc that I went all through school with over the years.

 

Random Apostrophes weren’t hot in the streets until well into the ’80s. This is a Black History Month. Get familiar with our culture if you’re gonna deal with me!

But yeah, kill the Random Apostrophe, because I’m a Black Girl Gen Xer and my name is my name.

 

~pbg

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Soul Train Is Where First I Fell In Love & Found My Beauty: RIP Don Cornelius

I was at work sitting in the break room checking my Facebook when I found out via my newsfeed that Don Cornelius had died today, in an apparent suicide. Just in case you’re totally un-hip and an unprecedented BAMMA, Don Cornelius created “Soul Train” back in the early 1970s and for decades it was the #1 place on TV to showcase Black Music and all other elements of Black Culture, from, fashion, hairstyles, language, dance, etc. Go check it out on Youtube and get your entire life!

It was such a shock that I felt like someone had kicked me in the gut. All the air was knocked out of me. The legendary creator and host of Soul Train was gone, and in such a sad way. I said a quick prayer for a Peaceful Journey, hoping that whatever sadness enveloped him to the point of suffocation had finally released him in transition. Depression hurts, y’all. Sometimes folks believe that killing themselves is the only way to make the pain go away. Please remember to Love. Always in every way.

Then I started to think about what the iconic Black dance & music show Soul Train has meant to me in my life. It was a very vivid and important part of my early childhood. I remember that the very first time I’d ever laid eyes on Michael Jackson, it was when he was performing on Soul Train with his brothers. I think I was about 4 or 5 years old, so it had to have been 1977 or 1978 and I knew in that moment that I was in Love. Whatever Love means to a preschooler. But outside of that heart & soul-defining moment, I remember that Soul Train was the show that we watched on Saturdays after cartoons went off and we got to see all the singers and bands that we listened to on the radio and on albums any other time. This a period of time before music videos, so Soul Train is how I found out that Black artists were amazing and beautiful to look at. As I got a little older, I was REALLY into the hair/makeup/fashion of the women I saw dancing on Soul Train. Black Girls shaking their Groove Thang and being oh so flyy in the process! So much inspiration for a little Black Girl trying to find her beauty in the sea of Whiteness that is mainstream American media. Yes, Soul Train was as much a part of my growing up as double-dutch and roller skating were. Soul Train taught me to Body Roll! To this day, whenever I hit the dance floor and get into a good groove, I like to imagine myself as some Better Than Everything Black Girl dancing on Soul Train. Twirlin’. Dippin’ Low & Bringin’ It Back Up. We all have the innovation of Mr.Don Cornelius for that. I am so grateful for the legacy that he leaves behind. Thank you.

Here’s a clip I found of Mr.Don Cornelius going down the Soul Train Line, TWICE. He says it was his very first time! The man had some moves! Check it out:

~pbg

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