Sometimes, I just gotta admit…

Today, it occurred to me that we often have a hard time accepting things in our lives. Sometimes, we feel conflicted by the way we think and/or feel about stuff or about the people in our lives, and even how to go about dealing with things. I think much of it has to do with the way that we have been trained at home and socialized in society. Whether we’re slaves to what we’ve come to believe is “appropriate” or “acceptable” behavior or if we just don’t give a effe…sometimes, we just gotta come clean about some shit. Some times the only remedy for dealing with internal conflict is simply putting it out there. So, in an attempt to come clean about a few things, I’ve compiled a short list of things that you may or may not have known about me.

1. I hate kids. Now I know you’re probably thinking that I feel this way because I’m young and I don’t have any myself, but the truth is I want to be a mother. I just really hate kids. I’ll admit that my hate is specific and targeted at other people’s bad ass kids, but nonetheless, I find myself really despising the little shits I encounter in my daily travels. I mean, sometimes I daydream about doing serious harm to some of the kids I see.

2. I’m hella color struck. I got a forreal dislike, distaste and somewhat of a distrust of light-skinned black folk. Now, I know that statement is highly problematic, but it’s the way I feel most of the time. I just think that more times than not, light-skinned folk think that they are better than other people.

3. No matter what people say, nor how problematic Oprah really is, I don’t hate her. Her show and magazine may cater to middle class and wealthy white soccer moms and her politics may be out of the scope of what I find acceptable, but I ultimately don’t begrudge her success. And I certainly don’t hold her to any standard of what she should be doing with her time, money and/or energy that I don’t find applicable to all black folks. Yeah, some people have far more resources than others, but at the end of the day, uplifting the race, giving back to the community, advancing social justice and basic human decency is a shared responsibility that we must all carry.

4. I love Whitney and Bobby. I think that if we ever need an example of true love, we should all look to Bobby and Whitney for the lesson. Say what you want about them. You might call them crazy, crackheads, and whatnot, but don’t ever say that they don’t love each other. Regardless of the drama, the drugs and the countless run-ins with the law, what they have is REAL. It may not look like the love we are taught to believe exists, but if love is this intense, illogical emotion that makes you do crazy things, than why do people hate on them??

5. And since I’m talking about Whitney, I think that she is the most dependable beyotch in the industry. When Whitney makes an appearance at an event, she makes an appearance for that ass. If she’s gonna cut a fool, she will cut a fool, and then give you a little taste of what’s left of her vocals, and still blow every Ciara, Ashanti, and other no-singing wannabe divas out the box…and all is right with the world.

6. I was never a big fan of Run DMC. Now, if it’s one thing that anybody that reads this blog knows, it’s that I’m a huge hip hop fan. I love hip hop and all things hip hop. As an early fan and consumer of the music and the whole culture, I just never cared much for Run DMC’s style or catalog.

7. No matter how much I’ve tried, I just don’t get football and I mean that on so many levels. Not only do I not understand the rules and logistics of the sport, I just truthfully don’t get why people find it an entertaining sport. I ain’t hating, but I just don’t get the thrill of it. I have had countless folk try to teach me the game, including my mother, who is the ultimate sports fan. My mother, a former basketball player herself, loves football, basketball and baseball; and understands them all well enough that she could likely coach the worst team in any one of the leagues right into the playoffs. But anyway, football just don’t do it for a sistah, now football players…that some other, cause I loves me a big dark brotha!

8. I might be going to hell for this one…but every time I hear Kirk Franklin’s new song, Looking For You, I come real close to doing the booty hop. The beat is so hot that I sometimes forget it’s a gospel song.

So there you have it….feel free to come clean!