A Brutal Murder in NYC: Some Women Better Wake Up!

Bellydancer quote – on why it’s good to be selfish:

That is why I think some black women are afraid of BWE women is because they are tired of their trifling sons and other male relatives living and mooching off them and are looking at us like why don’t you want to take them off our hands. I have read where BWE are selfish and self serving because we put ourselves first. We are not trying to serve a dying community that does not benefit us.

If you go to school and succeed you are looked at like you are crazy cuz black men can’t keep up. Not my problem try harder. Just because I did not help you with your homework while you partied that does not make me selfish. I do not understand the woman/jock thing at these colleges. Why the hell are you doing this man’s school work just so he can play sports.

Some women better wake up!

Why did I use that quote? Let’s realize that if certain types of black males (see below) cannot live parasitically off of black women, they will turn to (or on) another group of women flattered and later trapped by their attention.

Described as “charming” and a “ladies man”, a black male is persuaded by his father to turn himself in after allegedly killing his girlfriend.

In the NY Post, a “brotha” (Paul Barrera, 33 years old) stabs a white girl (Sara Coit, 23 years old) with such violence, using 8 knives, that she’s nearly decapitated, leaving her organs outside the body.

According to the article:

The attack was so grisly, it left a piece of a knife lodged in her head.

For those who fret over the well being of black-women-hating black males, must realize that if they don’t love black women, it certainly might not be love they feel for white women either. Keep in mind that they hate all women. What black women are spared from (when we have the sense to run from these violent, dangerous lunatics) they will turn onto the next group of women, or victims, if you prefer.

Here are some money quotes from a friend about the situation:

“Sarah was trying to get away,” said Blum, who called the 33-year-old Barrera a freeloader and said he took advantage of Coit for years.

“He was awful. He gave you bad vibes instantly. He was horrible. He was controlling over her . . . He broke her computer when she wouldn’t let him use it. He would take her BlackBerry for a week at a time, saying she didn’t need to use it,” Blum said.

Her friends saw the abuse.

The neighbors heard the abuse.

But when she was ready leave, she couldn’t get away.

Remember this the next time someone calls you selfish. You are looking out for number one by not letting a controlling man-child run and ruin your life.

This other story, I got from What About Our Daughters (on Facebook), is about a sista doing everything for her man-child, and he thanked her with a murder-suicide.

She was moving on up with her life, and he couldn’t bear it.

Dannette Willory (Photo courtesy of The Miami Herald)

Note: There are some abbreviations here and in the comments section I’d like to define. Sometimes I forget people may not know the meanings.

BWE – black women’s empowerment. A name for blogs that discuss black women’s issues from a point of view of doing what’s best for black women first and sometimes only.

DBR – damaged beyond repair, usually describing men, but plenty of women fit this category.

BM – black male / black man.

BW – black women.

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For Black Women: When White Men Are Buddies With a “Brotha”

When a white man is buddies with a “brotha”, I know I don’t want him. The white guy doesn’t have to “hate” black men, but if he’s one of those white guys who feels like he needs to have street cred, or likes to call black men “brothas”, then I don’t wanna see ya. I want a guy who is “white.” He must be all the whiteness he can be: Abercrombie and Fitch, Brooks Brothers type of man, yo.

So if a white man is getting even within firing range of the toxic zone misogynistic mentality of some of these black male cretins, that tells me his mind is getting polluted with vicious anti-bw propaganda. And I’ve met my share who wanna be down with the homies.

Oh, hell no. Go away.

Why?

Well, looky-looky here. I want to bring your attention to this comment by Paul G. all excerpted from Clutch online. His comment is part of the article: The View From the Other Room: What White Men Think About Dating Black Women.

By the way, I rarely read their comments section, it’s always the same eight people.

Here’s what Paul G. said about black women (the brackets are my comments):

It’s not the media that scares me away from not wanting to date a black women, it’s black men that make me think differently.

[GoldenAh: Are you really this simpleminded?]

I say that to say this, and I’m only giving you my observation… I see a lot of black men running around with a white girl on their arm, which is fine, but when I’ve sat down with brothers and asked them why they don’t like dating black women, they always have something negative to say about you guys, whether it be your attitude, your jealousy, or the thought that you guys want to play the man of the house. I don’t need to watch to TV to see what I can see when I walk down the block. But I don’t have to buy into that either, which I don’t, but I am aware of what’s being said about yall by your own men.

[GoldenAh: They are not my men, or our men. And that, dear Sir, is the problem right there.]

It’s a shame to see that. – Paul G.

I don’t know the man. I’ve skimmed over the comments of all of the white guys whose comments make up part of the article. But this guy’s words hung around like an eye stinging fart in an elevator.

It just reads like, “Who you goin’ to believe? Me or your lying eyes?” (Richard Pryor).

Remember that song, “Don’t ask my neighbor, come to me”? Well, my advice is, if you want to know about black women: come talk to us. The “brothas” hate their own mothers and sisters, that should tell you everything what’s wrong with them.

A guy like Paul G. can continue to stay far far away from black women, because he values the words of anti-bw misogynists over valuing us as just women. The guy is a coward, plain and simple. He, too, is a sexist racist. That’s my take. He can dress it up in blaming how “da brothas” around him talk their crap, or whatever negativity he’s looking for in the media, but at the end of the day: he is taking heed.

If you wanted to know the kind of white guys to stay away from, Paul G. fits the profile.

I ain’t mad at the dude, he’s made me realize how poisonous and evil these negroes are.

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If Black Women Were White Women by Alienated Conclusions

I am not a feminist / womanist, or whatever women decide to call themselves these days. I just believe in freedom, respect, prosperity, and the right to live a decent life as a human being for black women!

The following essay was very well written. The author flips the script on the madness we’ve all been inured to. It is so common place. We don’t see what’s there, this insistent and powerful brainwashing. It just is.

This is a bizarre norm we need to start rejecting.

I thoroughly enjoyed the perspective of this younger sista, enough to link to her blog, and include all of her commentary here.

The following is from Alienated Conclusions:

“If” Black Women Were White Women
August 23, 2009

In “If Men Could Menstruate”, Gloria Steinem makes the persuasive argument that “Whatever a ‘superior’ group has will be used to justify its superiority, and whatever an ‘inferior’ group has will be used to justify its plight”.

For too long the definition of racism has been a fight between white and black manhood and “who’s the bigger man”. This has historically allowed white female supremacy; the most unchallenged form of white supremacy, to escape any criticism or critical thought.

What if suddenly, instantly, the power of white femininity were transferred to black women?

The answer is clear – Black women would represent value, purity, and based on their natural traits; be worthy of protection and instantly become the objects of universal desire. White women would represent the opposite.

“Beauty tar potion” would become globally popular to get the “black look”. “Dove” would be replaced with a black soap called “Raven” to help exfoliate the skin and bring out subtle hints of melanin.

White female features would be declared violent. Their “jagged” thin lips, “knife sharp” noses, and “harsh” jaw lines would be nature’s way of declaring why men have a natural preference for the soft features of black women. Soft lips, soft cheekbones, and soft round noses would be proof of natural femininity.

Full pink lips and large dark eyes would become associated with virginal black girls, whose purity must not be compromised. Black female features would thus be said to represent youth.

Straight blond hair would be considered “wild and unruly” because when the wind blows, it does not stay in place. Women with natural straight hair would hide their “unruly” and “wild” stick-straight hair in public. The desire for “Lightweight hair” that defies gravity would permanently end the use of blow dryers. Keeping ones natural blond hair wild and straight would become indicative of a political statement.

The anti-aging properties of black female skin combined with soft curvy bodies would be proof of the overall reproductive health of black women. Scientists would argue that black women are naturally preferred as long term mates and mothers because they are “healthier”. Men’s attraction to women is based on overall health and fertility, after all.

Suddenly biracial women would be “in” because the hard features of white women didn’t prevent the fragile genes of “black beauty” from peeking through. Men would suddenly have the desire to date “ethnic” non-black women since they look “closer to black” than blond women, and at least they don’t look like white women.

Statistics would equate the fact that white women make up the majority with their “overpowering” and “strong” population. This would be proof that they can handle unsafe neighborhoods, as they have created a “strong culture” amongst themselves to withstand their lack of protection from predators and criminals. Statisticians would argue that men are attracted to black women innately because they make up a small percent of the population. We tend to value what is rare” they might say.

Men would proclaim that white women deserve sexual objectification because “flat buttocks” allow for deeper penetration. In ghettos across America, men would stand on street corners and yell “Damn! You got a flat ass!” to remind white women of their sexual status in society.

Upper class women would be afraid that their “ass looks flat” and therefore assumed to be animalistic and sexually deviant, like white women. Black women’s buttocks, said to protrude farther from the body, would prove that their natural vulnerability makes them “less equipped” to handle hardcore sex and rape, like white women.

“I need a strong white woman!” would become a popular “empowering” slogan for exploitative men who rationalized the emotional, financial, and sexual overburdening of white women.

Overweight white nannies would become the “acceptable white women” in popular culture as they do not pose a threat to black female superiority and privilege. Conventionally attractive white women would serve as a sexual threat to black women for single-handedly breaking down the beauty hierarchy.

Hip Hop videos would feature men throwing money at “white bitches” bent over in front of the camera to showcase their white asses, eager for deep penetration. Entire songs would be devoted to hatred of “white gold digging bitches” who think they are entitled to the financial security in marriage that black women are entitled to. “Penetrable white asses” and “pale-faced hoes” would become the cash-commodity for selling entire musical genres.

White women’s “hard” bodies would be deemed more “capable” of fighting off sexual attackers, and the soft curves of black female bodies would become worthy of law enforcement. White women; in spite of their high risks for violence and sexual crimes, would not “need” police protection.

Movies would feature black women as the main objects of men’s desire across racial lines, while stereotypes of evil bitter and oversexed white women would further prove why men of all races simply did not prefer blondes. We can’t help who we’re attracted to, men would say. “Preference” would become an unconcealed acceptance of discrimination against white women. White women’s anger and sadness at the status quo would be proof of their unreasonable jealousy of the innate superiority of black women.

Republicans would ban abortions to protect the virtue of pure black motherhood, and liberals would advocate for more abortion clinics in “low income” neighborhoods where white women are the majority. Liberals would claim that white women have “culturally” approved of sexual objectification and are “safe enough” without outside help since they were warned not to touch “in-group issues” with a ten foot pole.

And so on and so forth.

The most important reality is that Black feminists would eventually grow tired of being seen as innocent and vulnerable in patriarchy and would fight to erase the commodity of black femininity. “The innocent, submissive, and vulnerable representation of women is what puts us in danger. The rigid category of femininity has aided in our oppression” they might argue…

In the back of every black feminist movement we would hear the quiet and dignified pleas of radical white feminists. “Well we do not represent femininity. We are considered strong, incapable of feeling pain, and sexually deviant but all this has done is increase our likelihood for danger. And aren’t we women too?”

As Gloria Steinem said “In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless – and logic has nothing to do with it.”

And what remains universally evident is that the many justifications for power and privilege are always inherent, always scientific, and always permeate society to the point that they remain deeply buried within our collective consciousness.

Until someone challenges them.

© 2009 Alienati0n

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It’s Cranky Sunday! My List of Dislikes

1. Taking myself seriously.

2. People who take themselves too seriously. Oh, so boring.

3. Comedians who don’t know how to tell a joke without using racial, sexual, politically-incorrect situations, profane language, stereotypes, and still aren’t funny. That’s the bigger crime, not being funny even after using up every taboo.

4. Extremely long trips in the plane, train, or car. I will do whatever I can to avoid it. Price may be no object.

5. Working for a corporation where almost all the managers are white males, and nearly everyone at the bottom is a woman. This place sucks.

6. Interviewing at a corporation where all the managers are men, and everyone at the bottom is a woman. This place sucks.

7. People who like to cut off a story you are telling just to observe something trivial. Hey, I’m through. I’d prefer to be told, “I don’t want to hear that story.” I can respect that. Just don’t be surprised when I return the favor.

8. TMI (too much information): Why wont you keep it to yourself? Not everyone is Oprah, Tyra, or an inquisitive reporter.

9. Older / younger women (black or white) who need to share their offensive opinion of one’s (take your pick) clothing, hair (style), weight, appearance, and family members that they cannot keep to themselves. I would like for them to try, or please, STFU.

10. Strange men who think they have the right to invade my personal space, or stare at me as though I must acknowledge them. Either say hello, or keep it moving. You aren’t special.

11. Dog owners. That’s why people poison the pooch, folks keep making a nuisance of the animal.

12. Excessively politically correct people, who know all the silly, bloody dumb abbreviations for the causes they support are irritating phonies and frauds. The “causes” they support with abbreviations, slang, or correct-speak, comes across as incoherent nonsense.

Wearing one’s “goodness” on the sleeve makes me suspect cynicism. So everyone is bad, hence they need you to tell them how to be good, pure, decent, and altruistic? Look, those who give to charity don’t bray about it like a donkey for 24/7. They are the truly kind people.

Collect your goody-two-shoes-cookies: go home. It’s a cruel world out there; nobody cares about how sincere you are pretending to be.

13. Tailgaters.

14. People who drive with the car windows down, playing hip hop / rap at the loudest volume possible. Effing morons.

15. Organizations using the same picture of a brown skinned child for the last twenty plus years to raise money.

16. Any “non-profit” company, corporation, or person trying to guilt-trip me into doing something “noble”: to send money, join their cause, or alter my behavior for the good of others. I just wanna firebomb your headquarters, or take a baseball bat upside your head.

Emotional blackmail is not a good way to get me to see the worthiness of the endeavor. Give me a rational, logical, and substantial reason why I should do something. Otherwise ….

17. Being able to predict the end of the majority of movies, and TV shows, within the first 15-20 minutes. I’ve been able to do that since I was 9 years old.

18. All media, new and old, working to get me to concerned, stirred up, or worried about elected officials, government, the economy, box office tallies, company x going down the toilet, strife in country y, starvation in country z, and famous-for-no-reason celebrity bleached blond, or lace front wearing, twit.

I don’t care. I don’t want to know.

19. Women who are hostile (evil eye, verbal combativeness) to other women, because the object of scorn is (extremely) attractive, apparently fussy, younger, and minding her own business. How about leaving her alone?

20. Men who are verbally (and potentially physically) abusive to women, because the object of fixation is (extremely) attractive, apparently fussy, and ignoring their existence. How about leaving her alone?

21. Slang.

22. Women who complain about their spouses to me. I’m feeling contempt for you honey, not sympathy.

23. Abbreviations are meaningless without an initial description. I don’t even bother to Google: I stop reading.

24. Familiarity. Due to “us” being “black.” Step back! Back up, back up! I don’t know you. Show some manners, it is not hard.

25. Assuming that, because I am “black”, I will agree with every I’m-black-first-woman-second, liberal, progressive, left-wing, Democratic Party, far-flung Marxist, Socialist, Communist, anti-Semitic, anti-white, anti-Asian, anti-Latino, anti-male, misanthropic, xenophobic, racist, misogynistic philosophy, or sentiment expressed.

Try again. I don’t believe the answer is always so simple. There are nuances to everything.

Phew, it’s amazing the number of people I’ve met, who will sidle up to me, and assume, I share, or embrace their biases, beliefs, common tropes, stereotypes, and prejudices, because I am a woman who’s “black.” Scary. You don’t know me.

26. Self-pity. I suggest suicide as a cure.

27. Emotional bullies. (see 25)

28. People who want you to be impressed with their degrees, or the degrees of others, from Ivy League or prestigious colleges or universities. I’m happy for them. Impressed? No.

29. People who spend all day talking about how much money their spouses make, how well connected or wealthy their family is, or other talking points designed to make you realize just how fabulous and awesome they are. Okay. Cool! Here’s a cookie.

30. Men who wont marry the mother of his illegitimate bastards, and wants to pretend she’s stopping it from happening. The disrespect to her, himself and the kid(s) is appalling. No one is fooled. You don’t look like a responsible “man”.

31. Women who wont marry the father of her illegitimate bastards, and wants to pretend that she’s liberated, empowered, and a clever feminist defeating paternalistic matrimony. Yeah, everyone’s really awed with your notion of freedom. Selfish and irresponsible, that’s what you are.

32. The Internet.

33. People with an entitlement mentality. This country is decaying. The social fabric unraveling day by day, bit by bit, because everyone is expecting the labor of others to fulfill their needs, wants and livelihood. It’s an impossible demand and situation. Everyone cannot live out of the pockets of others. Everyone must earn their own keep.

34. People who think that a bit of immorality in one place doesn’t seep into others. If your “friend” is a thief, they will also come to steal from you, or worse. Count on it.

35. Hospitals.

36. Malodorous persons, places or things.

37. Long, long, long lines anywhere – that are barely moving. I don’t even have to be on one. Just can’t stand the sight of it.

38. Thieves: be it of useful things, time, patience, and good feelings.

39. Katy Perry, Jennifer Aniston, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and whatever “famous” person for the next 15 minutes, whom we’ll never see, or (God willing) never hear of, or from, again. These names are just the tip of this particular iceberg.

40. Crowds. Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh!

There could be more, but I’ll stop here.

To be continued, with what I Like.

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The False Lure of Sexual or Reproductive "Freedom"

I believe women have the right, and I wouldn’t criticize it, to fornicate with any number of men, women, and animals (where legal) if that is what they want to do. I believe the same rights also apply to men. This applies, obviously, to consenting adults, whatever age society believes an adult is. And as we are aware, the age of maturity is defined differently from state to state and nation to nation.

What I cannot tolerate, are monies taken from society to support individuals whose problems are caused by these behaviors. If adults are consenting, they have to live with the consequences of their actions.

I am aware there will be arguments made that while people are engaging in all sorts of licentious, and/or promiscuous sexual acts, they may be misinformed, and society needs to support them when it causes harm. No, not at all. If women want abortions after freely sleeping around, her lover, husband, boyfriend, or herself should pay for it. Society did not get her pregnant. Her man did. Society should not take on the expense of helping her to raise her child resulting from her freely liberated lifestyle. Is that a blanket statement applied to every situation? No, of course not.

Western societies with sexually empowered, promiscuous (or not) adults, are free to do whatever they want. People have fought for freedom from judgment. I concur. They are also free not to be subsidized. They also don’t want to know, or hear, about abstaining from sex, waiting for marriage, or staying monogamous. They claim all they need is more educational information, or not. They want to be able to procreate freely, and then have this entire chain of irresponsibility sponsored by others. The way I look at it, adults must, can, and will manage their lives as they see fit. Society is not obligated, nor should it be, to pay for all the mistakes of individuals.

If a woman wants an abortion, she can have it, as long as she pays for it. If she was told she would be sterilized, doesn’t that lower incidence of more abortions in the future? The same should apply to the man who impregnated her. DNA testing will find him quickly enough.

I’m all for the free expression of lust, and its non-procreative (copulating) engagement. However, if it spreads disease, I believe people should be quarantined for maliciously spreading it.

I believe in procreative freedom, yet it sometimes come with a price. A second abortion should automatically get one sterilized. Men who have a number of children, with multiple women, that are supported by the state should be sterilized. Why make the rest of society pay for unproductive persons? There are cult compounds with men impregnating multiple women (and very young girls) just to collect monies from the government. Children are important, a healthy, educated, and growing populous is important, but people who pay no consequences for their behavior need to be held accountable.

I believe in the freedom to have as many children as one wants without interference from the state. However, once you cannot afford to raise, clothe, feed, or shelter children – an individual invites interference from society (government, state). One’s freedom ends with the abuse of children; while they may be the offspring of one’s loins, one does not own them.

Therefore, the well being of children are separate from their parents. This is why so many are in foster care. The biological parents give the children up voluntarily, or were taken by the government for inadequate care. This is the result of irresponsible, and selfish individuals, not free-thinking, thoughtful and caring adults.

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Mocking Star Trek: Imagining "Women" in Charge

The original Star Trek gang. Uhura is enough. No other “women” are needed.


Please note:
I wrote this to express my irritation with feminists, sci-fi fans, trekkies / trekkers who pretend to be pro-woman. Let’s be frank, for some of them it’s all white women, all the time. I’m for female empowerment, but not at the expense of black women, reality, a coherent plot, or the story’s canon.

There have been plenty of movies without women (note plural) in the lead, like Star Wars, or even in the movie, and there was nary a ruckus, or peep, for more of them to be included.

Star Trek was a fantastic film, as is. I hope it stays that way. ‘Cause I refuse to see any more films without a black woman in the lead, or when she is included has to be shown with respect and as a normal personal.


Star Trek was an excellent movie. Saw it three times. Might see it a fourth time. Will definitely buy the DVD when it comes out.

I’ve been reading some of the commentary and fan fiction regarding this reboot of Star Trek.

I’m amused by the request for more women in the lead. Oh, but which type of women?

So, Uhura wasn’t enough for these folks. Was it because she wasn’t a woman of the right hue?

I see through these people who are pretending to be nick picky with the movie. The film was re-introducing us to the same characters from the original television program, which was seven people at its core.

Oh, but room must be made for more women characters. If Uhura was a white chick with blond hair, like on every other bloody damn movie and television show, there wouldn’t be that kind of whining demand coming down the pike.

These folks ain’t nothing, but a bunch of greedy, narcissistic, and selfish wenches.

I’ve decided to outline my own version of this new Star Trek if it was written by, and for, the few people who appreciate and love Battlestar Galactica. That show’s two hour pilot and first season was marvelous, then over the following years the quality, intelligence, and coherence rapidly goes down hill. Sorta like how Heroes, and Lost, suffered the same fate.

The following is a sarcastic fan fiction summary of what would have made those “oh, but more (white) women, please” whiners happy. Regardless of Star Trek canon, we must satisfy the demands for (white) women being stars of this story.

In case you haven’t noticed, white women, especially anorexic blonds, are a necessary evil in every entertainment program today. Even though their last minute additions, or central characters, have no additional net positive effect on ratings.

Oh well, somebody’s gotta promote that white supremacy.

The perfectly amazing woman of Star Trek: Jaime Tiberius Kirk.

You must be familiar with the recent movie Star Trek, and tv show BSG, to get some of my points.

  1. When Nero encounters the USS Kelvin, Captain Robau is a woman. She would be brown-haired and white, not a very handsome and gorgeous Eastern brown-skinned actor.
  2. If she was an alien like those in Star Trek: TNG, then she would be a (white) actress with a heavy ridged forehead and some tattoos.
  3. Nero, the Romulan, doesn’t kill her, he keeps her hostage. I’ll state why later.
  4. George Kirk doesn’t get the glory in this re-write by those who require more (white) women characters. Nope. He’s not even first officer. His pregnant wife, Winona, is. However, she makes George take her place on the suicide mission. This is to ensure that she receives all of the accolades for saving those 800 people, not George.
  5. James Kirk is a woman in this reboot. He’s been renamed Jaime, but still keeps Tiberius (as a middle name) to help keep it real. He, I mean she, would look the same, be much thinner, have a five o’clock shadow, square jaw, and be as obnoxious and promiscuous – which is a very important characteristic for a (white) woman leading character – as the original Kirk.
  6. Yet, in this case, Jaime would be considered “hot”, “kick-ass”, a “blond beauty” for her masculine, aggressive, and manly ways. Jaime would have breasts (maybe). We’d know Jaime is a woman, because the crew would periodically refer to this character as “she.” Oh, and by the way, everyone wants to do her, because Jaime has blue eyes and blond hair. That’s always, always, always the case, and don’t you fer-git-it! Why, even Uhura came onto her at that bar in Iowa!
  7. Spock never re-assigns Uhura to the USS Enterprise. She would never be seen again since she’d disappear with the rest of the fleet that left before the Enterprise. He has no reaction to news of her death, thus making those greedy, narcissistic, and selfish wenches happy.
  8. Instead, Gaila, the “green” chick, would be on the Enterprise. Ergo, she’d be the second hottest (white) woman on the ship after Jaime.
  9. Tyler Perry makes his cameo dressed as Madea. This is the preferable way for a black woman to appear in the media, with a 6’4″ black male ridiculously “acting” as one.
  10. Sulu and Chekhov would be an openly gay couple, or Chekhov would be another (white) woman. Take your pick.
  11. Spock obviously has the hots for Jaime, because they argue throughout the whole movie.
  12. Nero still vaporizes Vulcan, but it is Spock’s father, Sarek, who dies. His mother, Amanda, lives. Although he loses a planet of his people, he’s not as upset as he is in the reboot movie version. Spock’s mother is alive, therefore keeping another important (white) woman in the story.
  13. Pike stays a man. Gotta have at least one dick in the lead. Unfortunately, he’s held, Federation Security information is extracted, and he is promptly, grotesquely, and rather violently dispatched.
  14. Spock and Jaime fight. Unsurprisely, the big bitch fights the Vulcan to a draw. It’s possible, right? Haven’t we seen enough BullShitGalore, and other entertainment, to know a female can beat a male even if he’s a super-strong alien?
  15. Nothing much changes in these scenes: Prime Spock meets Jaime Kirk. He says, “We were more than friends,” and brain dumps their entire special, special history into Jaime’s big ol’ empty head, not just the time travel, black hole stuff. This also makes the mentally challenged shippers of Kirk/Spock very happy.
  16. Entering the final stretch: Jaime Kirk and Spock are getting set to leave and save everyone. Yet, not before Jaime looks at Spock and says, “I know how you really feel about me.” Cause everybody wants Jaime: Ms Blond Blue Eyed Super-thin Mannish Five-O’clock Shadow Square Jaw Hyper-Aggressive Can-Keep-Up-With-The-Boys Woman. She’s just soooooooooooooo hot, and sexy.
  17. Quickly, Spock and Jaime exchange open mouth slobbering wet drooly kisses, panting, groping, exchanging much spit, before they are transported to the Romulan ship.
  18. They find out Pike is dead, and scrape up the pieces to bring back the body.
  19. As an added bonus they find Captain Robau, who’s pregnant with her umpteenth child.
  20. Why is she pregnant? Following commonly used, absolutely stupid, and retarded sci-fi tropes, the Romulans decide they want / need / desire / lust / crave Earth (white) women to re-start their race. Although, in this case, it is not necessary, Romulus still exists. However, even though they may view humans as inferior, just one look at a (white) woman turns their pointy-eared heads. Remember, Romulans are the extremely passionate Vulcan-types.
  21. The Enterprise beams all those half-Romulan / half-Human chil’ren on board. A hysterical Captain Robau, with her many chil’ren – some of who are adults and staffed the Romulan ship, watches as her man Nero gets sucked into a black hole, and blown to hell.
  22. Quietly, she vows revenge on Jaime Kirk, providing the flimsy pretext for a sequel.
  23. The film bombs at the theaters, but the die-hards tell themselves that no one appreciates quality (ha!) sci-fi movies.

See, how easy and predictable that was? The fans of Battlestar Galactica (BullShitGalore) should ask for a movie of their show, and forget about asking Star Trek to be redefined, re-cast, and re-imaged to suit their bizarre requests and tastes.

Frankly, if Star Trek‘s producers sees fit to add another woman to the lead cast, make her a very dark-skinned Asian.

I’d like to see how those “add more women” wenches behave then.


This is a link the best fan fiction story I’ve recently discovered. It continues an interesting storyline regarding characters, Uhura and Spock primarily, from the Star Trek 2009 movie. I wouldn’t want it included in the sequel movie, but as a quasi-stand alone work of art, fan fiction, or sci-fi story, it is very, very good.

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Project Cheerful: Search for Happiness, Black Women!

I enjoy browsing the Internet for topics that interest me. I have many links to business, technology, science and a bit of political news. I set up a YouTube, Google, and Technorati search / blog / news / link pages, plus my own searches, to offer up information regarding black women’s lives, and our natural hair. With great dismay, I’ve come to realize that 99% of the content is negative.

Why is that?

Complexity: Woman and Black

I continue to search, yet very few sites exist which convey even a semblance of joy in being a woman, who happens to be black in America. There are black women whose mindset is black first, foremost, and nothing else. I don’t know when and where their concept of womanhood comes into play.

I wonder: Does it ever? How does that kind of self-alienation make sense?

Apparently, life as a black woman is all sorts of hell, damnation, and brimstone. We are forever the victim. Although no one recognizes us as a victim, since there is an oppression index, and we are at the bottom of that one as well. You know, there’s a “true” beauty hierarchy and we are at the bottom. There is a racial victim hierarchy and we are at the bottom. There’s a sexism hierarchy, but we don’t even get the benefit of being included, since so many of us have decided to be “black” first, foremost, and above all.

We can’t be both, ’cause it might confuse the one-dimensional thinking people.

I honestly wonder if some black people think black women are direct descendants of Eve. Or is it Ham? We are doomed unequivocally and forever to hard labor – as punishment for being curious and disobedient.

I remember reading, and hearing, more than one black person express the belief that blacks are cursed. Does the majority think that way?

This morbid fixation on our most sorry state isn’t only coming from web sites devoted to celebrity gossip, quite a few purportedly newsworthy, intellectual and academic sources are just as rancid. Everything is about the shortened, diseased, pathological, abused, and totally miserable lives of black women.

Our Lives Have Priority – To Us

Reading this content from an objective and emotional distance, one has to conclude that being a black woman is the worst thing in the world. Yet the information does not carry with it an imperative push critical enough to require any government, nonprofits, feminists, or black organizations to actually make our lives priority.

This has happened because we’ve allowed ourselves and others to decide our lives aren’t important. Black women are ghosts. People might believe we exist, but no one could swear they’ve seen or was influenced by one. Our power to sway opinion, and induce viable action is negligible. Even animals have PETA for support.

However, when we can and should take credit, or power, we swallow our wills, pretend to be modest, humble, and step back to let others (in those race, sex, victim and beauty hierarchies) take our place! Hard labor for someone else – the almost always ungrateful – is an unenforced error, self-punishment, and an unnecessary, futile exercise.

Plain Talk

Black women, against your giving generous, nurturing, me-last nature, you will have to politely and gently usurp, or just drop kick, black men + white women, or whomever, from their sex, race, victim, and beauty pedestals. Teach them all to put you first. It will be hard in the beginning, but support is a busy superhighway. Stop giving unconditionally. It is not helping you. You are roadkill.

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

This constant focus of “How miserable are we? Can we be any more pathetic?” makes me avoid reading a lot of (black / black women) web sites. Times are bad. Yet, times have been worse.

Can we have a little sunshine and happiness please? Let’s learn to focus on the bright side. If we are in a dark tunnel without light, how about we think about ways to get out of the tunnel? How about focusing on getting something, or even someone, to show us the way out? Staring into space, thinking about how dark it is, is unproductive.

Even the miserable smile on occasion. I remember growing up laughing with family and friends over lots of things. I still do. Life is funny – it has to be. I know I grew up sheltered and protected. Eventually I was exposed to some of the evil this world has to offer, but I learned to put it in perspective: stuff happens.

I have my share of empathy and compassion for people. However, this modern day onslaught of relentless and negative (dis)information is not healthy.

There is nothing conducive to a person’s healthy sense of well being to view every situation relating to one’s race, sex and age as a dead end street. Frankly, I’m a bit miffed and offended at people who relate, with such grim joy and satisfaction, this constant citing of stats as to how bad it is to a black woman in America (or the world).

I Am What I Am

I’m sure they mean well, but I’d also like to tell them: kiss my ass. I love being me. I love being a woman. I love being a black woman. There is no curse on my gender, or “race.”

Got that?

Now lemme go hunt down whatever good news and cheerful stuff exists on the Internet….

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Random Thoughts for Today

Cruelty

I had someone tell me that they used to kill – for fun! – newborn kittens as a child or teenager. In doing so they remind me to never underestimate the cruelty of people. So when I am informed about the endless list of harmful acts folks commit against the helpless, I am not surprised.

By the way, the kitten killer in this story was a woman.

It was definitely not something I ever did as a child or teen. I also never fought with anyone after I turned eleven; I didn’t need to. I wonder about people who fought or fight as teens or adults: something is wrong with you.

So no, I don’t buy the notion, and never have, that women are the kinder, gentler sex. It’s a myth. Oftentimes, the worst misogynists I’ve encountered are women.

Podcasts

I love listening to Podcasts. I bought a refurbished iPod a while ago and download mostly positive personal growth (and finance!) stories. It may take a while to sink in, but I believe these stories penetrate the subconscious for the better.

I know they affect my mood and sense of well being.

Computer Spare Parts

My computer died on me (again!). So far, that’s three computers and one laptop I no longer use. The hard disks still function, along with some other their spare parts like memory, motherboards, video cards, etc. I need to take the machines apart and catalog what I can use.

I will either put all the hard drives into external enclosures so as to rip my entire CD collection, or put them together into one PC tower case and start to build anew. I have to see which choice is cheaper and less of a hassle. There are many good options available to me.

Has My Hair Stopped Growing?

I honestly don’t know, but it sure feels like it. I haven’t measured it by way of a picture in a while, yet comparing at a glance to a picture from February, I’d say it is the same length.

Oh, well.

I’m not babying it as much as I did last year. I mean, how much can a woman obsess about hair? If it gets longer, it’ll get there on its own schedule. I have to live with that.

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