Monday, April 18, 2011

The Ramblings of a Mad Woman

This entry is may be a mixture of tenses, being that I started writing it in the wee hours of this morning. Here we go...


I start writing this at 4 AM as though i do not have responsibilities in the morning. Chalk it up to that 3 hour nap I took this evening. I swear I dont learn no to do that. I repeat that mistake about every week.


I wanted to start writing to get a train of thought going. All of this will be transferred to my blog later. So it's about 2 AM and I am sitting on my bed stitching up a pocket book interior that has torn. The lazy person in me would have found a seamstress of some sort but I instead chose to gather my thread and needle and get to work. Mind you, this is after I have swept my floor, put away clothes and started laundry. All in the middle of the night. And it occurred to me- Is this a a part of (my) womanhood?


I put my in parenthesis because womanhood/women/ role of women has popped up ALOT in my conversations of recent.


A couple of weeks back my friend Drew went in on a mini rant on twitter about why a woman, a REAL woman should know how to cook. What is boils down to is the ability to provide and nurture the ones you care about. You cant cook so I guess you, your man, and potentially your kids are going to starve, eh? Where should you get these skills from? Granny, aunt, mom, home ec? Doesn't quite matter really, just as long as you could at least scramble an egg or something. For public information, I am no Rachel Ray but I can handle myself in the kitchen.


Now I am not just limiting the role of women to cooking. Of course not! There are other domestic things like cleaning, laundry, sewing, etc etc and i realized that a lot of this I learned consciously
as well as sub consciously from my mother. There are just some things that as a woman you should know how to do. Outside of house work and what not at the very top of the list- WEAR HEELS!!If Sydney can do it, so can you. And she aint even two yet! POW!


OH! Dont forget a little make- up. No need for the clown faces, but eyeliner, mascara and some lip gloss make for a substantial difference.




As a woman we are looked up to as the caretakers. The lovers. The ones who kisses the booboos for the babies. The cooker. The cleaner. The (insert mundane task/ capability). By no means do I feel that as a woman, our sole role is to be wife and mother blah blah. That in itself is a job but we should be a buttress to our man (if you have one that is). As they say, behind every strong man is a strong woman. Just think about all your power couples. Makes perfect sense. Jay Z and Beyonce (who may produce the umm.. i dont see how they may have cute babies but i digress) Will and Jada, and of course President Obama and the first lady. We shouldn't supplement a man, we should complement him. Have the ability to stand on your own two feet on every level.


Relax. I aint saying burn ya bras. Please dont blast Beyonce and Destiny's Stepchildren Independent Woman . Not necessary. Be just as strong as a man, but with the grace of a woman. I think we can do things better anyway, provided we take hold of our emotions.


I mean, this is just the way I look at it. This is purely my opinion. I feel like I'm rambling due to the fact thoughts are all over the place. As for me, Im still working on myself to be the best woman than I can be because in the end that is all i can do. Ramble done. Im going home.





Sunday, April 10, 2011

One Question

This blog is brief. It is only brief because right now I find it hard to assemble my thoughts these days or rather, assemble it this weekend because entirely too much is going on. My question is as follows:

HOW CAN YOU CORRECT AN ERROR IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE ERROR IS AND NO ONE WILL TELL YOU WHAT YOU DID WRONG?