Monthly Archives: January 2011
Over the weekend I viewed an episode of Law & Order in which a wife was killed and the husband was accused of her murder…sounds familiar doesn’t it. I am sure it does, but as usual there was a wonderful twist in the plot that takes this storyline from the generic husband kills wife over (insert motif here), to wow that was a surprising twist to that story. In this particular episode the wife had actually been killed by the husband’s ex-wife because she did not want the current wife to change her mind about giving her child up for adoption. Did I lose you? Well to make a very long, interesting story, short and sweet, the husband was African-American but had been passing for white for the majority of his life and the baby he and his wife had recently given up for adoption had been black; and I don’t mean pale, Colin Powell black, I mean Hershey’s Kiss, James Brown black. When the uppity, white, ex-wife found out about this chocolate baby, she was enraged when she found out that her ex-husband and his wife had decided to cancel the adoption plans and regain custody of their brown baby. This would ruin the ex-wife’s whitewashed world and now all of her uppity friends would know that she had once been married to a black man and that oops she also had a black child (yes, she too had a child with the “passer” but their son looked Caucasian) To stop the secret from being revealed, the ex-wife gave the current wife a swift push over the balcony resulting in her death.
[I want to thank you, Black Girl Thinking for allowing me to speak on this stage. I hope this is the first of many foreign-exchange posts between us. You know, at first I didn't know what to talk about, because our websites are a little different. (But) I was recently reminded of an incident that to this day, still isn't funny. So no laughing...I mean it.]
You know what really grinds my gears? When people don’t flush the toilet after they finish using it. I’m not talking about public restrooms, I’m talking residential. Oh, I’m way beyond being merely annoyed at seeing yellow water in the toilet when I use someone’s bathroom. After being accused of not flushing during a social gathering at a total stranger’s house, seeing an unflushed toilet brings out the worst in me.