Saturday, August 2, 2014

The Sidepiece Agreement: 10 Rules for the Cheating Man




Zondra Hughes piece, The Sidepiece Agreement: 10 Rules for the Other Woman published on the Huffington Post on June 30, is creating quite a buzz on social media. Every other day it’s in my news feed. In the article, a married friend of Hughes shares what a man in a relationship expects from the woman on the side when he steps outside of his relationship.  

According to the “reformed” cheater in the article, a woman who willingly enters into what he describes as a situationship, should abide by the rules of an unspoken agreement that allows her to share another woman’s man—without the other woman’s knowledge of course. Should she decide to break any of the rules, that half of a man (or a third or a fourth depending on how many side chicks he has) can quickly become the invisible man. So, to avoid the possibility of not having even a piece of a man, the article offers 10 rules for side chicks who want to remain relevant.

I wonder what would happen if side chicks had rules, too? And since it takes two to cheat, and a contract is an abiding agreement between at least two parties, why doesn’t a cheating mean have to hold up his end of the deal?

 A cheating man has more to lose than a side chick, so maybe he should consider following 10 Rules for the Cheating Man. They are based largely in part on the rules for the side piece. So, cheating men, listen up!

1.       I am the other woman, and you are not the only man. You can’t have your cake, your ice cream, eat it all and expect me to just lick the leftovers from the bowl. Really? A girl’s gotta eat, too.

2.       I agree that we should focus on the stolen moments that we spend together.  I am the other woman. I know that. So why do you concern yourself with me when we’re not together? Just because you suddenly have free time, doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly available. I have a life outside of you. That’s what you wanted right? So, don’t be mad.

3.       Do not mention your wife or main chick to me. We are in a sitationship as you call it.  So, please do not talk to me about what she does or doesn’t do, what I do better, how she nags blah, blah, blah. My time with you is limited, so let’s just focus on the time we have together, OK?

4.       Nothing is etched in stone. You want me to be flexible, and I am. Know that because our plans change frequently due to the nature of our situation, I have a plan B and a Plan C when Plan A changes. Oftentimes those alternative plans don’t include you. Don’t blow up my phone because you have another stolen moment. I have other things to do, and I’ll get with you when I can.

5.       I understand the importance of maintaining a positive vibe while we are in each others' company. It is vital to the success of our situationship which is why the positive vibe has to go both ways. Please stop complaining to me about your relationship. You’re blowing my positive vibe. Please see point no. 3 for further clarification.

6.       Part-timers don’t get full time benefits. We are as Stevie Wonder sings, part-time lovers; don’t ask me to do anything that is expected of a wife or  girlfriend. No, I don’t cook; I don’t do laundry; I don’t loan money. And no, I’m not your therapist.

7.       Nothing lasts forever; when it’s over, it’s over.  I know what I got myself into, and I reserve the right to get out. Nobody runs a race for second place. Things happen and we find ourselves in the number two spot. When I get tired of living in the shadow of someone else, I’m moving on. So, let’s enjoy us while we can.

8.       No glove; no love.  I need to protect myself so, it’s imperative that we use condoms. Since you’ve admitted that you may have jump-offs all over the place, I don’t want to have to make any unscheduled trips to see my gyne.

9.       Be prepared for the unexpected. Condoms break, birth control fails, biological clocks tick.  If I am stupid enough to have unprotected sex with you, you need to be okay with the outcome. If I happen to get pregnant, you don’t have any say-so.  My decision to abort or carry a pregnancy to term is totally up to me.

10.   There are no guarantees. You said keep our feelings out of this. So, don’t play head games with me. Stop trying to make me think that I can be anything or than a side piece. Stop with the sad stories and/or the fairy tales of happily ever after. If and when your situation changes and I’m still around, let’s just see what happens then. But I also know that if you do it with me, you’ll do it to me.

Lastly, when two people spend quality time together, stolen or otherwise, emotional involvement is unavoidable. That is the nature of a relationship even if it happens to be a situationship. So, if you’re not willing to take that risk with me, please find yourself a prostitute.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and its Parallel to the Plight of Black People





I like monkeys; I always have. When I was in 8th grade, I actually wanted my father to buy me a monkey as a pet. I’m too young to remember the original movie, Planet of the Apes but, I did grow up watching the Planet of the Apes TV show; it was one of my favorites.

So, when Rise of the Planet of the Apes came out in 2011, I was there. I fell in love with Caesar. So, I was kind of geeked for the sequel because it was Planet of the Apes, but I wasn’t super excited because sequels aren’t usually as good as the original. Well, this was not one of those times; Dawn is an action packed, heart tugging movie that kept me entertained from beginning to end. I had to go to the bathroom badly and I was afraid I was going to miss something, but my bladder won, and I had to leave. But boy! You should have seen me booking it back to my seat!

I love movies, and I critique them based on how well I believe the unbelievable and rather or not the characters elicit emotion—good or bad. The story seemed real to me, and there were characters that I loved as well as ones that I hated. As I sat glued to my seat watching Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, I could not help but find parallels between the plight of the apes in the film and Black people all over the world—especially in the U.S. This sci-fi fantasy in which the apes are on par with humans is a good analogy of the relationship between an oppressed group of people and its oppressors particularly people of color. 

I don’t know when the comparison to Black people and apes came about, but I do not that it is a universal phenomenon that’s been going on for hundreds of years, especially now that we have an African-American President. A Google search of President Obama and his family returns countless images of them as apes. Former President George Bush has also been likened to an ape, but not to the extent that Obama has, and the photos of Bush do not include pictures of his family.

It’s no secret that Black folks have been identified with apes in an attempt dehumanize us and justify our mistreatment in this country. And we need to look no further than the last few months as verification of this centuries-old foolishness. In anticipation of the Obamas’ visit to Belgium in March, a Belgian news paper depicted Michelle and Barack Obama as monkeys. In April, during the World Cup Soccer games, a banana was thrown at Brazilian soccer player Dani Alves as he was about to take a corner kick. He peeled it and ate, and later said that he appreciated having some potassium. In May, the North Korea State news agency referred to the President as “reminiscent of a wicked black monkey.” And another news outlet went so far as to say the President “should live as a monkey in an African natural zoo licking bread crumbs thrown by spectators.” Just this month, a furor erupted on social media over the insertion of an African-American boy’s face used for a monkey T-shirt for the Just Add A Kid brand of children’s clothes. We are strongly entrenched in the monkey business.

And as I watched the film, the comparisons between us and the apes was evident. Set in an apocalyptic future, Cesar and the apes are minding their business when the humans stumble upon them. The humans need something.  And even though the apes show up in force and tell the humans to leave, the humans decide that they will get what they need no matter what the cost. Sound familiar? The humans think they can and will take on the apes if necessary to secure their own needs. The humans don’t care about the apes; the apes are an inferior species, and the humans have resources that the apes don’t have. Even when they see for themselves, that the apes are not as dumb as they think, the humans still refuse to believe what’s in front of their eyes. This is the same issue that Black people face.

There are people in the world who look at us as being inferior in every way, and the continued use of systemic and institutionalized racism reinforces this idea of inferiority no matter how much we are able to move beyond our circumstances and not only survive, but thrive. Black people are not monolithic in neither though nor action and we vary across the social spectrum as much as any other group, and yet we are ALL defined by the most marginalized among us. White people are not defined by violence even though most serial killers and domestic terrorists are White, but Black people are defined by violence because of the prevalence of violence in urban areas where many of us reside.

I thoroughly enjoyed Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, and I believe that there are lessons in this film. Here are five that I learned while watching:

  1. There is strength in numbers. When Caesar showed up with the apes to confront the humans, there were hundreds of them. Looking at the swarm of apes, the humans knew that the apes meant business. Solidarity is key to bringing about change. United we stand; divided we fall. All of the apes came together—gorillias, monkeys, orangatauns etc. They didn’t divided themselves superficially because they knew that to the humans they were all apes.
  2. The world is not black and white. We look at life through a prism that does not allow us to see the varying shades of grey of the world we live in. A lens that sees only black and white colors our judgment and limits our perspective. Both the apes and the humans only saw the world from their viewpoint, and it did not give them an accurate picture of what was happening. Their limited perspective put both groups in harm’s way.
  3. All your skin folk ain’t your kinfolk. Both the apes and the humans learned that just because there was a Team Apes and a Team Humans that not all the members of their respective teams were on their side. We always have to be mindful of those who have their own agenda. Trust should be earned—not automatically given because we belong to the same tribe.
  4. Different is Different. We like to think of those who are different as better or worse instead of just accepting that they’re not like us, and that’s ok. The humans thought that that being human automatically made them superior which caused them to underestimate the apes.
  5. Doing the right thing is ALWAYS the right thing to do. We support wrong doing out of loyalty or fear, but wrong is still wrong. Both the apes and the humans suffered as a result of doing something for the wrong reason. Doing the right thing is the hard thing to do, but it’s the right thing to do.
If you haven’t seen Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, I urge you to see it, and tell me what you think. If you’ve already seen it, share your thoughts with me.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Flight





Flight fascinates me. Each time I fly, I am in awe of how an airplane is crafted to give man wings. How we defied nature and learned to fly. We have exceeded that of birds in that we can put hundreds of people aboard an airplane, have multiple airplanes in the air at one time, and we have mastered how to do this safely. We have created this intricate web of air travel that allows us to traverse the globe. Think about what it takes to fly; it’s amazing! And it speaks to the genius of mere mortals.

But Man is both brilliant and stupid at the same time. We have the intellectual capacity to fly in the sky, but we have not figured out how to put out heads together and get along on the ground. Why is that? How can we be so smart and so dumb? Why do we hate and disrespect each other so much when we’re on the ground? Why are we bearing witness to the atrocities of Man against Man? We are humans who have lost our humanity.

Every time I fly, I notice the kaleidoscope of people moving through the airport, hopping on and off planes. We are every race and creed on the planet. We are young and old. We travel for business and for pleasure. We travel with family and friends. We travel alone. We are part of the world. We are pieces of the fabric that is our society. The pilot, the flight attendants and passengers are all blanketed by the same prayer: to make it to our destination safely. We are not thinking about the superficial barriers that separate us.  
But once we land, our differences move front and center and start to divide ourselves. The fabric that binds us in the sky starts to fray at the edges as we snatch and pull away from each other. We think that we are different—better in some way. We separate ourselves into opposing teams. We become Us and They, and whoever is not Us, is automatically They, and They (who ever They are that’s different from Us is the enemy). And we treat them that way.
What will it take to soar above our differences when we’re on the ground? I wonder?



Thursday, June 19, 2014

Being Single Does Not Mean Desperate



Full disclaimer.  I am a single woman looking for a man. But I do not want yours. There seems to be this prevailing notion that non-attached women, especially Black women--given the statistics on our potential to find mates—want any man that we can get.As an available woman, I can't tell you how many times and how many ways this scenario has unfolded in the lives of single sisters.  If I'm not defending myself, I'm defending other women because there is this myth that we ALL want a man so badly that we will stop at nothing to get him even if he’s with someone else. While I understand that there are some unscrupulous women in the world, uncoupled women do not hold the title for immoral behavior. There is enough bad behavior on the part of women attached or not to go around. But too often single women are singled out because our status.

I remember talking on the phone to a friend when she dropped a bomb that exploded in my ears. I was initially too stunned to reply to the seed of information planted by her mother.  For whatever reason, my friend’s mother said that I liked my friend’s husband. I had very little interaction with neither the mother nor the husband. And I can only remember being in the company of the both of them probably twice. So, I didn’t know why the mother would say something like that. When I was able to recover my tongue, I asked my friend how her mother came to that conclusion, and she said that her mother said it was the way I looked at him.The situation was so pathetic to me that I almost laughed. But I couldn’t because it was disturbing.  

My friend explained that she assured her mother that I didn’t want him because I knew his dirt. Not to mention that I was not the least bit attracted to him! She was married with a son, and I had neither husband nor children, so we didn’t hang out much. We had been friends as teens and had drifted apart and back together over the years, so it’s not like we were always around each other, but we could always pick up where we left off when we got reacquainted.The scenario didn’t sit well with me. My friend's mother accused me of liking her husband. If my friend wasn’t concerned, then why bring it up at all? This was her mother and her husband, and I was her friend? So, where did that leave me? We lost contact again shortly after that conversation, and I didn’t bother trying to reconnect. I just didn’t like the weirdness of it all.

 When I worked in the hospital my married co-worker always thought her husband was cheating, and would confront the women she thought he was seeing. One day my co-worker shared that she accused her husband and her cousin of having an affair. The cousin denied the accusation, but my co-worker thought her cousin was guilty because she had been acting distant since being confronted. So, I offered my perspective. I told her that if someone close to me believed I was having an affair with her husband, I would pull away, too.  There is a lack of trust there, so what else is a woman in that situation supposed to do?We had numerous conversations around cheating, and I was always trying to explain to her that not every single woman was so frantic for a man that she wanted a married one. I’ve heard women say that a piece of man is better than no man at all. Some women are single by choice; some are waiting for their good guy. Whatever the reason, not all women are running around trying to hook up with every Tom, Dick and Harry they meet. We may be alone, and yes, some of us maybe lonely, but not so lonely that we want someone else’s leftovers. We do have standards for the type of men we want. I live by the words if they’ll do it with you, they’ll do it to you. So, why chase a cheater?

I recently had a taste for Hibachi style food, so I stopped off at the restaurant on my way home. I took a book because as much as I like the food, I have seen the chef's show far too many times for it to continue to entertain me. Dining alone gives me time to just enjoy being with myself and exploring the world of literature without interruption.I was seated at the table with a couple. Because I entered into an already occupied space, I made eye contact and greeted them both before taking my seat. He acknowledged me with a nod of his head; she ignored me. I sat down and the waiter took my order. Shrimp comes with dinner, and I have a shell fish allergy, so I asked the couple, would they like my shrimp. She looked at me and hunched her shoulders. He said, Thanks, I'll take them." I went back to reading my book.As the chef spooned the food onto our plates, I heard him tell them the shrimp were from me. He said thank you; she said nothing.  But she didn’t refuse the food. Even though we were at opposite ends of the table, I felt like the third wheel on their bicycle of love. I have dined alone at a Hibachi restaurant before, but this was the first time I felt like my presence was an intrusion. It was annoying because she kept talking loud about things that let anyone within earshot know that they were a couple.

There are women who feel the need to piss on the fire hydrant and mark their territory. I see it all the time. Women out with their guys become extra touchy-touchy, feely-feely when unattached women come into the same space. It would be amusing to me if it weren’t so sad that we have to be so territorial.

I’m not a man thief. I’m single, but I ain’t desperate.


Monday, June 9, 2014

THOTs and Hoes and Thoughts of Maya Angelou




THOT, THOT, THOT, THOT. 

The word buzzes around in my mind like a mosquito. And my attempts to swat it away fail; the buzz grows louder and louder. But no matter how much I try, I can’t get away from the blood thirsty judgmental name callers. They just keep biting, drawing blood and inflicting pain. 

Since the beginning of time we’ve divided women into two categories: Good & Bad, and once one becomes the latter there is no returning to the former. THOTs are the bad girls of our time. The terminology is new, but the story is old—the Madonna and the Whore. And what’s especially depressing, is that too often women are pitted against each other making some of us our own worst oppressors.

As a middle school teacher of students in grades 5 through 8, I am familiar with the term THOT (that hoe over there) because it is frequently used by both male and female students. Any girl rumored to date, have sex with, or give oral sex, to too many boys or men is labeled a THOT. Some students say that a THOT can be a girl or a boy, but the majority of my students think that THOTs are female. There is no male equivalent among my students. While I’m disheartened about the cavalier attitude around the word THOT, I’m not mad at my students because they only mimic adult behavior. 

Students were preparing to view 12 Years a Slave so that they could learn something about the institution of slavery and its impact on American history and culture. The students were listening to slave narratives read by celebrities, and one of the women in the narrative talked about being married and having 10 children. One of the girls blurted out, “She a THOT.” So, when the narrative ended we had a conversation about the meaning of THOT and rather or not the woman in the narrative could actually be one. The student was not convinced because she didn’t understand why any women would have 10 children.

My students understand racism to some degree, but they are clueless when it comes to sexism.  We were working on a series of lessons about the value of girls and women in society.  The students in each class brainstormed a list of words that we use to describe females. Words like female, woman, girl, lady made the list as well as derogatory terms such as b!@#$, h@#, s#$%, and the infamous THOT. It made every list in every class, and I teach 12 classes. I was bothered that it made every list, but I was especially troubled that my 5th graders listed THOT as a word that we use to refer to females. What are we teaching our children? 

Later in the unit, in an effort to build empathy, I showed my students an excerpt from Freaky Friday and assigned them the task of writing from the point of view of the opposite sex. Some of the stories were hilarious, but some of the stories written by 8th grade girls made me pause. When the girls wrote from the experience of boys, they took on the characteristics of the boys, and their stories talked of hooking up with THOTs, going to the strip club and making it rain. After talking with the students about the assignment, I shared with them my dislike of the term THOT. We had an interesting discussion, and while they probably won’t stop use the word, they will think about it. I’ve been a teacher long enough to know that my rewards come later when my students have had some life experiences. When I run into students later in life, they constantly remind of something that they learned from my class.

I don’t like the use of derogatory terms to refer to anyone because I think they promote prejudice and misunderstanding, but THOT gets even deep under my skin. It’s such a nasty word. When I hear THOT, I hear thing; I hear subhuman. I hear justification to disrespect and disregard females for their actions, but an acceptance of the same behavior by males. My experiences both in the classroom and on social media force me to continue examining the impact of language on our psyche and how it affects our actions. Thoughts are things.

When Maya Angelo passed away, I read a FB post that said, “All of you THOTs posting Maya Angelou quotes, I’m going to need for you to sit down.” I replied that Maya Angelou would probably be okay with so-called THOTs quoting her work seeing as that she had worked as both a prostitute and a pimp. A man replied that, that would make Maya Angelou a THOT. Our posts went back and forth, and I inferred from his comments that Maya Angelou’s stint as a sex worker did not diminish her greatness in his eyesight, but that she was the exception to the rule. Songs and social media are full of references to THOTs. And the annoying buzz in my ear is that THOTs really are things.

As I read the words of Maya Angelou circulating all over social media, the fact that she used to be a prostitute and pimp made me hold her in higher regard because she didn’t allow her past to define, defer nor determine her future.  In an interview following the release of Gather Together in My Name in which she discusses the her work in the sex industry, Maya Angelou said she wrote the book because parents never admit their wrong doing to their children and this book was a way of giving children an opportunity to move beyond their mistakes. “You may encounter defeat, but you must never be defeated.” She went on to say that sometimes that defeat is necessary to know the person you can become.

Just when I thought the buzzing was lessening, I saw the story of the pastor who was speaking to his congregation about cheating men, and when he talked about the other woman, he said, these “hoes ain’t loyal. ”I listened to the entire sermon as not to be sucked into a sensationalized news story. I know how things can be taken out of context. But this was not the case. He made some other derogatory statements as well. But worse than the pastor’s words, was the positive response that his comment received from the congregation. People were standing up, raising their hands, and clapping. And most of the congregation was African-American women being bamboozled and hoodwinked by the words of a charismatic preacher who was once again blaming women for the downfall of men. Though it was clear that he meant that the other woman was not loyal, I was wondering why “these hoes ain’t loyal” didn’t apply to the cheating men who were obviously lying to their wives?

 I have a male friend, and we had a heated disagreement about good girls and bad girls. He had a friend who was in a serious relationship, but the friend had a side chick because she did things sexually that he didn’t want his girlfriend to do. I disagreed with the friend, but my friend said he understood because there are things that a man doesn’t want his woman or wife to do. I was livid and called out his hyprocrasy! And my friend had the audacity to ask why I was so pissed off. So, I asked him how does a man explain his logic to his wife or girlfriend when he gets caught, and more importantly, if there is something so nasty and disgusting that the man won’t do it with his girl or his wife, what does that say about him as a man?

I get it. It’s the way we’ve been socialized, and change takes time, but I can’t continue to accept how easily we throw girls and women away because of their perceived sexual indiscretions and yet we encourage the same behavior in our boys and young men. THOT easily slips off the tongue with little if, any regard for how one comes to be a THOT. Does it matter if the girl or woman was sexually abused? How many partners does it take to make a THOT? And if the guy knows that she’s a THOT, what does that make him? And once one becomes a THOT, is one always a THOT? Is there no way back to respectability? I’ve been teaching more than 20 years and I have yet to hear a girl tell me she wants to grow up and be a whore. So, how did we get here? And why are we so quick to classify females as THOTs? Bad girls can be good, and good girls can be bad. So, where are the shades of grey that fill in the colors of our humanity?

Defining females as THOTs not only feeds the rampant sexism but also misogyny. It’s hard for us to own up to sexism, so we’re really not accepting of the fact that in most parts of the word, women are neither liked nor respected. It is a discomforting, but universal truth. And as difficult as it is, the world is changing slowly. When we returned from seeing 12 Years a Slave, the young lady who called the woman a THOT, said to me, “Now I understand why the woman ain’t no THOT.” My 8th graders and I talked about THOTs in a way that my students never considered. Do I expect that one conversation will change the world? No, but it’s a small step in the right direction because my students are the future.

After the multiple references to THOTs on Face book, I read this statement: “Real men don’t talk about their sexual conquests or call a woman out of her name. My father once told me, ‘No matter if a woman is a sinner or a saint when you lay with her you become her equal. So, not matter what you feel about them, it’s also a reflection of yourself.’” Anonymous. 

Little things are big. So, I’ll take progress in small doses. A student with a better understanding of how the world works, a man who doesn’t place the blame of sex on the woman, and a man who teaches his son how to be empathetic because he too lives in the world of women--little things that lead to big changes because we have to start somewhere. When I read, Charles M. Blow’s column, “Yes, All Men,” I wanted to jump up and swat all the THOT callers with a rolled up copy of his column--after I read it aloud to them first though. Charles Blow said that during the drive back to college a couple of weeks ago, his son said, “I believe it’s important for everyone to be a feminist.” His son believed that the word was not fair to women, and we all—women and men—need to combat oppression. Blow was proud of his son’s position, and went on to add that “fighting female objectification and discrimination and violence against women isn’t simply the sound of women; it must all be the pursuit of men. Only when mean learn to recognize misogyny will we be able to rid the world of it.”

Words have power; thoughts are things that manifest into action. So, let’s stop the dehumanization of girls and women. THOTs are things.