Thursday, August 09, 2007

small observations

I saw a woman with a baby (and family)--it was obvious she was anorexic, (or v. recently coming out of the disease). I also recently watched--bits and pieces--a documentary about women in an eating disorder clinic in America. One of the patients, ironically, was a psychiatric nurse. She is someone who understands (or is supposed to) the theoretical principles and motivations behind conditions like anorexia nervosa; yet there she was, not the relative or friend or colleague or acquaintance of a sufferer, but the patient herself. No matter how we try to understand how our environment, family, friends, all our lived experiences affect how we relate to the outside world--we can ponder and theorise and speculate about every single thing on this planet--we will never be able to predict how we will react to life itself. Going back to my initial thoughts, how is this woman going to cope/coping with her condition, while at the same time trying to raise a baby who will need to have a relatively healthy mother in her life? There was another child in the family--a boy, aged about 12; he walked with the father.


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I have so much I want to get out. An image pops up here; a story is created there. Everything and everyone is a story. And reality. For instance, the guy with the locs--he was/is physically attractive--what would it feel like to talk to him for the first time? Where would it be? What would we say? How would it feel? Would he take his sunglasses off--why? why not? Everything is a story. And it is all reality.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

It's been a while since I've been round here. Some upheaval in life, I feel--I know, is just around the corner. And it won't be anything good for me. "Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive"....

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

I am currently listening to last week's edition of BBC Radio 4's The Moral Maze (21/03/07) discussion topic on Britain's role in the Slave Trade, and I have to say that the first guest, as much as I internally cheered her on, I have to admit she was way out of her depth when answering questions put to her by the panelists. Having said that, I was proud she felt strong enough to put herself in a postion where she could sink or swim, depending on how the tide flowed.

The other panelists, were so-so.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

New year, new...

The new year has arrived with a new addition to the family. My nephew is a lovely, sweet baby and will probably be a welcome addition for his 5 year-old sister's world once she gets over the trauma of not being the centre of everyone's attention. I forgot what it's like having a newborn in the family--being careful how you handle them; the soft, soft texture of their skin; their slightly unfocused stares; the moments of gas-release often mistaken for early smiles (:oP); their parent's snappy moments brought on by lack of sleep; my decision not to have any children anytime soon, even though I am already 30.

I love these new additions to the family, but have no desire to produce my own. Seeing these children grow is a delight--I love them and can't imagine our lives without them, but my time with them reinforces the knowledge that I do not have the patience or willingness to include any little people into my life at this point in time. If somewhere down the line I do start to feel broody and find that I am unable to reproduce my own, I will find a way to live with my decisions (IVF is not an option--how many people know what the longterm results are of being pumped full of fertility drugs?). But for now, I am perfectly happy being the crazy aunt watching these little seedlings grow big and strong. That, in itself is a priviledge.

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The new year came and went and it never occurred to me to make any resolutions. When I was younger and became aware that people in this country made resolutions at the beginning of each year, I thought it was a good idea to promise to improve your character/behaviour. Nowadays, I don't bother making any resolutions because I find they are a waste of my time and energy--I know I won't make an effort to do anything, so why bother? I will change what needs to be changed when it needs to be changed. The only promise I make to myself is that I enter the new year c l e a n.

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I've been paying attention to couples in the last few months of 2006 and the early weeks of 2007 and wonder why some women tolerate men who are nothing more than over-grown children? I haven't been in a relationship in more years than I care to admit in a public forum, but the idea of having to cater to the needs of a man who sees me as his surrogate mother is such a turn-off. I already have child-cousins and a niece and nephew in my life, why would I want a grown man who behaves like a child crowding my space?

(c)

Thursday, December 21, 2006

The end of the year....yawn....

It's been a while since I've been here, and it may be a little while longer before I come back. The end of the year is nearly here and so far it's been okay--there have been a few ups, and a considerable number of downs. But, the way I see it, I have my health (although I need to take less sugar in my tea, but I do love sweet things so, ;oP!); I have a family I love and adore (although I could strangle them at times); I have friends and work (for now--it seems {:o]); and, I have food and shelter and clothes to wear; and last but most definitely not least, I have me--in all my judgemental, pussy-footing, procrastinating, stubborn, argumentative, abrupt, snappish, glorious self--I have me and I do love me completely.

I hope everyone's year ends well. If it doesn't, as it won't for many, many people, let it pass to something better...

Monday, October 09, 2006

Stepping out of the comfort zone

I recently went to view a house and unfortunately couldn't find it. I did, however, come across a wonderful example of suburbian childhood racism. A group of children did not have a problem expressing their oh so enlightened views about my skin colour. My initial reaction was to reach out and smack the one closest to me (not one child was over the age 12--there were about 5 in total). But considering the fact that it was already night time, I was a stranger in the area-- I was in their territory, plus kids and teenagers seem to be getting more and more violent (or maybe that's just the tabloid media blowing things out of proportion as usual--and then again maybe not) and I could get into a lot of unneccessary trouble for hitting a child, I decided that the best option was to give them the finger and walk back into civilisation. But I was really angry by the time I got to my stop. Maybe I've become too insulated by my experiences with covert adult racism, but this was ugly. The fact that the words were coming out of the mouths of children made it even more nasty. I wonder what their parents are like.

The thought has crossed my mind that maybe I should give Social Services a call just to see what happens.
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I had read that it was going to happen, but recently heard that A. Jolie will be playing a mixed-race woman in her next role. The following is my own 2 cents on the subject:

The race of the actress playing this role does matter. How many black/mixed-race actresses are seen in the leading role in ANY Hollywood film? Now how many do you come across as the "sassy"/"streetwise"/"nurturing mama-like" role? Waaaaaay too many. Yes, contrary to what it might seem, black and mixed-race actresses are capable of expressing a range of emotions/characters. When a role comes up that requires depth and complexity (as opposed to the stereotypical "girrrl"!) then we cheer to see her on the big screen. As a black woman I'd like to think that Hollywood is capable of dipping it's little toe in the 21st century. So when a white actress "takes" one of the FEW roles available to black(there are many light-skinned black women who could qualify)/mixed-race actresses, then you do have to ask yourself, WTF is going ON???!!! And the fact that Marianne Pearl did not have a problem handing her story to Ms. Jolie made me pause...

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On to something more pleasant; I hope this is still available to view, because it is simple and beautiful.



(just in case: http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=7bdb323664c4979c78f41f4d39588d06.665845&cache=1&fr=fpman-link4)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Dull Ache

I feel a dull ache whenever I think of all the ideas running through my mind; ideas I just don't have the time to develop into full fledged poems, and short stories and novels. But the thought that they still exist is a comfort in itself.

I recently finished reading a blog about a man's recalled teenage desire to have a particular hairstyle and it was an amusing read. It was. But then I started thinking about current hairstyles among black people. I've seen 2-3 black men with relaxed hair and they did make me look twice. The thought, to my disappointment, crossed my mind that they were somehow "less than" because they had such "feminine"-textured hair. Why shouldn't they choose to have straight hair if they wished? Still, (ignoring Andre 3000's leaps and bounds within his world of "fashion") I wonder if I could find someone attractive with that type of hairstyle? The rest, however, I find have bald heads, dreds, or 'fros. With women, however, the choice is a little more "free". Note the quotation marks. The majority of women I encounter have straight, straightened, or artificially straight hair. Considering our black ancestry, there are very few of us with natural hairstyles. There are those with locs and there are those who do what they please with their natural tight/loose curls.

I grew up having my hair cornrowed--it was washed and immediately braided. If we were back home, we could frequently have the option to have either cornrows or "plant". (Plant is/was similar to the french braid). I preferred cornrows. The minute I sat between my mother's/cousin's/older sister's legs, I would drift off into la la land--aka semi-consciousness. My hair is the type of hair that will break combs if the person trying to get the knots out isn't careful (I've left quite a few snapped-in-two and toothless combs in my wake, ;o) ). The pain was never an issue for me, but once I grew older, I figured out that combing the hair before washing it helped to ease it somewhat. However, as far as I was concerned, pain was part of the process of: taking the old braids out, combing the hair, washing it, then drying it; combing the damp strands, oiling the hair and the scalp. Then started the process of parting the hair (using the comb with the sharpest point to get the straightest parting--oooh!) and combing each section to create my favourite style--cornrows travelling from my hairline to the top of my head and ending in a miniature crown of braids. Depending on who was responsible for my cornrows (my mother in one country, my cousins back home and my older sister here) I could pick from any number of styles around me. These braids were expected to last for at least 2 weeks before we had to take them out. Then the process of undo-to-do would be repeated to end in the new hairstyle of the fortnight.

Growing up, having your hair braided was part of being a girl-child--there was nothing fashionable about it. It just was. Some teenagers (or younger kids if their parents agreed) and women had Jheri Curls and relaxed hair (this was the 80's after all). In our house, one cousin had relaxed hair (her hair was already naturally longer than everyone else's) and the other (with shorter hair) had Jheri Curls. Sometimes, I wanted relaxed hair and other days I dreamed about having JC's. However, because I thought that reading and playing with my sisters & cousins was more important than anything to do with my physical appearance, I was perfectly content to have my mother pick my clothes and to have my hair cornrowed. And if my mother was being especially kind (and she had the time) we could have our hair "threaded".

Nowadays, I look around me and know that most people haven't grown up the way we did. There are many black girls these days who see cornrows as a fashion statement, and not something that is part of their heritage. Granted, as a child there were very few women around me who seriously considered having cornrows--these were for children and women too poor to be able to afford the chemicals to artificially curl or straighten their hair. But this is how we grew up. In most cases, relaxing chemicals did not touch your hair till you were in your teens. Your hair was given the opportunity to grow as you grew. With the rise in influence of Western ideals these days there are little girls as young as five with relaxed hair--why?

The environment we live in does not always (in most cases we are simply not "allowed to be") encourage black people to choose how to physically express themselves. Most black women start relaxing their hair at a young age, and most will continue to do so till they are little old ladies. Fine, but what is lost when we allow ourselves to give up part of our "self" because it does not conform to an accepted physical ideal (i.e. straight hair--the straighter the better, then if you wish to include curls, don't do anything that will make you look too "black"--whatever that is)?

(As an aside, I remember reading an article in Elle(?--or was it Vogue?)written by a 20-something year-old woman about natural hairstyles. I was shocked by the level of ignorance she displayed with regards to caring for natural hair. She had relaxed hers for so long, that it had become the natural state for her and to top it all, she couldn't think of any "famous"/well-known black women with natural hair--Jill Scott, Angie Stone, Erykah Badu, Alice Walker? Actually, the thing that shocked me most was the fact that one of these magazines had invited a black woman to write about black hair at all--spitefully, it crossed my mind that this would probably be a "blue moon" occurrence. And as far as I can tell, it has been.)

Most of the teenage girls I see have straight hair--it is either relaxed or has a weave attached (or they have braided extensions). This is the norm. And that is a shame. Alicia Keys' entrance into the world of music was a breath of fresh air--image-wise. Girls started experimenting with different styles that were not limited to something which could only be created with straight hair. Yet, even this was a blip on the radar and, in most cases, we are now back to business as usual.

I have locs, but for a relatively short period regularly relaxed my hair and understand the pressure that forces girls and women (and in many cases men) to conform to ideals that will not allow us to just "be" . Yet, it is still a shame to see the heads of so many children and young adults subjected to harsh chemicals at a time when their bodies have yet to complete their development. Depending on age and means, someone is buying the chemicals for them--wouldn't it be better to give them the time needed to let their hair grow so that it is strong enough to withstand the effects of harsh chemicals? At some point, a child as young as five has to be encouraged to believe that as they are, they are beautiful. If at a later point they choose to relax the hair, Jheri Curl it (ha!ha!--just kidding), use braided extensions, weave it, etc. then they can make that decision from a position of strength and not from years of conformity (and "hair-abuse"--my hair has never been as strong, as thick and as black as it once was. What is the effect of long-term use of chemical relaxers on our hair and our bodies?).

The above may seem like an unrealistic ideal and a desire to restrict the choices open to young and older women with regards to their hair styles. But, recalling the quotation marks around the word free, how free are we--young and old--when the norm is to artificially create what we do not have in our natural state?

(c)