I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
– D.H. Lawrence
I avoided it as long as I could but I finally caved and read the profile piece on Helena Andrews whose memoir “Bitch Is the New Black” will be made into a film taking a satirical look at the struggles of successful young black women in the city. Seriously, I tried to avoid this piece like Tila Tequila avoids reality but the dark side was just too strong. If you haven’t read the profile, I can save you some trouble. Think “Sex in the City” but with black people (Obama effect???). Seriously though folks…again? We’re going to do this yet again? My biggest problem is that it seems to once again paint this bleak picture for black women when the truth is, this is just life. Seriously, when has finding a significant other been easy FOR ANYONE???? If anything this is more about women needing a serious reality check to snap them back to Earth and not some fictional fairytale. Honestly I read this:
In a series of essays, Andrews documents the lives of so many young black women who appear to have everything: looks, charm, Ivy League degrees, great jobs. Closets packed full of fabulous clothes; fabulous condos in fabulous gentrified neighborhoods; fabulous vacations, fabulous friends. And yet they are lonely: Their lives are repetitive, desperate and empty.
And immediately I said “Well son of a bitch…Welcome to my life”.
I mean hell, I’m almost 30. I’m single. I’m successful, have a great career, my own home, etc. You don’t see me getting flustered. Oh wait, I’m a man so it’s “easier” for me. Yeah right. In what universe? It’s like women have this asinine idea that men can just wake up and say “I think I’m gonna get in a serious relationship today”, roll out of bed, drink a cup of coffee and then propose to the first girl they meet on the street. Please. This relationship game is just as frustrating and confusing for us as it is for you. I’m always hearing women complaining about doing their best to find a man and striking out. I’m reminded of the quote “Losers always whine about doing their best, winners go home and fuck the prom queen.” Women spend an incredible amount of time in some kind of pathetic self-pity/self-loathing state where they moan and complain about not having a man but never really do anything to remedy that. You sit around all day gossiping about reality shows to escape from your own reality. You talk about the mistakes these other “fools” on TV make when you yourself do the same exact thing. Case in point, the story about “cornrows” in the profile:
Cornrows, she says, seems nice, but that is the problem. “He can put together coherent sentences, but they are not in any way related to my life,” she says. She laughs, but catches herself. She knows the man is trying hard. She also knows Cornrows doesn’t stand a chance.
“I’m a mean woman. I don’t date nice people. That’s why I’ll be alone for the rest of my life. I will always have to settle.”
Staffer: “You need a man in your life. They come in handy for labor.”
Andrews: “He offered to help me move. That was nice.”
Lawyer: “He wasn’t nice to offer. He just wants to get with you.”
Andrews: “I don’t find him attractive. If he was funny, that would go a long way. He could be my winter boo. I need a boo. My life sucks. When your life sucks, a winter boo with his own apartment would be awesome to have.”
Winter boo? Really? You’re complaining about not having a long term solution in sight but here you’re considering a short term seasonal fling. In this day and age of instant gratification I think people are forgetting they have to put work into getting a good relationship. If “cornrows” or any other man for that matter can’t relate to you and your life, why are you dealing with him? It has nothing to do with not liking nice guys. He doesn’t relate to you. End of story. But no, please torture yourself some more by keeping him around as a “winter boo.” Do women hate themselves that much that they’ll sacrifice their own dignity just to have a warm body beside them during the winter months? Please. Turn the heat up and get an electric blanket. Infinitely more reliable and less mess to deal with.
Honestly, that part of the profile is what made me dismiss this whole idea without even reading the book. Here you have a self proclaimed successful woman who has a career, the degrees and the lifestyle she apparently wants…but because ONE thing in her life isn’t on the schedule she would like, her “life sucks.” Are you kidding me? This type of ridiculous self pity is wholly unattractive. No successful black man is going to be attracted to a woman who can’t even appreciate the great things going for her in her life (Hint: This could possibly be why you aren’t attracting them and why you are single). I guess I should chalk this up as one of the things men get that women don’t. Would I like to have a long term relationship leading to eventual marriage and kids? Of course. Will I let the fact that I’m nearing thirty and that hasn’t happened yet take away from the fact that my life overall has been great? Hell no. Why? Because that’s life. I deal with it.
Here’s the first problem men and women have with relationships. Its this bogus sense of entitlement. “I have a good job, my own money…I’m successful…why can’t I find someone.” Congratulations on not being a bum, that’s what you’re suppose to do. It’s like saying “But I’m a good parent” – Well asshole, you’re suppose to be. You don’t get a medal and a lifetime achievement award for being mediocre and doing the bare minimums in life. Also, there’s a false equivalency to being “successful” and having a good relationship. There are poor people who have nothing but the clothes on their back and the love for their significant others. There are successful men like Tiger Woods who can’t seem to connect with anyone in a meaningful relationship. Having what you need to be a productive member of society does not mean that you are all of the sudden entitled to a great relationship off the break. This isn’t some fantasy romance novel or artificially created video game world where getting a job, a house and success unlocks the “Good Black Man” achievement. It takes time, persistence and I can admit, a little luck. But that goes for everyone, men and women.
Andrews writes about what it is like for a young, black woman dating in D.C., trying to find a mate who seems ever elusive. The futile rituals are familiar: the dressing up, the eager cab ride over to the party, the hold-your-breath as you walk in, scanning the room quickly for any looks returned. The mantra sounding in the back of your head: “So-and-so found a man last year at a party like this. Maybe tonight is my night.”
And so we arrive at problem number two. Actually, it’s a two parter. First, you’re looking for a man at a party. Parties are probably the worse place to find a mate. Look at the ritual that goes into it. Both males and females go through some sort of satanic ritual of getting themselves made up to be something they aren’t. Parties are where people go to hide their flaws. You put your best outfit on, cake your face in makeup and pretend to be something you really aren’t. Yup, great place to meet a soulmate. Furthermore, most men don’t go to parties looking for a significant, meaningful relationship. Most men go to parties to cut up with their boys, drink and maybe find some chick to bone either that night or by the end of the following week. Trying to find potential at a party is like trying to find a condom in Lil Wayne’s crib: You might find one under the cushions of the couch but chances are, you’re ass out of luck.
The second part to this problem is thinking that just because someone else found a man at a party like this, that you would. Wondering why your friend found a man or got married and you didn’t is like wondering why some group of factory workers in Maine won the PowerBall and you didn’t. Going to a similar party because it worked for them is then like saying “Well I’ll just play the winning numbers from last week because they won last time.” What worked for someone else, might not work for you. In order to find out what works for YOU, you have to live YOUR life…not the life of your friends and certainly not the life of some imaginary people on TV. I’m convinced you can have more success at the grocery store, local book store, park or any other place where people go to enjoy being themselves. If you do the things you like to do outside of “going to parties” and “dancing”, you might find your Prince Charming sooner than you think. Of course this requires you to figure out what you like to do. Now if all you can think of is “dancing” an “going to parties”, well then “Houston we have a problem….”
The last problem men and women have with getting into a good relationship goes back to the initial problem I had with the profile. Andrews flatly states that she’s not attracted to “Cornrows”. Then why are you talking to him? If you think he’s a loser, why continue the charade? Not only do you risk bogging yourself down in a deadend relationship, but good black men do notice when you decide to forgo all logic and stick it out in a bad relationship. If you’re wondering why you can’t attract a good man then you need to consider that the vibes you give off are interpreted as you being attracted to losers. You’re not even 30 and you’re talking about settling? Really? That’s like giving up on life. Get real.
Finding a mate is hard, for everyone. Women are stressing out at 30 now because they’re “getting old.” But really, let’s look back in history. Women used to get married at 16…then 18…then 25…see a pattern here. As our society evolves so do social norms. Its not the end of the world to be single at 30. That crap about “biological clock is ticking” is bullshit in this day and age of medical discovery and we all know it. People are living longer and having kids later in life. The key is to remember that if you are truly successful then you have a great life and you should live it. Love will come eventually if you actually put the work in to find it. Sure it won’t be easy but nether were getting your degrees and career. You didn’t just roll out of bed and were handed an Ivy League degree and a decent salary. So why do you think finding love will be any different? You’re only lonely if you want to be lonely. If you really want to change that, get off your ass and go do it. Make the necessary changes in what you do to better your options. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. And right now I know a lot of insane people.