*Happily Me*
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The construal of the model black woman garners the ability to encompass an immeasurable range of unparalleled love. With a repertoire like that, some would believe that the black woman is a force to be reckoned with. And they’d be correct.
Yet, even with the innate ability to rule a country like Queen Amina and the effortless poise to “run the world” á la Beyoncé, there remains two subject matters that have perplexed and frustrated the black woman for years:
Black men. And black hair.
Even with wisdom on end, we have struggled with mastering the complexities and intricacies of each, in turn treading a thin line as not to lose both. And unfortunately, it seems as though we do not have a firm grasp on either.
One would have to be in deep hiding somewhere, along with LeBron James’ championship ring, to not know the dismal state of black women in relation to marriage and relationships, or lack thereof.
Many of us have grown accustomed to seeing the stark stats plastered like economical wallpaper in a shady motel throughout our favorite women’s magazines, websites and talk shows.
Forty-two percent of black women living in America have never been married, which is twice the amount compared to white women. Seventy percent of black women who hold a bachelor’s degree or higher still don’t hold a wedding ring. And even if every single black man in the U.S. were to magically wake up one day, come to their senses, and marry a black woman, that would still leave one in 12 black women on the sidelines.
Quite like that wallpaper, the facts are harsh and unpleasant. Like we would cover up tacky wall décor, we cover up our wounded pride with elaborate productions of our other accomplishments.
College degree? Check. Living in your own place paying your own bills on time? Check. No kids? Bonus points. And just as you’re cruising in your newly leased BMW 6 series convertible bumping “I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T,” you glance over at a vacant passenger seat and realize how empty these accomplishments feel without anyone to enjoy the ride with you.
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The construal of the model black woman garners the ability to encompass an immeasurable range of unparalleled love. With a repertoire like that, some would believe that the black woman is a force to be reckoned with. And they’d be correct.
Yet, even with the innate ability to rule a country like Queen Amina and the effortless poise to “run the world” á la Beyoncé, there remains two subject matters that have perplexed and frustrated the black woman for years:
Black men. And black hair.
Even with wisdom on end, we have struggled with mastering the complexities and intricacies of each, in turn treading a thin line as not to lose both. And unfortunately, it seems as though we do not have a firm grasp on either.
One would have to be in deep hiding somewhere, along with LeBron James’ championship ring, to not know the dismal state of black women in relation to marriage and relationships, or lack thereof.
Many of us have grown accustomed to seeing the stark stats plastered like economical wallpaper in a shady motel throughout our favorite women’s magazines, websites and talk shows.
Forty-two percent of black women living in America have never been married, which is twice the amount compared to white women. Seventy percent of black women who hold a bachelor’s degree or higher still don’t hold a wedding ring. And even if every single black man in the U.S. were to magically wake up one day, come to their senses, and marry a black woman, that would still leave one in 12 black women on the sidelines.
Quite like that wallpaper, the facts are harsh and unpleasant. Like we would cover up tacky wall décor, we cover up our wounded pride with elaborate productions of our other accomplishments.
College degree? Check. Living in your own place paying your own bills on time? Check. No kids? Bonus points. And just as you’re cruising in your newly leased BMW 6 series convertible bumping “I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T,” you glance over at a vacant passenger seat and realize how empty these accomplishments feel without anyone to enjoy the ride with you.
read more here
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What about me? I'm single, want to get married, and I don't wear weaves, sooooooo...
