The Post has been running a "series" of stories about black men in the 21st century. The latest installment is about a black woman in Washington looking for a good black man. Her story, unfortunately, sounds so familiar and definitely hits close to home. The story brings up a lot of the issues I've discussed ad nauseum with friends and associates and read about all too often.
Here's an excerpt of the most poignant parts:
Then they went to a dinner party with some of her lawyer and journalist friends. He was uncomfortable and quiet all evening. Her friends later told her they didn't like him, either.
Soon after, he was always calling her stuck-up or "bougie." And she began to think of him as "ghetto." She mentioned wanting to hire a housekeeper when she married. Bougie, he thought. He bought bootleg movies. "Straight-up ghetto," she told him.
She stayed with him for several more months, not ready to muster the courage to be alone again and lose the comfort of having a hand to hold, a Friday night date and the sound of a man on her phone at night.
I'm a lot like the woman in the story: hopeful that I'll find the right man...preferably black but more importantly, perfect for me.
For the full story, click here: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/07/AR2006100701070_pf.html
P.S. Nice job, Krissah!
1 comment:
hey, the Young Friends Society is hosting a speed dating event soon. you should come out and see what we're working with. you never know...and bring a male friend!! we need to keep it balanced. :)
www.myspace.com/youngfriends
-sdt
Post a Comment