Monday 17 March 2014

25 Lessons: 6-10

6. People eliminate themselves. When someone shows you their true colours, believe them. I tend to be a passive aggressive person. Not everyone fucks with that but that's just who I am. I would much rather ignore a problematic person and have them simply vanish from my life without any effort to depreciate them on my part. Some people are into the arguing, confrontational approach. They like ending things with a bang. I don't. I find that many times we don't have to do much for people to either secure or lose their place in our lives. As a matter of fact it was Big Page who left me with this gem: "people self-destruct". Often times in our many relationships with various people we begin seeing true colors. Our first reaction is often to ignore or justify to ourself this change we see happening, because we care. But as time passes and those 'colours' become brighter and brighter they are harder to ignore. The thing to remember is that we can not control other people, what they choose to do is up to them. Therefor it is not our job to try to change them into a suitable candidate for our lives. If they prove themselves to be assholes/cunts we are obligated to believe them and let them go. No shade needed, they have already made themselves out to look bad without our help. 

7. Petty things are a big deal. It took me a while to form this theory because it took so much personal strength and insight but let me explain. Petty actions, impulse reactions and small minded responses are not excusable simply because they're petty. In fact, these reactions coming from people tell you more than anything else, what you can expect from a person further down the line. Follow me here: someone disagrees with something you have said or done, but rather than speak on it like grown folks, they resort to pettiness. They express their discontent, just never directly. Why is this a big deal if it's so petty? Simple. If this is the way they handle small, easily solved problems, what should you expect when the big problems arise? More of the same (See #6). What makes it more of a big deal is the disappointment from having had your great expectations of an individual to be mature, tarnished by something so easily avoidable. The only valid response: smh. 

8. Perception is reality. I always believed that it was most important what happened behind closed doors, rather than what we expose to the world. That character was more important than reputation. While I still whole-heatedly believe in integrity, we can not simply ignore the image we put out to the world in favor of only concerning ourselves with our private life. I'll use extreme examples: when I was in high school, I had a shit load of guy friends. I had girl friends too but my guy friends were my favorite. By the tenth grade I had only just had my first kiss and was so wildly self-conscious of my body, I wouldn't dare begin taking my clothes off for any other reason than to take a shower, much less sex. I was raised with and by men and found it easier to relate to my male counterparts. Yet rumors were circling that I was sleeping with certain guys, if not all of them. I started getting dirty looks and felt horrendously more awkward than I had before. I left high school a virgin, but according to high school, I was hoeing it up since 15.  Yes people are small minded and childish but I had given them reason to believe the lies. I was always ditching class to hang out with the guys, attending all the football games and basketball games religiously, and forever huggin' up on my homies. Sure, I spent time with my girls but that wasn't enough to balance it out. Perception. My integrity may have been in tact but my dignity was destroyed without my permission. What's the lesson here? What you do privately is important, but what the world sees of us is equally if not more important. We have to carry ourselves the way we wish to be treated, because the world doesn't know what we do behind closed doors. Nor do they care. 

9. New logic. I've been having a hard time comprehending the logic I see people subscribe to via social media. Yes, I'm talking about "twitter logic". Where there are very few grey areas or exceptions because somehow typing in 140 characters makes it gospel. For example the whole "you a hoe if...." or the many conclusions drawn on people of different races or sexual orientations. I snicker a how closed minded most of it is but I cringe at how many people truly live by those logics. Your favorite tweeter said it so it must be next to God's word Himself. Tragic. The days of individuality and personal opinion are dead. We instead just hit the RT button and cosign a statement so general it couldn't possibly be true. Real logic says that there is always an exception, even if we don't know of it or never encounter it. 

10.  I've been ignoring myself. I lost myself entirely in 2013 and it drives me to madness to even acknowledge it. I used to have the utmost confidence in everything I did. Every decision I made, whether it turned out well or not, I stood by. 2013 saw me compromise my sanity and truer self for the gratification of others. I ended up being confused, frustrated, tired, angry, sad and depressed. I went through some rough shit, as I'm sure many have. Truthfully I almost caved entirely and gave up on ever becoming the self I knew I could be. But I had so many good people around me, reminding me of the potential for greatness. I figured, so many people can't be wrong. So that's my resolution for 2014. To go back to my true self. At any cost. 

The Articulate Bitch

Face Paint

Face Paint

In 2009 when I started makeup school (Complections International, Toronto ... WHOOOOP!), I was one of only two black females in my class. Actually, in my whole school of about 80 students. You see, we hadn't quite embraced the whole makeup thing yet. But in the age of the exotic dancer/video vixen/celebrity girlfriend (all three) turned entrepreneur that has us seeing far more women of colour in the spotlight, we've not only embraced the makeup thing, we've become our own market within the makeup industry. 

How do I know? Well, quite simply I've been observing the changes through these past five years of being a makeup whore. In school, I could scarcely find my shade in a foundation. I'm not even dark skinned so to me that showed just how little this industry catered to us. Used to be the only place a black girl could buy makeup was at MAC (shout out to them, Toronto born company embracing all shades, all races, all sexes from the very beginning), Fashion Fair and if you could find it, Black Opal. The models were white, sometimes Asian or Spanish for the sake of "diversity" but never black girls. You know how they represented us? Usually with a bi racial girl with curly hair. *side eye*

Now? Well, glory glory hallelujah we are free at last. All cosmetic companies from the very top such as NARS, Smashbox, Clinique, and LancĂ´me all the way to the mass marketed L'oreal, Maybelline and CoverGirl have expanded their previously pale horizons and included a great many darker shades. 

On the flip side now every other mildly ratchet chick is a makeup artist and we've managed to get lost in the hype and forgot we wear this shit differently and certain rules need apply to us (for example stop highlighting all the way around your eyebrows with super light concealer. Your eyebrows looks like they're glowing).

Anyway, just for fun here are somethings to know about us women and our addiction to makeup. 

1. No, we don't have enough. There are never too many lipsticks or eye shadows. Yes I have 3 different mascaras that do the same thing. It's. Never. Enough. 

2. Don't ask how much it cost. It was a lot. We need to hustle extra hard to buy this shit. $20-$40 lipstick is not a game. We get points and loyalty cards just so we can catch a break once in a while. By the way, gift cards to makeup stores are such appreciated gifts. You have NO idea. But $200+ please cuz we've had our eye on that one thing we like. 

3. Stop telling me I'm pretty without makeup like I'm gonna stop wearing it. I'm not. Some girls wear makeup because they have to but the truly passionate makeup whore wears makeup because she LIKES to. It's fun, it's artistic we enjoy doing it and shopping for it an learning about it. So leave us to our hobbies. 

4. You're going to wait on us a lot. You telling us to be ready in 10 minutes is simply not feasible unless our face is already beat (meaning we already have makeup on). I dunno about you bitches but I take 10 mins doing my mascara alone. So either give us more time to prepare or prepare to wait cuz either way we not leaving until we're presentable. Depending on your bitch, that could be a while. 

5. Stop acting like you don't like it. When it's us it's "you don't need it. I dunno why you wear it. Is all this shit really necessary?"... But when it's the "model" looking back at it on your phone wallpaper with the 3 eyeshadow combo with false lashes and heavy contouring, it isn't so bad is it? Ah. Yes. Logic. 

6. Yes, we are looking at the next bitch's face. Yes we're making a mental note that her eyelash is coming off her eyeliner is crooked and dear god is that lipstick on her teeth? Of course we are looking. Just like you fellas would peep if homie in line at the bank was wearing fake Jordans. 

7. Understand our obsessions. Every makeup collector has her fixation. Some collect lipstick some are bronzer fanatics, some girls love fake lashes and mascara. Personally, I'm eyebrow obsessed. I won't step foot outside unless my eyebrows are perfect. Every time. Don't trivialize it to us. We know it's "just makeup" but it's on our faces for fucks sake! In the immortal words of Eryka Badu "keep in mind that I'm a artist.... And I'm sensitive about my shit."

8. You line up for Jordans. Why? Because they're limited and exclusive and you just gotta have em. Well, I got up at 8am to be at MAC when it opened at 10am (I needed an hour to do my makeup... Obviously) to buy 3 of the same limited edition lipstick. Problem? What's that, crickets I hear? Ah, I thought so. 

9. White tees make us nervous. We wanna hug you, really we do, but the way my MAC StudioFix C8 is set up.... 

10. It's a big deal if we let you see us without our makeup on. IT IS. I dated a guy for 5 months before he saw me without eyebrows. I'm dead ass. So if you're makeup whore girlfriend takes off her face for you, don't take it lightly. That's vulnerability at its finest. 


The Articulate Bitch

Social Media, Bae!

Social Media, Bae!

I'm old. Well, kind of. I'm 25. I still remember when flip phones were cool and you recorded your own ring tones. When MSN was our instant messenger of choice, Facebook wasn't popular yet, and relationships were judged by how much time you spent with or on one another. 

Remember those days? When you knew you were into each other because you spent HOURS on the phone, saying nothing. When you put their name in hearts in your MSN screen name. You had his school sweater, he had those corny dog tags with your picture etched into the metal.  People knew you were together because they saw you spend time. Valentines day, anniversaries and birthdays were always celebrated and no one had ever heard of a side chick.

Oh, to be young again. Well, young again and with less technology. Seems to me the basis by which we relate in our relationships has changed greatly. Now it's less about how you relate to each other and more about how well you convey your love via social media. Some things I understand, they're just updated ways of doing the same old things but some logics quite simply escape me. 

1. Couple Pics - these have and will always be the cornerstone of flaunting your relationship. See before, you'd have those photo booth joints hung up somewhere like your locker or in your notebook. Physical copies posted in private places. Cool. Then we started sharing them online. Still cool, except now there was no telling who could see them. Fast forward to now when "if you didn't put it on instagram, it never happened,". You got a man? If he's not hugged up with you on your IG, he must not really be yours. Logic.

2. Dates - I can confidently say I don't recall going on many dates. Honestly, when I was young I had to be home at a certain time and boys' allowance couldn't take us much farther than dessert at Cafe Demetres (daps to you if you know bout that spot). As I got older I went on a few, but never announced it or discussed my date with anyone other than my home girls or my mom. Now? Well, once again, you've got to IG the meal or you never ate it. Fuck enjoying yourself, honey. You've got to keep a mental count of how much he's spending because twitter says it ain't shit unless it's at least a $200 date. That's right. We're conducting dates according to standards set by people we don't even know. 

3. Creeping - I hate to say it but this is probably the most useful yet most detrimental update to relationships these days. While yes, creeping can help you catch a disrespectful lover, it can also make you obsessive and borderline stalker. As women, I firmly believe we know deep down if our man is doing dirt or not. Some of us have actual reasons to support these thoughts and other women are just crazy and suspicious. But one thing remains true: he's lazy and sloppy to get caught so easily (and it is easy) on social media, when there are plenty of private avenues to conduct this behaviour. Yes, creeping is insecure behaviour, but lest we forget how many times a cheater has been caught by fucking up on social media. Consider the alternative; probably be her showing up places following you around... In person.

4. Staking Claim - Rings are for married folk and the abstinent. We may not be writing our names on notebooks anymore but we (usually females) certainly stake our claim online. Partially because it's a jungle out here and partially because we love telling people that we're taken. So yes, his name is in our bio or we put little heart, diamond ring and crown emojis up so folks know we're head over heels. Then we sit online and tweet relentlessly about "him". While dudes stake their claim far more subtly and privately 'cause you know.... Side chick may be creeping. 

5. Gifts - thoughtful gifts? Forget it. These gifts gotta go up on instagram so people can google the cost and nod in silent, insignificant approval. It doesn't matter if you got him an original vinyl copy of Reasonable Doubt because he's a die hard Jay Z fan, them Jordans came out on Saturday and you didn't cop them for him. And while it was nice you got her a ballet slipper charm for her Tiffany charm bracelet because she aced her last audition, you past David's and those new Loubs to get to Tiffany's. Get it? No? I don't either. 

Like I said, I'm old. I'm a hopeless romantic who believes in privacy because in this day and age EVERYBODY has something to say. I don't need outside approval of how I behave in my relationship. I don't care if you never see the gifts he buys me or if you wonder why we have no pics on instagram. I could care less if my name is in his bio or if our dates cost $200. You know what I care about? Him. Me. Us. I could throw up a pic of myself and any nigga on the net, wouldn't make him my man. I could post pics of expensive shoes and pricy meals, wouldn't mean I was getting spoiled. It might be what it looks like, then again, it really might not be. I would rather you see nothing and wonder, than to show you anything simply to be validated by public opinion. 

But that's just me. 

The Articulate Bitch