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

Friday, 11 October 2013

25 Lessons

25

What better way to celebrate my birthday than by returning to my readers? It's October 12th 2013 and a bitch just hit that good old quarter century milestone. I'm an older ting now zeen?

I decided that a landmark such as this should start on the right note. So I thought I might impart some wisdom I've gained in my few but many years of life. Some things I have only learned recently and others are lessons we are taught before we can tie our shoes and correctly tell time. Here are my top 25 lessons learned by 25.

1. Do unto others as you would have done unto you. Seems so straight forward but we forget everyday how important it is. Regardless of whatever characteristics or realities we feel separate us from other people we often lose sight of the fact that we are all, in essence the same. We all have struggled and fears, victories and joys. We all experience up an downs in life that have such effects on us they can change us permanently, both for better and worse. That being said, whether we interact only in passing or as close companions in life, treating each other with the same basic graces we would expect for ourselves has become nothing more than a fairy tale. No one holds doors open, says please or thank you, gives up seats for old ladies or helps the blind cross the street. I mean, I'm not expecting people to become saints over night but honestly let's find our basic manners. 

2. Attitude is everything. The whole positivity wave is everywhere these days. Everyone becomes a philosopher when the topic arises and I suppose there are plenty worse things to be obsessed with on such a wide scale. But truly, having the right attitude can drastically change the outcome of many situations. How many times have you over reacted or said something you regretted, having the situation become wildly more inflated than it ever had to be? Or how many times have you fallen into a habit of feeling like shit and watched as your life just past you by, making you feel more like shit? That last one has been me SO many times in life. I'm far more emotion-driven than I care to admit so I get into these major slumps sometimes when everything just sort of, stops. I feel crappy so I don't feel like doing anything productive. Then nothing good happens so I feel more crappy. Vicious cycle. You gotta find a way to pull yourself out of those fucked up hamster wheel modes we humans get into. Life is both too long AND too short. Grow up, put on some red lipstick and your big girl shoes and get back to life. 

3. Social media is a relationship killer. I had to add this because the reality is, I live on social media! I get my news, my music, my weather, my fashion, and sometimes even my food from social media. Shouldn't be surprising that we meet people we date there too. That being said, the one thing that we should never use social media for is our relationships. Relationships are the one thing reserved for just two people. There are subtle things, inside jokes, knowing glances and private moments that other people should never be privy to. These sites bring out the ugly in people. I am and have never been an exception to this. On TDotWire my boyfriend's side piece sent me a message. On Facebook I found out the guy I was talking to was still with his "ex". MySpace ... Well no, MySpace was never that cool....... but Twitter is where I first got in trouble for creeping and my him planted tweets to make me angry. Yes, social networks are great for many things but for relationships..... Not so much. 

4. Never mix business and pleasure. Money and feelings don't mix. If you've ever loaned or borrowed money from a friend or tried to get into business with a lover, you know what this is about. Some people turn into strange beings when money gets involved. Not everyone knows the value of money, not the amount, but the value of the work taken to make it. Spoiled children think everything will always be given to them because, big or small, nothing has value to them. They are never satisfied with what they have because they feel they can and will always be GIVEN more without lifting a finger. So they think everything will always be that easy. What a rude awakening they are in for. The same goes for grown folks. Some folks don't know the value of money so you can't expect them to know they have obligations to fulfill before they get it. Reading these people had become so key in finding people I want to work with and do great things with in the future. Thankfully I'm getting the hang of it. 

5.  Good riddance to bad rubbish! Never feel bad about trimming the fat in your life. Sometimes we just need to declutter our lives and get rid of the negative forces. ESPECIALLY relationships! Always remember that the person who holds that sweet spot in your heart and warm place in your bed should inspire only the best thoughts and dearest feelings. They should be your rock, your saving grace. If at any point that changes into resentment, anger, fear or disappointments which can not be resolved, you as a person owe it to yourself to leave. We often think that toughing it out is the right thing to do, and while quitting cold turkey and giving up at the drop of a hat is ill advised, so is torturing yourself. Sometimes your efforts will simply not be enough. You can talk til you're blue in the face, they just don't hear you. You try guiding them in the right direction, they just won't go. You fight tooth and nail against giving up on them because you care, but it doesn't work. You've done all you could, and are making yourself miserable trying anymore. So you throw in the towel, perhaps for the better of both of you. Expect backlash, hurt people hurt people. They will have things to say, they may share you secrets and weaknesses but always remember that they, too have their own. So see lesson #1. 


There's the first 5 lessons, next Saturday I'll share some more. If you've got your own you'd like me to add tweet me @ ArticulateBxtch #25Lessons



The Articulate Bitch

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

The Bitch

Man, it's been a really long and difficult hiatus from the blog! I missed y'all oh so much, but my poor mind was so scrambled the last few months I couldn't articulate a damn thing....

I think sometimes the healthiest thing we can do is take a step back when things start to get too hectic and re evaulate. You know, devise a new game plan. So the plan now is simple, I'm on a happiness wave. I hope y'all will ride the wave with me.

I have tons of new posts and great content for you guys, and I'm hoping y'all will get involved in some  of the interactive things I have in store.

Tell a bitch to tell a bitch to tell a bitch....

The Bitch is back....







The Articulate Bitch

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Love's Invisible Price Tag

I'm torn on a certain subject. I've done my dues to weigh the pros and cons and still I find myself at a loss. It is a rare topic that leaves me without a definitive opinion, yet whenever this one arises the logic of both sides leaves me on the fence. 

As women of 2013 and beyond, we are expected to be the wonder woman. We are expected to have discovered the magical balance between maintaining the home as gender roles, society and history have taught us and being new age women of the workplace, making our own money. While neither niche is any less relevant or important than the other I wonder to myself how much pressure men feel to do the same. 

What I mean to say is, have the roles changed for men as well? Are the expectations we have of the kings in our lives raised to a new standard, or has the independent woman made the lives of men that much easier? Are we demanding less of men as we demand more of ourselves?

Years ago, the best a girl could hope for was to find a good man, with a good job. Your ambitions revolved around this future you envisioned, wherein your future husband was the centre of your life. His contribution was invaluable. Poor thing, what would you ever do if he left you? Divorce rates were low and the nuclear family reigned supreme. Normal was normal and any variant of it was frowned upon. 

Something happened, however. Things changed and women became contenders in the world of making money. Equality attained entirely or not, no one can deny that fact. We are completely able and even expected to live out lives without men. There goes that husband-central mentality. Now this man, who we greatly NEEDED before is no longer a necessity. Now your good man, with a good job is like... an accessory. While having him is nice, should he vanish tomorrow your world would keep spinning. Your rent would still get paid, you wouldn't go hungry, nothing would stop. So now you don't need a man to do those things for you, so what? Well, what do you need him for? Sex? Please. Dick is a dime a dozen (and so is pussy). 

So you got your shit together, right? You make your own money and don't ask anybody for anything. A dude with all his shit together will probably really like you. A broke dude will too. Let's not ignore the fact that we are women, we have feelings whether we want to acknowledge them or not. We want somebody to love and to love us. What greater thing is there than that? Here comes the dilemma: in this current situation where self preservation and stunting is above all, where appearances matter and we damn sure care what people think, what's more important? The love? Or the money?

Really. Serious question. 

Should you love blindly and whole heatedly? Loving a man with ambition, drive, potential to be something great, even if he hasn't reached greatness yet? Or learning to love a man who appears to have it all figured out already? I suppose that sounds a bit biased, so let me flip it. Should we set our standards at a certain point, regarding anything less than what we want and feel we deserve (and plenty times we damn well deserve it) as settling for less? Should we demand excellence from the very beginning? Life is both too long and too short to blindly invest in anything, isn't it?

Has not needing a man now given them the option to take their time becoming the providers they once were in the name of ambition and potential? Are we complaining about the pitfalls of being with a guy who's on the come up, only to enable him? 

I adore a guy with ambition. I love that passion that drives him to attain goal after goal and how happy an accomplished man is. It's dope to be proud of your king. Why shouldn't you share in his victories and cheer him on? In fact many great men are where they are now because they had a dope chick with them.

I guess what I'm really wondering is: where is the line? How much are we supposed to expect our man to do for us, since we can do it all for ourselves now? Should we expect him to take care of us if we've worked so hard to prove he doesn't have to? Maybe that's the point. Is that the new role men are meant to play? Should we be searching for a guy who has proven he can do better than ourselves? Are we doing something wrong if our king isn't there...yet? 

Who's a better woman? The one supporting and standing by her ambitious man? Or the one who held out for a guy who could put the icing on her cake?

The Articulate Bitch

Friday, 7 June 2013

Ambitious Girl: Part 2 - Dreams & Nightmares



I have this recurring dream (it's more of a nightmare really) where I'm a doll. Doesn't sound terribly frightening, I know. But I'm not just a regular doll like a Barbie or a Bratz doll, I'm like one of those super realistic, lifelike, rubber companion dolls. Like the ones dudes be obsessed with on those shows they run on A&E or TLC or whatever. In my nightmare I have no control, my life is not my own. I don't decide what I wear, what I eat, or what I do all day. I don't speak, although I have my own thoughts and can hear myself thinking. I'm paraded around, put on display to be viewed. My 'companion' is a mystery to me. I hear his voice, I can see him, even feel him, but I never see his face. Whenever he turns to look at me, I avert my eyes. At night he does to my doll self what those dudes do with their dolls at night, then falls asleep snoring only for me to become a real person again. By this time I usually end the dream closing my eyes as if to sleep, then wake up. Creepy, right? But that is, quite literally, my greatest fear. Not having control over my life because I've given it away to someone else.

In our lifetime we all go through the motions of "living for others". These stages where we forget about ourselves because love feels too good, I'm having too much fun, or I don't want to be an asshole. There should never be anyone around you who would MAKE you do anything. You should just know when it's within you to be there when they need you, and they, as your lover/friend/relative/coworker/ boss etc, should understand that you have limits much like they do. Don't mistake me, love and responsibility are very real. They tie us to things and people that are important and truly MEAN something to us. They are reserved for things we value. But at any point that love becomes the chore in your life, or that responsibility is sucking your soul dry (like a thankless job or an unfortunate obligation) you come to the crossroad when you need to decide who you are obligated to keep happy... FOR REAL.

You, sitting there, reading this now, have felt this. There's the sad part: "I do too much to help people and no one ever helps me,". The realization: "Then when they help me they make me feel like I owe them a favor,". The angry part: "Yo. Fuck EVERYBODY. I'm not doing no more favors. I ain't helpin' SHIT!". The "obvious" exceptions: "only blank blank and blank can ask me for anything,". Then we make ourselves the villain we think everyone else is: "I'm gonna start being selfish like everybody else is,". That last part is the kicker. We think everybody who shits on the world is only thinking of themselves because they're not giving handouts and favors. We think, if generosity hurts this goddamn much, selfishness must be euphoria. We decide to live for ourselves.

Now in all honesty, most people are not too successful cutting off the world and rediscovering themselves this way. Sometimes it works out quite well, as I've witnessed. Sometimes it damages people and makes them hateful. They end up isolated, lonely tweeting on a Friday night playing Sade. So why does it work for some and not for others? I'm gonna go on observation.

From what I can see, it's like everything else in life; moderation. Prioritize; lose dead weight and keep the good people. The supportive ones who have their own goals to motivate them. The ones who fantasize about being rich with you. Know what things are worthy of your time and effort. My opinion is that is something is rotten, you cut it off. If its causing me too much stress, I can't really be bothered with it. I'll try hard to preserve the peace around me but it's real quiet for the chaos if the trying don't work. Be generous where generosity is warranted and deserved and you will never feel as though the favor is not being returned. The right people do this without being asked. It's probably the dopest thing ever.

The people around you gotta want the same things for themselves that you want for them and vice versa. They have to want to live for themselves so you don't have to live for them. Then voila. You can live for yourself.

The Articulate (and ambitious) Bitch