Smart Girls Rock

I will give you an example of how race affects my life. I live in a place called Alpine, New Jersey. Live in Alpine, New Jersey, right? My house costs millions of dollars. [some whistles and cheers from the audience] Don’t hate the player, hate the game. In my neighborhood, there are four black people. Hundreds of houses, four black people. Who are these black people? Well, there’s me, Mary J. Blige, Jay-Z and Eddie Murphy. Only black people in the whole neighborhood. So let’s break it down, let’s break it down: me, I’m a decent comedian. I’m a’ight. [applause] Mary J. Blige, one of the greatest R&B singers to ever walk the Earth. Jay-Z, one of the greatest rappers to ever live. Eddie Murphy, one of the funniest actors to ever, ever do it. Do you know what the white man who lives next door to me does for a living? He’s a fucking dentist! He ain’t the best dentist in the world…he ain’t going to the dental hall of fame…he don’t get plaques for getting rid of plaque. He’s just a yank-your-tooth-out dentist. See, the black man gotta fly to get to somethin’ the white man can walk to!

—Chris Rock, Kill the Messenger (via snakelinksonic)

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Battle

I should be studying for my Managing Corporate Integrity class, but I am plagued by thoughts and I can’t focus on resolving moral dilemmas in the business environment, so I have given myself 14 minutes to write and go back to studying. 

I am often torn between displaying my feelings and concealing them.  On one hand, I’m the cool chick who goes with the flow and is deeply in love with this thing called life.  On the other, I am overly analytical and somewhat of a trained skeptic.  I notice everything while speaking little on what I notice.  Well, I take that back, I do speak, but not at once.  I’ll wait and watch how a situation develops before I speak. I’ll weigh what I think I want to say against what I observed and decide whether this is a battle or a war.  In every aspect of my life I find a battle.  That’s not a negative thing necessarily.  I enjoy the thrill of conquer.  I conquer unhappiness, disappointment, regret, and fear alone on the battlefield.  I am of the belief that while we are going along attempting to enjoy a placid life, there is another force designed to interfere with that attempt. Thus, we must battle if we want to stay on the positive end.  Some days the battle is less intense than others.  Some days it’s life consuming.  That being said, I actually  have no idea where I’m going. 

I woke up this morning on the winning side of my battlefield but am progressively running out of energy to fight. However, losing is not an option. It never is.  So, at the conclusion of this post, I intend to be victorious as I make a conscious effort to free my mind of the grasp life has on it. 

I realize I’ve said nothing and I have only three minutes left.   *sigh*  I suppose I wish I could wear a sign describing who I am and that I am multifaceted.  While I am the “cool, go with the flow” chick, I am also the “deeply passionate, heart led” woman.  I am a person of my word and I allow my thoughts and feelings to manifest themselves through my actions.  I love without labor and I feel without pressure.  I am who I am consistently and I offer no apologies.  I do, however, offer distance when faced with inconsistency laced with apologies. 

I am two minutes past my time. Now, I’ll figure out how to Manage Corporate Integrity through the legal system. Yay, me!

P.S. Yes, I won.

did-you-kno: E.g. 1. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman. E.g. 2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list. E.g. 3. I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

did-you-kno:

E.g. 1. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.

E.g. 2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.

E.g. 3. I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

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