Lots of Titans, Little Melanin: Why We Need Black Superheroes

An excellent article

Black Millennials

by Bob McNeil 

All through my childhood’s duration, I sought animated TV shows about superheroes. Far away from dictatorial family members, teachers and fellow students, I let my eyes marry cartoons. Whichever problem pursued me as a Black child was resolved between toy and cereal commercials. While wearing underwear outside of their pants, caped superheroes handled every issue.

At my present age, I no longer require costumed heroes; however, the need for them in society remains. Since the world is still a large and confusing place, children will always need righteous titans. These characters give young people a hyperbolized conception of growth and strength.   Comic books, cartoons and certain movies know that children are intimidated by our planet’s ways. Hence, these various industries issue out hope for kids.

If a character is unusual, young people will embrace it. Consider, if you will, these bizarre alpha males. After he was sent…

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Why, Thank You?

Writing

 

Writing Prompt: What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?

I do not take compliments well, whenever someone complements me I feel weird so especially when it comes to my appearance I always have
Mean Girl” flash backs

But you’re, like, really pretty… So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?

But before we go any further, lets take a look at some research shall we? According to social psychologist Laura Brannon, who has studied the interaction between compliments and mood, women with high self-esteem may tend to reject compliments because they want to be seen as modest and self-effacing.. While  Emma Gray  says, “When being unable to accept praise is the norm, it makes it more difficult for us to take pride in what we do or what we look like. And frankly, when I compliment a friend or acquaintance, I genuinely mean whatever I say—I don’t want her to brush it off and insult herself as a result. Instead of downplaying our accomplishments, intellect, and looks, women should be celebrating those things that make us exceptional. Owning your awesomeness doesn’t make you obnoxious or arrogant. It makes you confident.”

It’s clear that I have an inner bully, you know a subconscious that taunts me and tells me that, “girl you know that’s a backhanded compliment, I am seriously working on that, I’m working on taking and receiving a compliment, but just because I’m doing that, don’t assume I don’t know a backhanded compliment when I hear one, because of my inner bully I think I can recognize one faster that most. I don’t have a problem calling someone out on their shit, I don’t have a problem asking someone to explain themselves… for example. I was at a family barbeque and my cousin Kim said something like, Gosh, you’re just like Ruth Jenkins”.. now Ruth Jenkins is my paternal grandmother, and anyone who knows her would tell you flat .out, she’s a hard, distant and very judgmental woman. so anytime someone compare you to her, it’s never a good thing. Apparently she didn’t think I was smart enough to recognize a back handed (and mean) “compliment” when I hear one. So (at least I think so) it’s understandable when I asked her to explain herself…she looked flustered and tried to scramble from something to say, so after 5 awkward minutes I kindly told her, “they next time you feel then need to compare me to someone, you might want to have some proof to back it up”. Now he sister who was siting next to me could hardly contain her giggles and later told me, “That was the best thing I’ve seen all week”. Complements that have a mean or hateful undertone will always cause me to respond. But there have been times when I’ve received an backhanded compliment and I don’t think that the person meant any harm… I just think that their ideals were misplaced. We will call her E.A. we were sitting in Geometry class and I heard her say, “Tyra, would be pretty if she lost weight” it gutted me (it stull stings a little bit). My younger self took that as I wasn’t good enough, but if I changed myself (for someone else) then I would be. My adult self still feels the same way, but I understand that she had a very skewed since of what beauty is. So to the 16 year old E.A., FUCK YOU!, I was pretty then, and damn it I’m pretty now! And to my cousin, well I’m totally satisfied with the way that ended.

I think it’s time we all quiet down out inner bullies, and make them speak out when someone tried to give us a backhanded compliment, we can always say, “Why, Thank You, it’s funny that you said that, because I was thinking the exact same thing about you” If noting else, it will shut them up..

Until Next Time….

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Adult Visions

 

Writing

Writing Prompt: As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

My adulthood sucks compared to the visions of adulthood I had as a child. When I was a kid I was in such a rush to grow up, I couldn’t wait to be 16 because I knew something magical would happen… then I couldn’t wait to be 18, because I would finally be an adult, once I turned 18, I know that 21 was gonna be it I was gonna be a full fledged card carrying adult. When I was a child I used to sit down and write what my future would hold. I was gonna be a secretary or a school teacher, married by 25 and have my first child my 29 I would be living the American dream and totally living the life by the time I was 35. That was my dream life, let me tell you how my actual life turned out. I can barely remember my 16th birthday. My 18th birthday I spent celebrating not only my birthday but my high school graduation and my younger brothers entrance to middle school. When I turned 21 I was having my first liver transplant, my full fledge entrance to adult food was filled with anti-rejection mediation and 6 month case of CMV that required my to have low chemotherapy treatment twice a day.

Never in my imagination did I think that my adulthood would turn out like this, for years I looked back on that list and thought about the life that could have been. And there were times when I tried to “course correct” but it never turned out right. When I was temporarily “back to normal” I chose my education over starting a family (as most of my friends did). And at 37 I’m not married, I never had those children, the life that I wished for is now plagued with post-transplant rituals and careful watching of Multiple Myeloma. My life is certainly not one that anyone would trade me for, but I am happy for the journey that I’ve taken, it’s made me incredibly strong and resilient. I appreciate every single day…. because I don’t know how long I will have. My story might be similar to many others in the fact that what I dreamed never turned into reality; but that’s okay; despite my challenges I have a pretty great life… one things for certain if I had a chance to go back and take to my 16 year old self. I would tell her to slow down, and enjoy being a child, because adulthood isn’t what it’s cracked up to be

Until Next Time….

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