RIP Tommy
Damn man.
2016 ain’t shit.
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RIP Tommy
Damn man.
2016 ain’t shit.
Trap Queens & Freak Hoes: On Exclusivity in the Carefree Black Girl Movement
Originally posted on For Harriet
The Carefree Black Girl movement has taken the world by storm over the last two years. We’ve seen selfie tags, gifs, and memes go viral of Black girls dancing, Black girls laughing, Black girls rocking pastel colored hair, Black girls as mermaids and unicorns, Black girls with flowers in or around their hair, and Black girls squad deep carefree-ing. It’s safe to say that the definition of a Carefree Black Girl is the freedom and enthusiasm of existing lightheartedly as a Black girl in a world constantly seeking to destroy you. It is the cherishing of the ethereal and simplistic moments that often go underrepresented for Black girls.
This movement and attitude is very necessary in a world that seeks to limit Black girls and Black femininity before we ever have control to decide who we are for ourselves. The carefree identity was created to defy all labels of the racialized, hypersexualized, and class stigmas surrounding Black girls, women, and femme identified folks. The liberation behind claiming “carefree” is powerful and revolutionary but also flawed in implementation.
In our very necessary attempt to provide more nuanced depictions of Black women in the media (and the world) outside of the stereotypical trope versions of the Angry Black Woman, we’ve also forgotten that some characteristics of these same tropes can be a part of who we are. If our ideas of carefree center on challenging the limitations of our identities and dimensionality, then we also need to validate that we can embody the same qualities we’re running away from. Anger, sexualization, class status/depiction, and unapologetic attitudes are all a part of our complex Black girl pathology and existence. So are all types of Black girls considered “carefree”? Based on the theme of the Carefree Black Girl movement hashtag, the representation of who is carefree reinforces an idea of respectability and palatability. We continuously see natural hairstyles, idealized Afropunk fashion, Tumblr-esque creative photo aesthetics, respectable accomplishments (college graduation, winning awards, etc.), beauty standard acceptable popular culture icons (Solange, Willow Smith, Janelle Monàe, etc.), class status, nice clothing, etc. Rarely do we see girls in the hood, carefree-ing at a gas station buying a roll-up and a forty. The class status and respectability politics of the carefree girls we’re uplifting speaks volumes to who we’re ignoring as not-so-carefree. What about the trap queens, the squad up girls, the round-the-way girls, the freak hoes, thotties, and the bald-headed scallywags with no edges to speak of? Are they capable of being carefree? Do we permit the identity of carefreeness to Black girls that aren’t rocking fros, riding bikes, and wearing flowers? Do we give license to carefree identities to be loud, poor, unpoetic, fat, permed, scowling, no formal education, unkempt, ain’t shit, or ratchet? If we’re not praising and uplifting Black girls that wear quick weaves, have three kids, impoverished, selling rock, doing drugs, do not look like afrocentric-beauty standard Tumblr models, or don’t smile because they just don’t want to, then we’re not giving empowerment to all sides of Black girls. Some of us embody qualities of these stereotypes we’re denouncing. It doesn’t mean we’re failures or one-dimensional in our identities the way anti-Black misogynistic institutions have made it seem. But it does mean that we are complicated and it’s okay to be a Black woman who happens to be angry. Yes, we need to see more than just the Angry Black Woman archetype played on repeat. But what about the complicated nature of Black women who are angry who can also be carefree in those same moments? The sexually liberated Black woman who fucks unapologetically? Or the carefree boss ass bitch who sells drugs to survive and provide for herself? Or the Black girl who works at a fast food restaurant and listens to trap music while she waits for the bus?
It’s time we lift the limitation upon our ideas of happiness and freedom in how we challenge the stigmas of being a Black girl. In claiming our identity as a source of confidence and empowerment, we have to recognize that what/who we praise as carefree is politicized too. Carefree can be the exact opposite of the stigma and shame codified upon our bodies, but carefree can also be exactly what we’re running away from. We can be sexual, angry, loud, petty, too much, and simultaneously carefree. There is no Black girl in the world that is not carefree in some way, shape, or form. There is no surviving, yet alone thriving, as a Black girl without being carefree. There are 50 million ways to be a Black girl and 50 million ways to be carefree.
this made me smile so much
OK yes
Me five years ago
For those who have had a tough year: Only look back to learn and to laugh. A new year is approaching, which is no guarantee of better times, but an opportunity for a better you. Trust Him, that though nothing might change around you, you can affect change through Him. He’s in the business of turning deserts into pastures. That includes you, too.
— J.S.
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Tituss Burgess belting “Pinot Noir” on huffpostlive this morning is all you need this Friday. And this weekend. And for the rest of the month.
THIS, GAHT DAMN IT!
I find it’s distressing, there’s never no in-between we either bitches or Queens
2013
today a friends fb status made me think about this old piece i did…we really need to rethink our uses of language and how we try to divide women especially black women. All black women are queens, the badbitches, the barbies, the “ratchet”, “hoodrats” the natural ones, the ones who decide to perm/treat their hair, the educated, the ones who didn’t go to school, the rich and the poor. All and forever.
The Nightly Show, September 15, 2015
Still don't know how I feel bout turning 26 but I'm grateful I made it this far. Here's to making the second half of my 20s better than the first #happybirthdaytome #virgoseason #getyouone
I was hoping this birthday would be different and Id feel optimistic bout the new year. But alas.. i always end up feeling kinda sad
#StopLettingNiggasWhoDontGiveHeadFuckYou2015
my constant internal dialogue.
Balance is key. In everything you do. Dance all night long and practice yoga the next day. Drink wine but don’t forget your green juice. Eat chocolate when your heart wants it and kale salad when your body needs it. Wear high heels on Saturday and walk barefoot on Sunday. Go shopping at the mall and then sit down and meditate in your bedroom. Live high and low. Move and stay still. Embrace all sides of who you are and live your authentic truth! Be brave and bold and spontaneous and loud and let that complement your abilities to find silence and patience and modesty and peace. Aim for balance. Make your own rules and don’t let anybody tell you how to live according to theirs.
Rachel Brathen
(via 33wishes)