One of my fave things for lunch is a nice big salad and this one is delicious. But I noticed something today. This salad with a few ounces of salmon on it costs $3.00 more than a similar salad with fried chicken on it. This is why I get so pissed when people claim eating healthy doesn’t cost more. Oh yes it does and that’s why it’s such a status symbol. Back in the day folk took pride in being fat because it was a symbol of wealth. With so many struggling to get enough food to stay alive, eating to excess meant you could afford to eat “high on the hog.” So to speak. Now, of course it’s the exact opposite. Healthy nutritious food is priced well out of range for many, and then they’re disparaged for their poor diets.
This is frozen salmon, probably farm-raised based on its color. There is no legitimate reasons that a few ounces of salmon should cost this much more than chicken, especially when you consider frying chicken is far more labor intensive than broiling some fish.
God willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be at the Romantic Times conference in April. Much as it pains mrpe to say this, I won’t be at Slam Jam. Why? Because they practice book bigotry. Yeah, I know the mainstream cons do as well. When was the last time a book with a blCk heroine won a Rita? Try never. But at least they have enough sense to not put it in writing. Amazing as some might find it, Slam Jam has disqualified any book that doesn’t have a black hero from winning an Emma. I’ve suspected for some time that there was some hostility toward those of us who write IR. This simply confirms it.
Now those of you who know me know I really don’t give a damn about awards, but this one seriously stings my butt. Which is why, as far as I’m concerned, Slam Jam can kiss it. And when are they going to get a real name? It sounds like a freaking basketball tournament.
A few days ago someone asked me if I thought a particular character (not mine) was a whore. I said no, because my definition of whore is not simply someone who sleeps around, but someone who puts it out there for money or some other remuneration. And this character didn’t do that. And that got me to thinking about something. We don’t really have a non-derogatory word in the English language for women who simply like sex. I’m sure this oversight is intentional. I specify the English language because I’m too much of a Philistine to know if such exists in other languages.
A while back Lisa and I talked about doing a series about women who simply want to have no-strings-attached sex. We pretty much tabled the idea because we couldn’t come up with a name for the series. So I think I’m going to come up with a word for these women, much as cougar now means an older woman who likes younger men, I think women who simply like NSA sex should be called cookies. What do y’all think?
…so this one will be kind of stream of consciousness.
My hair: Seriously thinking about cutting it back to a TWA. I’m tired of locks. Plus they’re starting to break, so it’s definitely time for a trim. The only reason I haven’t cut them all off at this point is that I know I’m going to lose a lot of hair in another month or two because of my pregnancy. If I’ve got some length I can hid it. With a TWA it’s out there for the world to see. I’ve also seen these You-tube videos of people who’ve taken their locks down. Thinking about trying that, though I’m really not sure.
My career: I’m feeling a bit more optimistic these days. I’ve got some ideas about what I want to do and talked to a friend who gave me a lot more ideas. I’ve got something hot coming in the next few weeks. Watching my girl Monica take flight has really shown me that I haven’t put forth my greatest effort. Will be doing that now. Yes I’m limited by finances and children, but there are things I can and will do.
My baby: Kell is so fat now I call him my little hamhock. Don’t his thighs look just like little hamhocks? He doesn’t even look like the tiny little thing he was before. He’s such a sweet and easy baby. Luke was so easy I was scared this one would be a colicky nightmare. My SIL says good babies are dangerous. They make yiu want to have more. Yes. Yes. I will be posting more pictures. be patient.
My decorating: We’re getting back in the groove on the all the projects we halted when I got pregnant. We’ve decided to have the sofa redone. It’s too big a project for me as some of the springs need to be retied. It’ll cost $600-800. Pricey, but not as bad as a new sofa.
Yesterday I was spackling the ceiling (Don’t ask. All I can say is if you want to know how crazy someone is, buy their house) anyway I hurt my chest somehow and it hurts to breathe.
My apologies in advance. I tried to take the high road, I really did, but this is too ridiculous not to share. I’m blaming it on the pregnancy hormones. Believe it or not, this e-mail resulted from my not unreasonable comment that a black women’s magazine should not be full of articles about black men.
I saw your comments complaining about Black men on “Clutchmagazine’s” site. But when I was led to your website, it all made sense to me when I saw your book — a Black woman hugging a White man.
Some believe love is blind, but to actually write a book with a Black woman hugging a White man on it is a mindset I hope you arrived at responsibly.
In other words, whether you like it or not, White men, in general, are the most racist people on the planet because of our culture of racism. So when a Black woman in 2010 dates, marries, or otherwise, a White man, you have to wonder if she’s engaged in a long process with him about racism?
I doubt it. When White men have the hardest time with race in our society, it makes you wonder what’s going on in the mind of a Black woman who would embrace someone who historically simply doesn’t “get it” when it comes to race because they benefit from racism but still don’t like to talk about it, don’t have to deal with it much, and still whine. There are very few White men who will love not only you, but also your Black father, brothers, and uncles. Thus, his love for you is probably superficial.
It’s no different that wondering why a Black woman would jump into a relationship with a brother who just got out of jail — why hasn’t she done her homework?
I mean, really, how silly is it that a Black woman would write a book about loving her oppressor? So, yes, it’s not hard to figure out why you’re on “Clutchmagazines” back — you have serious issues with Black men. Funny thing is, however, all the Black women that do, usually have a history of bad choices regarding the Black men they’ve dated. And now they’re mad.
I hope your son doesn’t grow up hating himself because you hate Black men, obviously.
Stop wearing your sister’s clothes. Actually, I assume they’re your own clothes, but either way it’s not a good look on you. Those body glove dresses look fine on them (Well, okay they look like whores on the stroll, but at least they don’t look like 10 pounds of sausage in a 5 pound bag.) See, here’s the thing, your sisters are pears, you are an apple. You have long slim legs, and a relatively thick middle. When you put on those type dresses you look like a marshmallow on toothpicks. Contrast that with this dress:
This is without a doubt the best I’ve ever seen you look. The flare in the skirt makes your waist look tiny and it makes your legs look amazing. Repeat after me: A-lines are my friend. That’s your new mantra, please repeat it anytime you find yourself anywhere near something by Leger. If I ever see you in this mess again I’ll beat you like you stole something. Leger isn’t for everybody. You look like a Clydesdale.
Please accept this in the spirit in which it is intended…ie I’m sick of your tacky looking ass all up in my magazines every week. And since you won’t go away, at the very least I can help you dress better.
Your friend, Roslyn Hardy Holcomb
I know, hard to believe. First words of wisdom from Liz Hurley, now Demi Moore. After her little Twitter brouhaha with Kim Kardashian over the use of the word “pimp” I realized that I too had bought into the casual use of this word. And yes, it is wrong. I’ve decided never to use it out of context again. Interestingly enough, this actually hit home particularly hard when I was working on Let’s Do It Again. Dyanne, my heroine is reflecting on she’d lost what I originally referred to as her “pimp hand” in her relationship with Jack. It’s a funny line and I had to change it to “game hand.” It was a painful decision, but the right one. Some things are just not to be played with, and pimping is one of them. So thanks Demi for the lesson. I certainly should’ve known better.