Happy Hump Day my Lovelies!
It is a dreary, rainy, floody Wednesday here in Houston, TX but I am happy for the rain, as I have mentioned in previous post. Today’s post is not about the current cruddy weather, but rather it is a quite poignant “Grinds My Gears” segment. So what really grinds my gears is to see women of any age out in public looking tow-down, raggedy, homely or what can otherwise be labeled as unkempt! I have stated in previous post that I don’t look like a beauty queen every single day; I don’t wear designer cocktail dresses and jewels to make a midnight run to Whataburger for a Breakfast on a Bun (BOB) or a burger fix. However, I will always look neat, put together and have my hair combed.
I was in the drive-thru line at Burger King earlier this week and through the back window of a Pontiac Sunfire in front of me, I could see a female in the passenger side of the car who’s hair literally looked like a Treasure Troll on a bad hair day. Why? Why would she come out of the house/apartment, whatever, looking a hot friggin mess?! All I could do is shake my head and fight the urge to offer her a comb, some oil sheen and a Scrunchie. Don’t leave your home, even to check your mail, with your hair tied up, with a satin bonnet cap on, with bed-head, with rollers still on or half of your hair braided and the other half resembling a Fraggle.
I see women, young, old, thin, voluptuous, plus sized, etc. that have on clothes that are not meant for their body types. Just because they make it in your size does not mean that you should wear it! Not everyone of every size can play off tights and a shirt that stops just below their butt. Oh, and I have a special place of irkiness for people who wear pajamas outside! If I see one more pair of flannel SpongeBob Square Pants or Hello Kitty on someone outside of their home, and in addition to that in 100 degree Houston weather, I am going to go off! I love being comfortable, but just like you have clothes that are meant for specific locations, (i.e. swimsuits are meant for the pool and the beach, not your neighborhood grocery store) some comfort items are meant to stay indoors!
It makes me truly wonder if maybe these women have no sense of self-worth or pride that they could care less about what they look like. I know that there are people who don’t give a flying flip what anyone thinks about them; however that does not mean that you don’t mind the perception that is garnered by your appearance. What adds insult to injury is those women who don’t care what they look like and dress their children accordingly. Your baby girl is all of 2 years old; why is it her fault that you walk around looking like “Boo Boo The Fool” and dress her to match?! That is doing nothing but raising another generation of fashion-lost souls who will impart the same raggedy mentality to their own offspring. They will grow up to be one of those people who are found on those “You Know You Wratchet” or “The People of Wal-Mart” websites, fashion victims to the ‘inth degree. Well guess what ladies and gentlemen? No child of mine or any child(ren) in my care, rather temporarily or permanently, will EVER be anything less than presentable, well-groomed and well-dressed. It doesn’t cost anything to have a little dignity and pride in your appearance and yourself.
Remember my dearies, me fashion innovator not a victim!
Here is a fashion no-no for you to review. I have made sure that the victim in question’s face has been removed to protect the guilty! If this is something you do, just say “Ouch”, put up the Baptist finger and remove yourself to your closet to change clothes.
This is a sin and a daggone shame!
Blessings and Happiness
The Fallacy and Fairytale of Security in America
No where is safe when you look like me
There’s no safety in our homes, ask Botham Jean and Breonna Taylor
No safety in our cars, ask Philando Castille
No safety at the corner store; We’re followed and watched, criminalized based on the hue of our skin
No safety in well-lit places
No safety in broad daylight; ask George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery
No safety when peacefully protesting
No safety when the cameras are recording; they laugh and yell and taunt
Never any safety in the dark
No safety can even be found within our own skin
When we attempt to create safe spaces we lull ourselves into a false sense of security as those spaces are invaded, violated and stolen right before our eyes
Even in my meditation where there is only me… there is no safety to be found, no matter the attempt at mindfulness.
Posted by grahamcrackercrumbs09 on November 19, 2021 in Grinds My Gears, Social Commentary
Tags: Black Lives, Black Lives Matter, Life, racism, Random Thoughts, Reflections, Social, Social Commentary, Social Justice