Monthly Archives: September 2012

Jane Austen Book Club (Trailer included)

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I love Jane Austen Book Club. Its my guilty pleasure. Its my The Notebook. I’d also like to point out that I am not particularly fond of The Notebook. It just makes me incredibly depressed about love. At least in the Jane Austen Book Club, it’s normal life and relatable relationships. Yes, epic love stories can happen but its less depressing when its less epic more sweet.

Plus, I love the depth of each character.. The women who strived to be so different from her mother, the rambuxiously lesbian, the wise women with multiple marriages under her belt, the mother who becomes stronger even in th face of divorce, and the lonely women who fixes everyone else up but would rather have dogs than a guy in her life. I could go on and on about this movie/book but its best to just watch it yourself.

Good night!

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Rule #2 You skin tone is unique not inadequate

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 Rule #2 Your skin tone is unique.

Fair……Porcelain……Bisque……Beige……..Olive…………Tawny……….Caramel…………..Almond……….Dark….

Which do you fit into? Leave it to me to be a bit Tawny with a lite sprinkle of caramel. But I am more yellow than anything else. I have challenged cosmetic counters to find a shade of foundation to fit my skin, but they can never find the right one without having to mix two. So I told my grandma, who has the same problem as me but she’s a bit more orange, Why don’t i just work on getting my skin clean and zit free. 

Now it seems like a great idea instead of trying to hide my freckles. When it comes to makeup, artists feel a certain color only matches this skin tone. When you look in an African American magazine, it’s often hard to find some tips on how to find the right colors for a much lighter skin tone. When you open a caucasian magazine, they think they know but I find myself shopping for colors i know i hated. The only reason i bought them was because the magazine told me it would look great with my skin tone. Every model within their pages had fair skin and portrayed that their skin could handle anything and my skin was inadequate. 

As magazines start to evolve, so does the concept of perfect skin color. More magazine are starting to embrace the exotic variety of women and making an effort to make them look beautiful not a sad example of fair skin. 

My challenge for everyone is to read a magazine, doesn’t matter what race its meant for, and pick out a color trend you love very much (orange lipsticks, blue eye shadow, lavender cheeks, etc.) then try them out for yourselves. I found that I can wear a lot of bright pinks and oranges and not look like a crazy clown person on acid. Fashion is going through a revolution of embracing who you are, so celebrate your skin tone with whatever makeup trend that tickles your fancy. 

Rule #1 Always be the original, best version of yourself.

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You can’t be anyone else, because they are already taken. Through the years, I’ve grown to love my individuality. There is no other black girl with freckles who can literally spit out movie and random facts like me. I mean, there probably are and I welcome a debate over which is better: Star Trek or Star Wars. (I’ll discuss that later) 

When i was young, i hated the fact that i was so much darker than all my friends. I tried to get along with my own race but they just see me as mixed, which im not. I was never accepted by them because i would rather eat plain cheerios than lucky charms, filled with sugar. I went through the orchestra nerd stage to the goth stage, to the wearing low riding jeans that made my fat move upward, therefore suffocating my face. 

When you’re the “token black friend” in a group, its easy to try to change yourself into your friends. Guys just seem to like them better, so I used to try my best to be who they wanted me to be. And everyday i would come back to my dorm and feel like complete and utter shit. I had tried to be like them, tried to meet their every expectation, but it wasn’t working. Finally when i decided to be me, i lost them. All of them. Well not all of them but most of them. I had to start all over which was nerve-racking but completely worth it. When i dressed how i wanted, when i absorbed my inner nerdy musc freak, i found myself surrounded by friends that accepted me. 

My grandma always says that you can’t lose a friend that wasn’t your friend to begin with. Friends should always stick by you and not make fun of things that are “black” by societies’ terms just to see how you would react to it. If they were your friends, they would know that offends you and not do it just for shitz and giggles. Everyone in the group should feel like equals, not like one is of lower worth than the other. 

To all my “token black friends”, just be you and don’t let them treat you like a pet. Because even pets get angry enough to tear off a limb.