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A very old blog post. I shouldnt respond but i feel as though i should in private since my blog has an alternate name. Not cheekymonkeyboo. The artist in question was defending a work that many view as racist. I have always said (since Disney who i love) that i would never care or concern my self with which artist had a itch for debating on political views. New Flash. Artist are not going to think what you think. The news flash is more for me. I decided to type this up because im too lazy/shy to send my letter to anyone..id rather just write out my feelings and throw them away or keep them to look at (so creepy right?) But id rather keep my mouth shut when i venture into a White male dominated industry flapping my gums about how they should draw some one like this or that. Im not going to comment or race or gender at all since im in the minority. It sounds like a cop out...im still working on that. But i feel as though people you work with or desire to work with do not desire to hear your opinions on various subjects even if it is brought up. Id say keep your mouth zipped. Being a minority and voicing your opinion may pull an awkward veil over a room in 2 secs. You know what the say....first negro hired always first fired. Of course ive made that up but my point is that if you are a PoC working for certain animation companies you may end up being the only PoC in your specific department. I have seen bad things happen when i open my big mouth about race when i am the sole PoC! For now i say try not to interest your self in the personal view of any body you are not close with that you "admire" (whatever that means!) Enjoy my mini note

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When i have lunch with my mom we get to talking about different subjects. She knows that i am not a frequent dater, if ever at all. She thinks i want a boyfriend and id be lying if i said no...but i dont really pine for a mate. I dont chat too much about dating regardless of if i was seeing someone! Family gatherings seem to be some great place for my family to pick apart my  dating habits. "And you know you cant find anyone because there are no good black men left" quips my grandmother. "Yep" chimes my mother. My face shrivels in what i guess is disgust and confusion. My aunt simply nods her head in agreement.
 

No good black men are left. You will have to date someone else. Assuming i even want to be with anyone. Mom does not shine to that comment. I truthfully do not feel like that step has to be reached. Im a young student and i can barley focus as is. I dont want any distractions. You pretty you know...my mom bothers...you could have a boyfriend but you stay up in that room of yours all day looking at hose red walls ( they are pink btw).  I, having grown over the years, know that i am not doomed to darkness. I want so many more things in life. I feel like if i where to express a want or need to love i would sound crazy. Jumping the gun. Im in my early 20's and not ready to commit. I

figured out that my priorities in relationships are not where they should be. I need to advance my career before i settle with anyone. I want to finish school and succeed. I spend my time making sure i know everyhting i need to know. You would be so pretty if you dressed well my mother has said. True i dont try to look like  Victoria Secret model. Ever. But i finally dont mind and that experience of dedicating your time to books rather than beauty is like wiping the grit out of your eyes for the first time.

I know that i will move beyond the bonds of Women=Beauty or if Woman does not = Beauty she is Smart=ugly or Beautiful=less enchanted with the facts. Slowly but surely. Tomorrow is not today or Yesterday. Beauty is fleeting. XOXO

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