Blaxploitation Betty

Friday, June 29, 2007

Carlos Santana Shoes

I'm crazy and in love with shoes by Carlos Santana. I just picked up a pair yesterday.



They make me look taller, prettier, classier, and more exotic. Very choice for me as I am continually trying to develop this look. The shoes are amazingly comfortably although I can't walk a mile in them, a quarter mile is no sweat even without Dr. Scholl's inserts.

The brand 'Carlos by Carlos Santana' started out in 2000, but has not recieved much notoriety until being taken over by distant relative Jesse Santana. Now the shoes have been featured in a variety of magazines including Cosmopolitian.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

"I created the Wikipedia page on 'intellectuallism' so I should know...."

Lately, the above phrase has been my favorite phrase, to sort of mock my own wikipedia obsession.

Although, no, I did not write the wikipedia article on 'intellectualism', I did write it for the word hipster. I spent like 2 hrs on wikipidea and probably an hour writing and researching the history and etmology of the word. Doing this was ridiculously stupid, because I have many midterms due soon; in Chinese class, Japanese class, Planetary Science, and Afro-American Liteature. As well I have much responsibilities for the society, such as the website.

Yet, nevertheless the word hipster continues to draw me into itself, mostly because the stereotype is so me, but in breaking down the word, finding its etmology and researching, I realize that the word hipster is nothing to be ashamed of, but rather embraced. Yes, I am as the ''Wolof'' tribe describes a person who ''sees'', I think I am that, I am not what the market describes as a "hipster", but rather I am just a girl who is always on the look out for that new sensation that is going to bring me closer to whatever I am in such a desperate need to be with.

I am a hipster. And I am proud of that.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Inappropiate Doonesbury Comic?



Posted on PeterDavidNet by: Jay Tea at April 20, 2004 11:01 PM

"The first thing I think of when I hear the phrase "Brown Sugar" when applied to a black woman is the Rolling Stones song, and it is EXTREMELY offensive to refer to Condoleeza Rice in such terms. It is rude, it is crude, and I cannot imagine any prominent black woman being called "Brown Sugar" by another figure without that second figure being publicly pilloried. But Trudeau gets a pass.

I've been letting this brew in the back of my head ever since I first heard of it a week or so ago. Then when my favorite writer, one of only three authors whose work I've bought in hardcover at full price, praises Trudeau, I couldn't sit quietly.

If I went over the top, I apologize. I don't apologize for my opinion, though, and I still think Trudeau deserves some pillorying for putting those words in George W. Bush's mouth, if he won't apologize for it.

J."

BLACK WOMEN AND PORN

I was searching for an African American response to the Rolling Stones "Brown Sugar" and I found this....and wanted to post it for future reference....it was interesting....

Although I personally don't believe in villifying entire races or systems...I think that this was a provocative perspective...and I found it thought-provoking...and distracting from going to the computer lab....

BLACK WOMEN AND PORN
By
Vednita Carter

"As I began to look for information on pornography, I was not really too amazed to find that there was nothing at all specifically about black women to be found at the public libraries. It is my everyday experience to be made invisible in a white dominated society. The only place that I knew to go for information about my sisters was the porn stores, where they were not invisible, but rather prominently featured.

Going into the porn stores was not something that I looked forward to doing. As my co-worker and I went into the store, she quickly reminded me not to react to what I would see because the clerks might ask us to leave. In fact a big sign at the entrance stated that they had the right to ask "certain customers" to leave.

When we entered, a sense of panic immediately came over me. The place was like a cement bunker. It was one big, dark, dirty room. A musty odor permeated the space. The stale smell of sweat and semen hung in the air. Dusty shelves stretched from corner to corner, ceiling to floor. As I looked around, all I could see was wall to wall women.

On one side of the room I saw nothing but bondage magazines. The covers displayed pictures of women tied up, chained up, hung upside down. Some had ball gags stuffed in their mouths. In some, the women's eyes and mouth were taped shut. Some were handcuffed, some shackled to chairs, others locked in cages. All of them had their legs spread – or more often roped - wide open.

Looking in another direction, I see my sisters, beautiful Black women, nameless often faceless, were plastered on the covers of magazines with titles such as "Chocolate Pleasure, Black on Black, Black Sugar, and Bound Black Beauties". Many were restrained and all of them were made to appear as if they were "asking for it" – screaming and moaning with desire.

My heart fell to my feet. All these women exposing their most intimate, private, sacred parts. All of these Black women for sale. As I continued to look, I thought about slavery. I thought about the stories my Grandmother told me about her mother's life under slavery. Even though I never experienced the physical pain of being auctioned off, seeing these Black women shackled, spread-eagle, or hog-tied, made it seem as though this part of history – the history of my family's enslavement – was repeating itself all over again.

Looking at the women's faces, I could see they felt shame, embarrassment, hopelessness, and a deep down sorrow. They looked like they were there but yet they weren't there. Many appeared high off of whatever drug they needed to take in order to cope with the brutal exploitation of their bodies.

As I stood in the porn store, my thoughts flashed between the women in the pictures and the pictures that were burned in my memory. As I looked past the contorted mask of sexual desire painted on the women's faces, I could see my own reflection in their deadened eyes. Struggling with feeling of hurt and rage, I thought to myself, "What gives anyone the right to exploit another human being to this extent? How can anyone get turned on by dehumanizing another human being?" We are living, breathing, feeling people just like the rest of the human race (men). If you stab us, we bleed. If you stick unnatural objects in us, we hurt. If you hang us from a tree or a pole, we will die.

Pornographic videos and magazines perpetuate the myth that all Black women are whores. A caption under a picture of a Black woman in one porn magazine reads, "for men who seek hot sex on a regular basis with high performance fuck machines I suggest they try sleeping Black". Titles like "Big Black Bazoons, Big Black Bitch, Big Tit Black Milk, Black and Kinky, Black Whore, Black Fantasy, and Bitchin Black Ass. These titles portray Black women as ready and willing for anything with anybody. These are just a few titles the list goes on and on.

Everything about African American women is sexualized in pornography, even our efforts to win Civil Rights for our people. Another porn magazine "quotes" a Black women saying, "Black power comes in many forms, this is my favorite one: a big juicy chocolate jism stick totally filling my mouth."

Racist stereotypes in the mainstream media and in porn portray Black women as wild animals who are ready for any kind of sex, anytime, with anybody. Additionally, strip joints and massage parlors are typically zoned in Black neighborhoods which gives the message to white men that it is okay to solicit Black women and girls for sex; that we are all prostitutes. On almost any night, you can see them slowly cruising around our neighborhoods, rolling down their windows, and calling out to women and girls. We got the message growing up, just like our daughters are getting the message today; this is how it is, this is who you are, this is what you are good for.

Racist/sexist stereo-types of Black women always appeared in rock music. Twenty-five years ago the Rolling Stones reduced us to tasty little mouthfuls call "Brown Sugar".

Today, a generation raised on pornography is recording music that reflects its women-thing ideology. "Let a Ho Be a Ho", "Pimp the Ho", "Bitches ain't shit but Ho's and Tricks". These are just a few examples. How does this effect the way young Black women view themselves? Young Black women who are constantly bombarded with these messages begin to internalize them and accept them as a true definition of who they are.

The sexual exploitation of Black women was one of the greatest harms done to the Black race during slavery. African women were brought to this country against their will. Every time they were raped by the master or overseer, ever time they were used as breeders, every time their daughters were raped and assaulted or sold to brothels, they were told what their self worth was.

After the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863 many slaves fled from the south to the north in search of true freedom. I can imagine what their thought might have been: no more worries aobut mothers and daughters being raped and assaulted or sold off. But, little did they know, the white man wasn't going to relinquish their bodies that easily. It was going to take more then the Emancipation Proclamation for this to happen. During this period white men perpetuated the myth that all Black women are wild sex animals in an attempt to excuse and hide their continued sexual exploitation. Up until the 1960's white men were still invading the homes of Black families in the south – raping mothers and daughters. It wasn't until the Civil Rights movement that this practice appeared to stop – or at least we didn't hear about it any more. As a result of the systemic abuses Black women have suffered in this country, the lesson sadly passed on from grandmother, to mother to daughter in our communities is that sexual exploitation by white men is inevitable. Pornography is just another way that these men can own and
control Black women.

Although feminist analyses of pornography address the ways in which it sexualizes racism, no one body of work presents an in-depth analysis of Black women's vulnerability to commercial sexual exploitation or how images of Black women in porn not only perpetuate racist stereotypes but shape the ways in which young Black women view themselves. Feminist analysis must begin to take into consideration the impact of the slavery experience on African American women.

This is the root cause of contemporary sexual slavery in the Black community. The feminist movement must acknowledge that this society has systematically raped Black women over and over again. It must acknowledge how this would cripple Black women as a group – emotionally, psychologically and politically.

The Black community needs to recognize the shackles of slavery that we still have bound to us. The African American church needs to recognize that women used in prostitution, porn, and stripping are victims. Black men need to unlearn the lessons of slavery; we are not their bitches, we are not their ho's, anymore then we are the bitches and ho's of white men; on the plantation or in the hood. We need to educate ourselves about our history and how it effects who we are now.

We need to understand the trickery that has been played on us since the first African was thrown on American shores only to be forced into bondage and sexual slavery. We need to understand how that experience, and the years of racism which followed abolition, shape our lives and the way we see each other. Only when we are able to understand and begin to deprogram ourselves, will African American people begin to understand the true meaning of self-worth. Only then, will we be able and willing to invite our white allies to join us in the fight to end the dual oppression of racism and sexism."

'You should have heard me just around midnight.'

lately i've been obsessed with not doing my hmwk....unless i'm at the computer lab....maybe i'll go tonite

and also with the lyrics to the rolling stones 'brown sugar' gross. i wonder if there is any african american singer or band response to that....