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Monday, November 24, 2014

Another Blog Post About Race

As the winds rage outside my windows and the crowds rage in Ferguson, the world waits anxiously for that 9 p.m. announcement.



This may come as a surprise to you, but I've never been black. I've also never been Native American, Asian, Indian, Middle Eastern, Hispanic, or anything else that I had to check a box for. So, as you can imagine, I've never known what it is like to be a minority; to feel like my mere existence was threatening (or threatened).


Although it's been due to somber situations, I appreciate that my timeline has been featuring intelligent articles correlating race and abuse, race and employment, race and police brutality, race and objectification. My friends, the so-called lazy millennials, are having a beautifully free and open dialogue about something our parents often like to pretend doesn't exist.

I've seen some friends comment that they're sick of talking about race. The people who say this usually have good, non-hateful intentions. They believe that the need to ask, 'is it racist?' is indeed racist itself; that if we keep making it about race, then it will always be about race.

Well, yes, in some way it will always be about race. I understand race is a made-up concept (this is a discussion for another day and another blog post), but our physical features are always going to be visible, and our natural psychological reaction is to categorize. We like to note your height, your weight, your demeanor, your smile, your confidence, your hair, your skin color, your nose, your lips, your clothes. We gather all this data, and within seconds we come to a conclusion about you.

I fear that many people inherently absorb racist ideals that are perpetuated by societal views. These are the ignorant racists; the people who experience prejudiced thoughts, and subsequently actions, with no intended or understood harm. Kind of like the people on 'What Not to Wear' who think that vests are cool, or my step-dad who thinks it's appropriate to refer to African Americans as 'colored people': they just need to be schooled. You kind of feel sorry for them, but they mostly just make you angry. Don't lose faith, we can work together to enlighten these folks.

In the U.S., racism isn't alive and well due to people stomping up and down the street, screaming the 'n' word and accusing Middle Eastern people of being terrorists. Yes, these people do exist and they really suck. They're at a hate and fear-induced point of no return. But modern racism lives in our everyday interactions, every time we categorize and box someone up.

When you walk to your car at night, do you hold your keys a little tighter as you pass an African American gentleman?

You see a woman of color at the store, paying for groceries with an EBT card. What remarks do you make to yourself?

When you see an older black man with a younger white girl, what do you assume about their relationship? Does it make you uneasy? Suspicious?

Pay attention next time you're watching a movie or music video; are women of color objectified or fetishized more?

Did Darren Wilson leave his house that morning, hoping to kill a black boy? I highly doubt it. Did he feel threatened because he thought Michael looked like a 'thug'; that he matched the description of someone he should fear, and who is likely to be carrying a weapon? Perhaps. Did he wrongly assess the situation and his level of danger? Maybe.

Unfortunately, we're seeing a new Michael Brown every week, in Cleveland and across the country.



Race, in its improper definition, will always be apparent. So instead of ignoring it and claiming to be 'color blind,' let's learn about one another, engage in difficult discussions, and understand and celebrate our differences. These racist impulses we experience exist at a subconscious level. We can override our mental software by challenging one another to think outside the boxes we create. Maybe we'll even save a few lives.


EDIT: I'm in no way defending terrible, awful, racist people. There are many people out there whose intolerance is evident in recent cases of brutality, in shootings and in the deaths of children. I'm addressing the difficulty of understanding the intentions of someone who was guided less by hate and more by ignorance. I'm hoping to inspire people to look more closely act their beliefs, actions and reactions, and ask 'why?'

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Fun Fearless Life Lessons: How to Become

About a week ago, I had the pleasure of getting free things and being in NYC. Oh, and I also experienced some major motivation and insight via celebs, gurus, life-changers and status quo questioners.

The event was Cosmo's Fun Fearless Life conference that gathered young women from across the globe for a weekend of nonstop in-your-face inspiration. Many girls were graduating college or looking to make a career change. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew I'd find it.

Throughout my next few posts, I'll take you on a guided tour of my takeaways from Bad Bitch Mania Fun Fearless Life 2014. It's seriously way too much 'YAAAASSSS' for one post. Some of the features will include thoughts from TED Talk celeb Amy Cuddy, founder of Nastygal, Sophia Amoroso, PLL's Shay Mitchell, Kelly Osbourne and other beautiful sasstresses.

I knew the event was destined to be a success. The company handling the ticketing somehow royally fucked up managed to upgrade us from peasant seats to 'Diamond' status. And as I'm mingling with my row K neighbors before the event starts, Joanna Coles, Editor in Chief of Cosmopolitan Magazine, walked over to our seats and personally welcomed us. Oh. Kay. #important

Hey. Girl. #HBIC
Along with witnessing some remarkable speakers drop wisdom on career paths, finances and networking, I had a few unintentional revelations of my own. I know I paid a bunch of money to listen to the people on stage, but I often found myself entranced by so many of my fellow attendees' outfits. Yes, they looked put together. Yes, there were some unique ensembles. But damn, these girls were wearing these clothes, taking every step like they were expecting to be approached by a fashion blogger. (Okay, a few probably were.)

In high school, I had a love affair with clothes; dressing myself was my favorite creative outlet. I paired multicolored ripped fishnets with my dingiest converse or an 80's inspired track jacket (or sometimes all of the above). I thrifted till my little punk rock princess heart couldn't thrift anymore. I adored finding the most absurd pieces and creating a look that just screamed "I'm here, the party can start now! Also, I'm a little bit angsty."

Look at how cool this girl is! She loves who she is & gives zero fucks about your opinion.
My obsession with clothes stayed with me as I grew older, but instead of finding new ways to express myself, I was finding new ways to cover up my stomach. And my thighs. And my arms. Soon, I'd hoard everything in my size, everything that fit over my hips and everything that meant one less fitting room breakdown. 

I hate half the things in my closet. This weekend, I scraped each hanger along the janky metal rod and pulled every piece of clothing that didn't make me radiate confidence. I said goodbye to those garments that I made use of for a while, but I know won't propel me to the place I want to be, like saying goodbye to a toxic friend who's only holding you back.

I never realized that I was punishing myself. Here I am, preaching self-acceptance, when I was subconsciously refusing to allow myself to feel beautiful because I felt I didn't deserve to. I used to tell people that I wasn't materialistic, but in my mind I created a final version of myself: negative thirty pounds later with better speaking skills and an understanding of how to do my hair. I was promising the world to this Sam 2.0, including a new wardrobe, after the beta version got her shit together. 

None of this occurred to me until I heard Joanna Coles say in her opening speech, "In our 20's, we are still 'becoming.'" This is especially true as us 20-somethings navigate the dating realm, pinpoint out our hobbies, get bored with both of those topics, buy that plane ticket to Europe and change career paths every four months. But this statement reverberates any time we start a new journey or work toward a goal. 

What are your ugly clothes? What's holding you back? Throw that shit in a trash bag and make room for growth (or a fabulous wardrobe, or both). We don't have to wait until the end product to love ourselves. It's okay to be exactly where you're at, right at this moment. Drink it in and become.

Singly Yours,
Samantha Single In CLE


Monday, November 3, 2014

17 Quotes To Help You Get Shit Done

HAPPY MONDAY! ... Oh, I'm sorry, it appears someone hasn't had their coffee yet. Forget the 200 mg of caffeine, I know just what you need: sassy typography in front of a scenic or otherwise aesthetically-pleasing background.

Here are 17 of my favorite pin-friendly quotes to help inspire and motivate you to get shit done and kick Monday where it counts. You got this.





















 

































Singly yours,
Samantha Single In Cle