Just Another Day in Chocolate City
"Just my thoughts man - right or wrong, Just what I was feeling at the time" Courtesy Jay-Z, The Ruler's Back
About Me
- Name: TDJ
- Location: Washington, D.C., United States
Thoughts of a married, 30-something woman, living in Washington, D.C. (yes, in the actual city *lol*)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Tolerance and Acceptance Trumps Death Any Day
A sheet of paper, stuffed into Crites diary, contained the message, “Wherever I end up laying, whether buried or cremated, I want to stay with my true love, buried next to her. This is my choice. I’m sorry.” Oh. OH. OOOHHHH!!! Her sister has said to the media that “they didn’t run away because of their sexuality.” They didn’t? Hmmm….sure sounds like it to me, but hey, I can only give my opinion of the facts as they are presented. I can say this though, my oldest and dearest friend, Diamond Diva and I have been through it and back over the last 17 years, but I have never, ever referred to her as "my true love".
For whatever the reason, it’s a tragedy that these two young girls chose to take their own lives. I recall my teenage years and they were tough. It seems that teenagers are convinced that “today everything is as important as it ever will be”. They turn minor things into life altering experiences and they get so caught up in “the moment” that they can’t see “the future”. Remember:
You: Guess what? Rhonda didn't speak to me this morning at the bus stop.
Gail, Friend: That's because Rhonda told me that Sheila told her that, Tarika told Sheila, that Dominique said that Pam and Keisha told her that they, saw you talking to Ricky in the hallway. And you know she like Ricky.
You: We was just talking about homework. Dang!
Gail: I believe you, but Pam and Keisha said ya'll looked really sneaky.
Thus, the end (most times temporary) of your friendship with Rhonda. Not sure if guys go through it, but even the most level-headed teenager will have at least one of these ridiculous conversations in her lifetime. I can't imagine compounding the normal teenage nonsense with burgeoning feelings of homosexuality.
If these young ladies had expressed their homosexuality to their family and friends, I can only hope that they were met with open arms. If you can’t tell by reading my blog, I’m pretty much a live and let live kinda person. I don’t give a damn who you chose to love, as long as they love you back and treat you well. Period. Sounds simple, but I truly believe it and I try to live it.I’ve always felt that way. If I become a parent, will that change? I sure hope not. Of course the future visions of my son or daughter growing up, being healthy and happy. I’d lie if I said that I didn’t dream about the big wedding I’d try to convince each of them to have. *lol* But, none of that is guaranteed. Not their life expectancy their health, their happiness or their heterosexuality. Would I love a homosexual child less or treat them any differently? Today, at the age of 30, in my wide eyed, liberal, non-parental mind, I’ll venture a bet on no. And even if I changed my mind and didn't approve or support their feelings and the situation, would I want them to become depressed and suffer the fate of Smith and Crites? According to the National Center for Health Statistics, there were 31,484 cases of suicide in the United States in 2001. Of that 31,484, 7.9% or 2487 were teenagers between the ages of 15-19 years of age. Wow.
What do ya’ll think? How would you react in finding out that one (or more) of your children was homosexual? Would it matter? Would your opinion of them change? Would you be able to accept the situation? Tolerate it? I bring suicide into the discussion, only in reference to this particular case. I understand that for some people, this issue (sexuality) is deeply rooted in their spirituality/religion. Let’s be respectful of everyone’s opinion and their right to have one.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Everything and Nothing
Hey folks! I've been a bad blogger lately, hence the week long lag between posts. It seems like there's a bit of everything and a whole lotta nothing going on with me. *lol* I've been working hard on a homework assignment for my writing class. I haven't been visiting my normal blogs, but I'll catch up this weekend. A few thoughts:
- At my job, I work with a group of co-workers called, The Human Relations Committee. We sponsor events like the annual field day picnic, angel trees during the holidays, coat and book drive for local shelters and community centers, etc. One of my responsibilities is to create the display board, acknowledging "the month" - February/Black History, March/Women's History, etc. So, this morning, I ask the Graphics Arts Dude (GAD) to make a title banner for Black History Month. He brought me a banner in Times New Roman font, black letters and no border. Huh? Uh, yeah, GAD, I could have done that. So I asked him what's up? Normally the banners he give me are great. Fun fonts, with creative borders, etc. He says, "Well, someone came by after last month's display and suggested that I used a plainer font. They thought that someone might take offense and consider the fonts too ethnic." WTF? Since when do fonts have an ethnic component? I rolled my eyes and walked away.
- I just don't know what to make of this case. Not sure if it made national news, so I'll summarize. A young woman, Sintia Mesa, lived in the DC Metro area and traveled to Baltimore every Friday for her personal appointments (hair and nails). The original reports were that she was missing and the family made pleas for her safe return. She had a sweet smile and an innocent face. Unfortunately, she was found murdered in the trunk of her car. Damn. Another tragic death. Then more of the story began to emerge. Hmm, maybe Ms. Mesa wasn't so innocent. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying. I didn't wish the young lady harm, nor do I think that anyone deserves to be murdered. However, the facts of the case are a bit on the shady side (a boyfriend, an arrest, drugs, money in a storage unit, tracking devices, the ATF, etc). I'd like to get to the bottom of the story.
- It's 11:15pm and there ain't a lick of snow or ice on the ground. Why are 2 DC Charter Schools closed tomorrow because of "inclement conditions"? That's what the news anchor just said. Call me Stevie Wonder, cause I can't see it.
- So far, I've met 3 local DC bloggers: Creole Princess, TenderHeart and Honest. Great, great ladies that I really enjoyed meeting. Based on the local folks that I read, I think it would be interesting to meet Bklyn Diva, The Hostess, LaBella Noire, Fresh, Thinking and Enigma. Their blogs amuse me and/or make me think. I hope this isn't interpreted as blog sweating or stalking. *lol* These folks just give me the "sane, cool peeps vibe". And now, I've clearly given them the "crazy woman" vibe.
- Why am I hooked on watching "A Different World" in reruns? I think I've seen every single episode at least 5 times and I still look forward to them.
- The marketing campaign for the Cartoon Networks, "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" and the overanxious folks in Boston gave me the best laugh of the week. This deserves an 80's throwback - CHILL OUT!!
- I'm normally a pretty tech savvy person, but I'm having the damnedest time figuring out how to add a Blog Roll to my page. *lol* Can somebody who has mastered that in Blogger help ya girl out? Thanks in advance!