RANT NO.2-Men Who Harass Women on the Street…GROW UP!!

So, apparently it’s eff with Zeena week but I didn’t get the memo. That’s truly how I feel, and it’s only Tuesday for goodness sake. Yesterday, I went on a rant about the United States Postal Service and their shenanigans, today I’m going awf on f*ck boys who think it’s cool to harass and degrade women as they drive by.

Case in point

So yesterday I wasn’t able to do my laundry in the comfort of my own apartment. Why, you ask?  Because the machines are broken!! Per usual!! Literally took all my little coins!! Okay, no need to panic. There’s a laundry mat a few blocks from my place, which I prefer going to anyway. So I gather my things, bundle up and head on my merry way.

As I’m walking down the street I hear a guy saying something from the window of his car. He starts shouting out his phone number. I tell him that there is no way I could possibly take down a number. I wasn’t interested nor am I available but I find that saying a little something is better than saying nothing at all when it comes to situations like this. It’s sad but true. If you don’t respond, you’ll get hit with the, oh you think you’re too good for me spiel and the taunting seems to be much worse. I’ve actually been called the “B” word, skinny and ugly all because I was not interested in some stupid cat calling. I was carrying several bags by the way, so honestly I couldn’t have been able to take down a number even if I wanted to.

He goes on to say, well give me yours. I tell him I don’t have one, in the hopes that he would just give up but of course not! He then goes on to insult me saying, “You look like you don’t have sh*t! ” then proceeded to drive off! Honey, believe me when I say I gave him thee hardest middle finger I could have possibly given! I’m sorry, but I didn’t know I had to be dressed to the nines to go do my laundry! What, do they have dress codes now? Next thing you know, there’ll be a cover fee at the super market! He really had some nerve!!! I could have made some assumptions about him just based on the fact that he’s a grown man, driving around harassing me at ten am on a week day! Can you say, unemployed??? Probably doesn’t even have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of but wants to come for me??!!


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I’m not gonna lie. It hurt because this fool didn’t even know me from a can of paint. I work hard every, damn day, not to mention I’m in school as well. Just because you see me one day dressed in a hoodie and jeans, does not mean I can’t throw my stuff on! I does the darn thing sweetheart, okay? But what gives him the right to say something like that? Maybe he’s used to these little hot thot’s who are impressed when a man does the bare minimum to get their attention, but that’s not my problem. I find it very amusing that one minute he was trying to talk to me, but when I show my lack of interest, I’m everything but a child of God. Men and their foolish pride.

What is really odd is I can guarantee if someone disrespected his mother, sister, daughter or aunt like that, he would’ve had a fit!  So why is this okay to do it to another woman? This man, if I can call him one, is an absolute disgrace to his race and gender. He should be absolutely ashamed of himself. There’s so much going on in this world, in this country, thanks to a racist, vagina grabbing president and the best thing he can offer is his bag of insults? I’ll pass.


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Mama always said, If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all! He clearly didn’t get that memo either, among other things. Ladies, I know I’m not the only one that’s ever dealt with street harassment! How do you deal when confronted with a situation like this? Do you ignore, take the harassment or fight back with your words? I want to know!

– A Black Girl About Town

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RANT: Dear USPS, UPS and FedEx…y’all suck

Ever have one of those day where you think, “There’s no way it can get any worse..” but then it does? Yea, that’s the type of day I had today. Most of it is family-related and being as though I don’t delve too much into my personal life, I’ll keep it to myself but HONEY, the straw that broke the camel’s back was when USPS decided to leave my package in the lobby of my apartment!

Now, I know what you’re thinking and let me stop you before you go there. Yes, my package was left in the lobby of my apartment building, not outside on the curb. But when I say lobby, I literally mean a vestibule. We’re not talking a grand lobby with a desk attendant. Not to mention, I don’t live in the safest neighborhood either. Anyone of my rachet neighbors could have just walked past, saw a package sitting there and ran off on the plug, thanks to USPS and their incompetence! The crazy thing is, there’s a brand spanking new intercom system outside of the door. The delivery person could’ve easily scrolled down, found my name and gave me a call. They’ve done it before. Or whatever happened to leaving a slip inside of the mailbox when the package is too large to fit? I would’ve gladly strolled down the street to my local post office to retrieve my package rather than just having it sit the on top of the mailboxes at anyone’s disposal. If I had not been going downstairs to do laundry (which was an absolute fail, might I add) I wouldn’t have even known!

If this isn’t bad enough, just last month, USPS actually lost my package! So they were already on my naughty list! It took me forever and a day just to get a live person on the phone, which I understand due to the holiday but c’mon now! I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it with the United States Postal Service, UPS and FedEx altogether! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve waited all day for a package to arrive only to be hit with a “Sorry We Missed You,” note when they didn’t even attempt to contact me at all. They’re absolutely the worst at times but something tells me this won’t be my last run in them.

Tell me your stories! Have you ever had any bad experiences with the postal service or other couriers? How did the situation get resolved?

– A Black Girl About Town

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How I Feel When Someone Asks: “Who are you looking cute for?”

You wanna know something that irks me? When people see you dressed up and they automatically assume your reasoning for doing is due to a love interest. Like, I can’t dress up just because, I don’t know, maybe I felt like it? Now I don’t make a habit out of dressing up for work. Jeans and a T-shirt will work for me or anything that’s clean for that matter. I already hate waking up early for work so I definitely don’t have time to worry about what I’m going to wear–especially to a place I dread going to most days. So when I actually do dress up for work, I draw the types of reactions that make me regret dressing up in the first place!

Who are you looking cute for? (Your dad) Where are you going after work?? (To work the corner) Hot date??? (No, a cold one) How about just say that you like what I’m wearing and keep it moving?! It’s annoying. And what’s worse is when someone says, Oh, you look cute today, as if I haven’t looked cute any other days. If you’re going to pay me a compliment, do it right! I’m just saying! The fact of the matter is, my relationship status has nothing to do with why I look nice a certain day. Not saying that I don’t try or enjoy looking nice for him but my man is not my sole purpose for allowing my femininity to show. 

I look nice because the weather is nice. I look nice because God woke me up. I look nice because I actually woke up on time. I look nice because I made a conscious decision to look like I care about myself. NOT in order to gain, keep, or entertain male attention. I believe Janelle Monáe said it best, “Sit Down. I am not here for male consumption.” So think twice before you ask a woman why she’s dressed up or who she’s dressed up for. You just might get an earful in return.

– A Black Girl About Town

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My Favorite Moments from #ObamaFarewell !!!


In just a few short days, we will be saying farewell to Barack Hussein Obama, the 44th President of the The United States of America and the first family that stole our hearts, well mine at least. We knew this time was coming. We were given a reminder way back during the final White House Correspondence Dinner but still, we’re not ready! If that isn’t bad enough, the President’s remarks last night at his farewell address tugged at our heart strings even more! There are sooo many tweet-worthy moments from the night but here are just a few that stood out to me:

1. “Michelle Lavaughn Robinson, girl from the South Side– For the past twenty five years, you have not only been my wife and mother of my children, you have been my best friend. You took on a role you didn’t ask for. And you made it your own. With grace and with grit and with style and good humor…”

2. To Malia  and Sasha– “Of all I’ve done in my life, I’m most proud to be your dad.”

3. “To Joe Biden, the scrappy kid from Scranton who became Delaware’s favorite son: you were the first choice I made as a nominee, and the best…”

4. “For white Americans, it means acknowledging that the effects of slavery and Jim Crow didn’t suddenly vanish in the ‘60s —  that when minority groups voice discontent, they’re not just engaging in reverse racism or practicing political correctness.  When they wage peaceful protest, they’re not demanding special treatment but the equal treatment that our Founders promised.”

What were your favorite moments from his speech?

– A Black Girl About Town

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Quotes taken from:: NPR

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Things We Need to STOP Doing on Social Media in 2017– and Beyond!

1. Posting all of your business. (T.M.I. girl, T.M.I.)

2. Liking your own posts. (Vain much?)

3. Logging on to ask questions you could have asked Google. Ex: Anyone hiring? Where can I call to start making payments on my student loans? (These are real examples that people that I know have used, by the way)

4. Calling someone your hubby/wifey and y’all ain’t married.

5. Promoting people’s businesses who you don’t know but won’t promote your own family and friends.

6. Sending chain mail messages as if you’re still in middle school. Ex: If you don’t share this message with 20 people you’ll have bad luck for the next 20 years.

7. Believing everything you read on these so called “news” websites.

8. Taking pictures or recording people you don’t know even if they are doing something crazy. (Somebody’s gonna get hurt doing that foolishness)

9. Tagging me in groups I never asked to be a part of if the first place.

10. Sending requests to play games.

Did I miss anything? What are some things you’d like people to stop doing on social media? Leave a comment!

– A Black Girl About Town

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FYI: Poor Customer Service Comes in ALL Shades!!!


I’m getting sick and tired of people buying into these negative stereotypes regarding race. No, all black people are not on welfare. No, we don’t all live in the hood, and contrary to popular belief, yes, we are capable of proving excellent customer service! This past weekend while working, a woman over the phone, had the nerve to part her lips and say that she hoped I was Asian or Caucasian because if I was African-American or Hispanic, she did not wish to speak to me! The only thing I was able to utter was, how can I help you before she shut me all the way down! It totally caught me off guard but little did she know, she was actually doing me a favor! What kills me is, she didn’t even give me a chance! She automatically assumed that I wouldn’t be able to help her all on account of  my race.  We happen to be the same race, by the way.

 There’s always been a negative stigma associated with black women in customer service. The film industry can be partly to blame. We’re often depicted as lazy, opting to watch our “stories” over assisting customers, always on break (even when we’re not on break) and incapable of completing even the simplest of tasks due to our choice in hair and nail styles. Black women have had to work twice as hard to dispel these ugly stereotypes, shortening hard to pronounce names and having our “phone voices” down pact.


It’s laughable when the shenanigans happen on the silver screen. As the saying goes, life imitates art. I’m sure we can all recall a time when we’ve had less than satisfactory service at the hands of a clerk, cashier or administrative person. But don’t get it twisted, poor customer service comes in all shades. I hate going somewhere and receiving poor service so I make sure that I provide excellent customer service at my places of employment, always going above and beyond to help others. Moral of the story is, don’t judge a book by its cover, voice or whatever because the same person you’re judging could be the same person with the solution to your problems.

-A Black Girl About Town


Post Election Thoughts

So here it is. Sighh. The post you’ve all been waiting for, or not.  The post election post. I put it off as long as I could until I could come to some sort of understanding as to what has taken place. Until I could get to a place where I was less angry and hopefully to a point where I wouldn’t offend anyone with my words.

Yes, I too was one of those Americans who were in mourning that Wednesday when we learned the fate of our country. I slept restless the night before and woke up feeling hopeless. No sense of purpose. I unfriended, unfollowed and vowed to disconnect from social media all together. I debated skipping class and I dreaded returning to work. I feared for the safety of my family and friends and also myself. Fearful that we may be subject to hate crimes because let’s face it. The cat is out of the bag. The masks are off. There are those who feel empowered to show their true colors because they’ve allowed a man to play on their fears, giving them the okay to express a deep hatred that they’ve tried so hard to mask for eight years. Longer. No more hiding behind a computer screen. No sooner than the results were heard were swastikas plastered on buildings in my own city, the city of brotherly love. It just got real. This is not the feeling that I felt when President Obama first took office and I’m sure you’d agree.

We lived in utopia for that one moment in time. A world with no limits. An America with no racism. I mean how could there be racism ? After all, we’ve elected our first black president. Look how far we’ve come! Wishful thinking, as if one man could single handedly solve this country’s deep rooted issues, which we claim are non existent to begin with. The Civil Rights Act was only 50 some years ago. The only thing that changed in this country were the laws, not people’s hearts. They couldn’t wait until his two terms had ended so that things could revert back to they way that it once was. Everyone wasn’t ready for change. They weren’t ready for a black president then and apparently not ready for a woman president now.

So once I came to the conclusion that there’d be no fantastic voyage cruise ship back to Africa, I figured I could do one or two things; live my life in fear or live my life. I’m choosing the latter because living in fear is not living at all. God knows I do enough of this on a daily basis. Life doesn’t stop here. There’s still money to be made and bills to be paid. We cannot allow ourselves to remain stuck due to an unfavorable outcome. As for the future, I don’t now what it holds. But starting now, our President elect needs to take accountability for his choice in rhetoric throughout the entire campaign if he ever hopes to truly “make America great again.”

 “So do not fear, for I am with you;

Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you;

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

-Isaiah 41:10 (NIV)