Tuesday, July 29, 2008

salsa dancing

I used to think a grilled cheese was a grilled cheese. i knew of course that they varied, but with just two simple ingredients (bread and cheese), how amazing can it get right? But that was until i had the grilled cheese at Italian bistro. If I were on Death Row, this would be my last meal. After a few weeks i had my second day at Patterson's. It went by quickly and wasn't nearly as bad as the first day other than some annoying server who called in during service. Phone rings, I pick up:

Me: Thank you for calling Patterson's Palace. this is Kalima, how may i help you?
Girl: Who is this?
Me: Kalima
Girl: Ok are you hostessing tonight?
(In my head i'm thinking: obviously, i just answered the phone didn't I?)
Me: Yes
(Customers are walking in the door and she won't shut up)
Girl: Ok and what servers are on?
Me: [deep breath] Tom, Dick, Harry, etc.
Girl: hmm okay, i'm working tonight and i just wanted to know who else was gonna be there.
Me: Are you serious? Bitch! you'll see when you get here!

Ok so i didn't say that last line but thats what i felt like saying. i was already a bit agitated cuz i would've rather been at an art exhibit/concert that was going on in West Philly. And it didn't help that they'd asked me to come in with less than 24 hours notice. I seem to always find places that lack professionalism. [One time, Nocturnal called me from a party that was already going on and asked if i could shoot it. The other day at bistro, the manager actually had us draw straws to see who closed.] Afterwards I ended up headin to The Khyber since two.one.five was promoting it. Tim* came with me and we stayed there for no more than two minutes. the place was empty and the music was terrible. i was hesitant to go in the first place since that venue is known for punk rock and heavy metal. there's nothing wrong with those genres, but they're not my cup of tea. so we went dancing at cuba libre! and i discovered my new favorite drink - Blue Long Island


I didn't do anything for the rest of the weekend besides work.

Ashley's moving back to Maryland :( so we went to The Olive Garden last night
Sitting outside Italian bistro... West Side Story

Monday, July 28, 2008

Interracial Dating

When I was 18 years old I had my first serious relationship. Samuel* was nice, funny, compassionate, and he was White. I'll admit that I initially had some doubts, but they were more so about whether race would ever cause friction or misunderstandings between us. I didn't care what anyone else thought. I'd found someone who cared about me, and I wasn't going to walk away from that just because closed-minded people wouldn't approve.

I never saw him as White. I just saw him as Samuel. I mean obviously I was aware of his race but I never really thought about it. Except, of course, for when people reminded me. They way we got stares in public, the ignorant questions people asked. A girl who saw a picture of him and I up on my wall asked, "Do you usually date White guys?". Now had he been Black it would've been seen as "natural" and I highly doubt she would've asked about the race of men I date. Once, when Sam and I were standing outside, a car driving by slowed down. The man in the passenger seat, who was Black, yelled out the window that I was a sinner for fornicating with the White Devil.

Interracial dating. It's a controversial topic. Some people disapprove because they believe in the preservation of culture. But a lot of the animosity associated with interracial affairs stems from a belief in racial hierarchy (that someone may not be "good enough" due to their race or ethnicity) and also from feelings of rejection.

Before I even start, I want to make it clear that this is not some typical "angry Black woman" rant. In fact, I think interracial dating is a beautiful representation of unity, and shows that love can persevere through adversity. Everyone has the right to find happiness wherever they choose. However, I do find it noteworthy that there is an imbalance within the Black community. The purpose here is not to say who anyone should and should not be with, but rather to mention the steady increase of Black men dating and marrying women who aren't Black, and how Black women are affected by this. It's not meant to be a scholastic article. It is based on experience, conversations with other Black women and some research.



The number of Black men dating/marrying outside of their race is significantly higher than that of Black women. With such a large number looking elsewhere for relationships/marriage, many Black women can be left with a feeling of abandonment. The disparity shown in statistics is staggering and I don't think it's just a coincidence.

The media reflects our society's glorification of the White woman. Don't believe me? Google hot women, hottest women, beautiful women, etc., and what you get is thousands upon thousands of images of white women. There were very very few women of color, and the ones that appeared all had light to very fair skin, and long straight hair. Growing up as a Black woman in America is to be widely portrayed as undesirable. And within the Black community, the lighter your skin, and the straighter your hair, the more beautiful you are regarded. Historically, Black women bleached their skin and used chemicals to alter their hair texture. Skin bleaching is not as openly common as it once was, but thousands of black women continue to put relaxers in their hair. it's assimilation, conscious or subconscious. (and i include myself in this since i hotcomb my hair straight).
[2011 update: i no longer straighten my hair on a regular basis. i wear it completely natural, and straighten it once or twice a year.]

i remember when i was a little girl, and many a jokes were centered around nappy hair and dark skin. i had never seen a problem with my hair. but in the peer pressure i begged my mother to let me get a relaxer. i didn't know the severity of the chemicals and the effect it would have on my hair and scalp in the long run. i didn't see it as rejecting my ancestry. i just knew that i wanted to fit in and not get made fun of anymore.
even today in adulthood i feel pressure. i stopped putting chemicals in my hair a long time ago, but i still straighten it with a hotcomb. i fear that my puff will cause an aversion to me or that it will keep from getting a job. every now and then when i wear it completely natural, i get disapproval. the little insecure girl in me comes back and i straighten it asap.


Completely dismissing a Black woman simply because of her race has the potential to negatively affect her self-perception and self-esteem. Black men who do this are perpetuating the exact racist mentality of the system that oppresses them everyday. The hypocrisy baffles me. To Black men who may stumble upon this: Keep in mind that your daughter with your non-Black partner may very well come out with brown skin, and be perceived and treated as Black. Now all of those hateful things that Black men like you say about Black women will be thrown at her. Your daughter will be ignored by the Black men of her generation who think the way you do. They will look at her skin and judge her before even getting know her, just as you do to Black women today.


My problem isn't with Black men being with women of other races. I know first hand that you can be with someone for who they are inside, not what they look like on the outside. My problem is that in some cases, their motives are offensive and rooted in self-hatred. My problem lies with the Black men who make a mockery of Black women by saying that they are all too needy, have too much attitude, aren't attractive, an so on. This generalization is ignorant, and an insult to the individuality of Black women. I found a list that was put together by some Black men as to why they find it difficult to date Black women. This is just an example of the ignorance I am
referring to:

1. Black women make black men feel under appreciated, unwarranted and irresponsible and regressive.
2. Black women are too aggressive and no longer patient in waiting on the pursuit of a man.
3. Black women are strong headed, too independent which presents great challenges in relationships.
4. Black women are masculine in that they are controlling and like to run the relationship.
5. Black women expect too much. They are gold diggers who will not look twice at a blue collar black man.
6. Black women are hot headed and have bad attitudes.
7. Black women stop caring about their appearance after a certain age.
8. Black women are not as sexually open as other races, especially in regards to oral sex.
9. Black women's tolerance is far too low; they are no longer empathetic to the black man's struggle in white America.
10. Black women do not cater to their men.

I'll point out a contradiction here. They accuse us of being gold diggers, but when we are successful and make our own money, they say we are "too independent".

I am a Black woman and nothing on this list describes me. I could go on and on with retorts and disproofs, but I'll just say: Women with issues come in all colors, so to feel as though Black women should be singled out and put down is absurd.

The fact that such a list even exists and lumps all Black women together is just...sad. And this is merely the tip of the iceberg. Many statements can be found from Black men expressing their aversion from Black women. So when I see a Black man with a woman who is not Black, I can't help but wonder if he was drawn to her for her, or because he thinks that Black women are not good enough.

So to be clear once more, I don't have a problem with interracial dating. I have a problem with men, particularly Black men, who insult and tear down Black women.

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*Name changed to protect privacy.

Monday, July 21, 2008

food, food, food

I've been working in restaurants for awhile now. Anyone who's job involves customer service knows that customers can be a pain the ass. I've compiled a few pointers on how to conduct yourself when going out to eat.

For you:

-If the place takes reservations, MAKE ONE. It's not that hard. Call, give them your name and number. A table will be waiting for you when you get there.

-Be nice. If you're rude we'll only reciprocate by giving you the minimal amount of attention and try to get rid of you as quickly as possible. Give me attitude and I'll give you the shitty table in the back by the kitchen. Talk to me with respect and i'll try to pull strings to get you the nice booth.

-Don't come in at primetime and be upset that we can't seat you immediately. It's 7:30 on a Friday night and you wanna throw a fit because there's a wait? Stay home and cook.

For us:

-Please be patient. You are not the only guests. You're server has other tables to take care of.

-Do not get angry with the hostess. We are simply there to seat you once a table is available. It is not our fault that the restaurant is busy and you have to wait.

-Leave a good tip. For the most part servers are paid very little and tips are how they make their living. i'm not saying you have to go all out (i'm no baller myself), but just be understanding that they are bustin their asses and putting up with a lot of shit.
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I've always managed to get connections in the kitchen. Last night I got the chef to slip me some food. It was just what i needed after a hectic shift.


The lovely subway station that i get to be in almost everyday. where you don't just see mice down by the tracks, but also right up on the platform!




Today Brandon and i went to The Reading Terminal. Had some banging soul food from Delilah's...mmmmm cornbread. and i did some much needed grocery shopping.

GRAPEFRUIT



Brandon and fruit

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

G Lounge

I got home from G Lounge about an hour ago. It was a complete bust! Even worse than last time. I'm so glad I wasn't hype about it or i would've been really disappointed. I took a few pics just for fun.

At least it got me out of the house. i didn't work today so i was home all day.

These guys i passed on the way playing on Broad and Walnut were really good


if you ever want a good laugh, just surf through the personals on craigslist. i was watching ellen and she had this couple on the show who reconnected on craigslist. there's this feature called missed connections and you can try to find people that you saw or met but missed the opportunity to exhcange info or lost touch. so this couple met on an airplane but when they landed, they went their separate ways. the guy posted a description of the girl and how they met. she went on and saw it, they dated, got married...whoopedee doo for the love birds. so of course with nothing else to do, i check it out, not that i was looking for anyone, and i was cracking up. i'm about to go look at more, its too funny. my favorite was a guy looking for a girl. he described her as MAD THICK and proposed "let's go get some Church's chicken and listen to RZA" and he had a picture of the Church's Chicken logo. i gotta give it to him for being real.

Monday, July 14, 2008

basketball and water ice


i didn't take pictures this morning because it was raining and well...i just didn't feel like it. it cleared though, and the day turned out to be beautiful. Brandon and i went to the library and i got The Color Purple. i'm so excited to start reading it.

We went to his basketball game (they lost) and there was an old lady selling water ice. i love the hood. where else can you get water ice for 50 cents? personally i think it tastes better than Rita's where they charge you upwards of $3.00. the best part though was him asking me where i got water ice from while he was in the middle of the game.



i changed my mind about leaving Italian bistro again. the hours at Patterson's aren't promising enough yet to rely solely on them. i went there today to find out when i'm working this week, and they were so damn clueless. It's monday and you can't tell me what days i'm working for the week? they know that i have another job and i cant be on call. [sigh] the obsecenity, lol. and i've yet to see a check from Nocturnal for the event i photographed. being broke sucks.
well, back to watching Dr. Phil and bracing for this crazy heatwave that's coming tomorrow.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

i came home to a hallway that smelled like weed. then i saw that my standoffish and seemingly racist neighbors were back. damn...i thought they had moved out. at least i had chocolate chip cookies waiting for me. work was a bit crazy cuz everyone was coming to eat before going to see The Color Purple. I really wanted to see that play and today was the last day it was in town. i couldn't afford it and had no one to go with even if i could. i'm gonna go to the library tomorrow so i can get the book.


after someone asked me where the restrooms were at work, i started thinking about why they're called restrooms. you definitely don't rest in them. except one time i did see my uncle sleeping on the toilet.
hmm i need to figure out how to spend my day off tomorrow. i feel a photo expedition coming on.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

work at bistro wasn't bad today. That tom jones song (it's not unusual) came on and i felt like doing the Carlton dance. (see video at bottom if you're not familiar). the first day at Patterson's yesterday was so boring, it was excrutiating. Bruce Bruce and Buckwild came in to eat though. that was semi-interesting. Other than that it was 8 hours of standing behind the podium, staring off into space. I hope the hours pick up, and i'm not just there one day a week.i really need to start bringing my camera with me everywhere. and i keep saying that but i always forget. these guys were dancing in the lobby at liberty place on wednesday when i was there shopping, and cool things like that happen all the time. the nikon's so big and clunky though. i wish my little kodak wasnt a piece of shit. some of the pics from my mom's visit didn't come out, so it's only somewhat reliable.
I decided to put in my 2 weeks notice at the bistro on Wednesday [sigh]. i like it, but i know eventually it'll start conflicting with everything else. with my other job, plus going home for my family reunion, working with Nocturnal, interning at two.one.five...something had to get dropped, so the bistro gotta go!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

A Wonderful Weekend





Despite having to work, I had fun this past weekend. My mother came to visit, and being with family is the one thing that ALWAYS makes me happy. On the 4th we went to the Parkway to see the John Legend concert and the fireworks. It sucked that it was raining, but so many people still came out and the show was good. Saturday we went grocery shopping, which was great since lately my diet's consisted of either instant noodles and food I sneak from work (I love working in restaurants). Unfortunately I had to work that night and they kept me until midnight. I was heated, because I wanted to go out for drinks with my mommy. By the time I got home she was knocked out. Then we had to wake up early so she could catch her bus back to Boston :( . It was nice having her here, cuz being on your own can get really boring and lonely at times. And because I actually have food in my kitchen now for the first time in...damn...I cant even remember, lol. I can't wait to visit Boston next month and see the whole fam.
Until then I'll finally be starting my job at Patterson's Palace tomorrow (1621 Cecil B. Moore Ave. - drop by some time; the food is really good i promise), and slowly fading out of Italian bistro. And trying to have some FUN!

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