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I’ve been tip-toeing around this subject for months now because I didn’t want to be too hasty with the criticism, but after observing what was supposed to be the comeback of TGT this year, and the person who seems to be the common denominator in all of their failings, I can only come to the conclusion that Ginuwine’s saddle is no longer waiting for fans to jump on it and he is so not anxious about winning in the music game.
As you know, earlier this year Tyrese, Ginuwine, and Tank made a big to-do about their TGT supergroup reunion and even dropped an album this august called Three Kings to show us they were serious about taking the insecurity out of R&B and making music people could respect. Fans bought what TGT was selling — literally — and the album debuted at number 3 on the Billboard 200 chart, selling 76,000 copies in the United States in the first week. And then…nothing. OK, technically, some things did happen but nothing would have been better than what surpassed.
Backing up just a taste, I will say I already began having reservations about these “three kings” in July when I attended the Essence Music Festival in New Orleans. Actually, I wasn’t concerned about all three of them, just one: the G. See when the men hit the stage to perform on opening night, this is what Ginuwine did during his solo set:
A hand towel dance break? Really? I won’t even get on the fact that the audience sang his songs more than he did, but just know this is the point when I realized that in 2013 Ginuwine just planned to get by on his looks. And that I could get behind, so long as he didn’t mess up Tyrese and Tank who can both sing and appear to actually want to get on stage and perform and — shocker — rehearse before doing so.
Enter TGT’s WLNY performance when it became clear to the world and Ginuwine’s groupmates that sitting there being cute doesn’t look so cute when you’re smack dab in front of a camera on a news channel. In fact, it makes you look high as a kite, which is the allegation that followed Ginuwine after this womp of an appearance. His excuse? Red Bull.
It appears Ginuwine has an excuse for just about every blunder of his these days because three weeks ago when the singer started tweeting illegibly about love and relationships while watching the Dallas Cowboys game he came back the next day and blamed his incoherent ramblings on the sleep drug Ambien. And now he’s acting as though he doesn’t owe anyone — like his fans — an explanation about just deciding not to show up to the Soul Train Awards last month, tweeting: “I wasn’t there and that was it u wanna make more out of it then let’s go who ever!!!!!” I’m sorry, what else did you have to do that day?
I say all this to say that from the outside looking in, it appears Ginuwine’s work ethic and general concern for his own image as well as that of his group is nonexistent at worst and lackluster at best. When your group only has three members, there’s no room for one to be gazing off into “all of the lights” while hocked up on Ambien or “Red Bull” — especially when that one member “doesn’t like to sing background,” as the guys told us when they came into the office for an interview. If you want to be the front man, you have to do front man work. At this point, Ginuwine’s acting like he’s a lighting director backstage who doesn’t need practice because they “do this.” Nah homie. You need practice. Lot’s of it.
All I’m saying is, don’t get women across the world — OK across the United States — OK a few thousand women across the United States — all amped up for the “return of real R&B” only to come out looking like a 40-something hasbeen daddy of eight who just showed up to get a check (even if that’s what you are) because the thing is TGT should work. Tank has an enormous amount of talent — and sex appeal — Tyrese is nice on the eyes and can sing his little raspy heart out, and Ginuwine, well, he brings the mainstream success and fans. But right now he’s acting like he doesn’t want it, and given the small window these gentlemen have to actually make us care about what they’re doing and download their album or buy tickets to their shows, he needs to give us something more than no-shows and microphone mumbles. That’s if he actually wants to win and judging from this slew of mishaps I’m convinced he doesn’t. Anyone else feel the same way?
On Sunday night’s episode of “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” we watched Cynthia Bailey and Peter work through their relationship issues. Cynthia was attempting to get her health back in order after suffering from fibroids; Peter was worried about getting their sex life on track after he was forced to go without.
To call Peter’s concerns overtly selfish would be an understatement, as even after knowing his wife wasn’t having sex with him because of her health issues, he was still whining and crying like a depraved little boy. However, my opinion switched just a bit as Cynthia talked about how the couple’s sex life would improve after she was back to 100% health. She said once she got over the fibroid hump, she’d be down to have sex once a week, stating that that should be enough and adding that if she didn’t have to work she’d be perfectly fine upping that figure.
Now for my full disclaimer: I’m not married, nor anywhere near, but I have been in monogamous relationships and I have to say once a week sounds pretty low to me. Shoot, singles can get sex once a week if they try hard enough. And though I rarely agree with RHOA’s Kenya Moore, as I read her thoughts on Cynthia and Peter’s sex life in her Bravo blog this morning I could do nothing but nod my head as she wrote:
“I’m not a sex therapist and I’m not married. But sex is a huge part of a successful relationship. Once a week is not enough! Cynthia girl, get some female Viagra and some sexay Agent Provocateur and get to work! I hope she works that out… Literally! LOL!”
Cynthia’s reluctance to get busy more than once a week sounds like it may be tied to her being, or at least feeling like, the breadwinner of the family. I’m not sure if Peter’s bar/club/lounge is still in operation, but it does appear the Bailey Modeling Agency — and Cynthia’s participation in reality TV — is what’s keeping the family afloat and when a woman is stressed and feels like all the burden is on her, sex definitely tends to take a backseat. However, if we’re just talking about working on a daily basis as most married women do these days, Cynthia, honey, you might have to step your sex game up.
Sex is a lot of work, and we know men tend to want it more than women, but it’s also vital to be able to meet your man at least halfway on this need — not because you’re afraid what you won’t do another woman will (hate that phrase by the way) but because sex builds intimacy and tells your partner you care about his needs. No one wants to feel like they have to beg you to sleep with them, which was one point I did sympathize with Peter on because it’s clear he feels Cynthia’s lack of desire for sex is tied to a lack of attraction for him or his inability to please her and you never want to make your partner feel that way. On the flip side, you also don’t want to make your wife feel like sex is her second job. It’s truly up to couples to determine a sex schedule that works for their individual libidos, but I don’t think I’m too off target when I saw sex once a week between two healthy, consenting, in love partners is not nearly enough.
What do you think?
Last month my cousin celebrated her 24th birthday. My cousins and I grew up relatively close when we were younger but as we’ve gotten older and moved away from one another, it’s gotten harder and harder to keep in touch. But we do make an effort to speak to one another on our birthdays. So after I screamed Happy Birthday into the phone, I asked her how she’d been doing. What was new in her life since… New Year’s Day.
She explained that she and her boyfriend of the past four years had just broken up. She told me all the sordid details of how their once precious relationship fizzled and then ended. Naturally, I sympathized with her, especially after she told me that she really thought she was going to marry this man. That hit me. A regular breakup is one thing. But breaking up with the person you thought was your future husband is something entirely different. I tried and probably failed to comfort her. I told her that you never know what can happen. Things change, people mature etc. And I also told her that we’re young and we still have plenty of time to find men and all that jazz.
Then she said something that really struck me. “I know, I just don’t want to be 50 years old hugging my pillow at night.”
Dang. All I could do was sigh. We have aunts who prioritized their career, or have failed relationships and are in that very same position. But we also have a cousin, who said something very similar to that just before she went out and jumped into a relationship and had a child with a man who wasn’t about her or their son.
I sighed. I wanted to stress to her that finding a man just to warm the other side of the bed wasn’t going to cut it. She’s not the type to just jump on any ole thing but you never know what fear and desperation will cause you to do.
Anyway, our conversation had me thinking about a few things. In my own life, I know I’ve certainly prioritized my career, my dreams and my self actualization before relationships. There have been opportunities that have come that I’ve intentionally or subconsciously pushed away because I thought and still think that I have time.
I believe I have time. But our conversation left me wondering, if I never got married and had children, something I’ve envisioned myself doing since as early as 5 years old, would I be okay? Would I be emotionally fulfilled? Would I feel like something in my life was missing? Would I be depressed and despondent, scowling at couples pushing strollers in the park?
Things change and maybe one day I’ll feel more pressure than I do today but I don’t think so. And I’m not putting this out in the universe because the Lord God knows I’m not ashamed to say I want a husband and kids, (two, a boy and a girl). But I also believe that I would be content if I were to die without a man to rub up against me at night or children to change my adult diapers. If I find myself unmarried and without child, I think I could be content being that 60 year old lady taking vacations every three months, eating ice cream for dinner and wasting money on unnecessary purchases without the money I would have saved not having had to put kids though college. Hell, without a husband I might even live longer. Ya’ll have heard of the Delany sisters right? Like I said, I still think I’m young and I’m not pressed today. If I’m still single at 35, I’ll do another self check.
What about you ladies, married single or somewhere in between. Do you think you could be happy if you never married and had children? Why or why not?
HIV and STD testing are a no-brainer when it comes to casual hookups, partners you’re dating on a semi-regular basis, and even monogamous relationships, but an area that seems to get a little tricky — for some — is the idea of continuing these tests after marriage.
This past weekend, I attended the Blogalicious Five Conference in Atlanta, and in a relationships panel, Jacque Reid, Demetria Lucas, Telisha Ng, and OBGYN Dr. Tosha Rogers Jones, discussed the topic of safe sex, based around the new OraQuick at-home HIV testing kit. Once the discussion moved past the usual subjects of when to bring up testing, whether you should get tested together, and the awkwardness of trying this test at home, Dr. Jones spoke on how frequently couples should get tested and recommended partners doing so once every year — even after marriage. And that’s when the ball dropped.
From the women seated at my table alone, I heard remarks of disbelief as a few questioned, “after you’re married?” More than one woman gasped and a couple more added that their husbands would not go for that. To those reactions, Dr. Jones simply restated, “yes, after marriage.”
Not being married myself, I can’t say whether this would be a pleasant conversation to have with my non-existent husband, but what I do know is that this doesn’t sound like a bad idea — in fact it sounds like a damn good one. Over the course of a 10-, 20-, 30-, 40-plus year marriage, who’s to say someone won’t slip up? I’d much rather deal with the issue of infidelity when it’s not compounded by concerns over my sexual and reproductive health. There’s also the issue of some diseases just not showing up rapidly. Let’s say you meet, begin dating, get engaged to, and marry someone all in the course of six months to a year — when those initial test results come back negative, can you really be certain that there’s nothing else lurking under the surface that hasn’t shown up yet?
I get that walking down the aisle with someone and vowing to love, honor, and obey them all the days of your lives carries with it an expectation of unwavering trust, but I don’t think requiring annual STD and HIV testing has to be looked at as an, “I’m about to catch this mother f***er up if he’s been cheating on me” scenario — particularly if this is a routine you establish early on in your relationship. Two women at the conference — one engaged, the other married — shared that they get tested with their partners every year on World Aids Day as more of a social awareness thing, as opposed to a relationship checkup and that works well for them. That’s the approach I’d like to bring into my future relationship so that testing becomes a part of our annual doctor’s appointments like anything else — and at the same time if something does comes up funny, I know who I’m coming to with questions. JK!
For women who haven’t already established this testing routine, I can imagine their husbands hit them with the side-eye should they all of a sudden, a few years into their marriage, suggest annual testing. But like Demetria shared, just blame it on the doctor. Say, “Hey my doc told me we should be getting tested annually as a preventative measure and I agree with her, so let’s make it happ’n capp’n.” And like Jacque Reid pointed out, any man who is adamant about not wanting to get tested has something to hide. Therefore, his reluctance may be all the answer you need when it comes to the health of both your body and your relationship, know what I’m saying?
Again, as a non-married woman, I can’t speak on the delicacies of a union declared before God and how someone may get into their feelings when it comes to a sensitive subject like this. So, married ladies, tell me what you think about demanding STD and HIV testing after you jump the broom. Would you do it?
There’s a simple answer to all of this. Because men wouldn’t buy relationship books. And in the words of my father, “that’s a dat gum shame.” (Clearly our people are from the south.)But despite all of the male-written literature on how women can improve themselves for the betterment of a relationship, where are the female-written counterparts? Lawd knows women aren’t the only ones who could use a little assistance when it comes to interacting, communicating and understanding the opposite sex. Men need plenty of help just like we do. Maintaining relationships, of any nature, is hard work. Would a “Think Like A Woman” book written by Mo’Nique fly off the shelves? Probably not.
But for some reason, men either don’t think they need it, don’t care enough or feel like they can figure it out as they go along. You know, just like the old sitcom bit where the man, usually a husband, out and out refuses to pull over and ask for directions even though he and his frustrated wife or girlfriend have been driving around in the same circle for the past two hours. Maybe it’s the same thing with relationship books.
I’m sure my experiences are limited: but, with the exception of what to get a woman for a gift, I can’t even think of a time where a man has asked me for relationship advice. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Just this past summer my 15 year old cousin asked my sister and I to tell him how he can tell if a girl likes him or not. I didn’t tell him this but I thought it was so precious. And I admired the fact that he was thoughtful enough to ask former girls turned women instead of talking to one of his knucklehead friends. Hell, at 15 it probably would have been “uncool” to ask his male friends such a thing. The expectation is that by the time you reach middle school, you have your mack game down pact. But as the girls and even women on the receiving end of that “game,” we know that’s not the case.
Which actually brings me to another point. In one of our editorial meetings, months ago, we were talking about how women often rely on a [small] network of people when things get rocky in relationships. I know it’s not good to have everybody in your business; but because I trust these women, anytime I have a problem, in any life arena, but particularly relationships, I almost always discuss it with my mom, sister and best friend. Of course, I mull it over in my own head first but for some reason it seems too cluttered in there. When I say it out loud, to someone else, I can hear whether or not I sound crazy or like I’m overreacting or if it’s actually worse than I’ve made it out to be. During the meeting we suggested our assistant editor ask her boyfriend who he talks to about relationship issues. She reported back that he said no one. He just tries to figure it out himself.
What a concept!
So maybe that’s the thing. I’ve heard several times now that men are problem solvers. They like to see the situation, identify the problem, find the solution and be done with it. And I’ve heard and even lived the generalized notion that women like to find a solution too. But sometimes we want to find several solutions and weigh out the pros and cons of each of them before ultimately making a decision. So maybe we’re more inclined to seek outside help and men are hellbent on figuring it out themselves.
But those are just a few of my theories. Have you ever had a man come to you for relationship advice? Why do you think men don’t buy relationship books?
I was just on Tumblr when I stumbled across the image above. Underneath the caption reads:
When white girls say we cant grow hair, I be like…
My initial reaction was “Boom!” Then I chuckled. What white girl would say, to a black woman, that our hair can’t grow?! That would be bold as all hell. And just as soon as I was about to dismiss the comment as being funny but unrealistic, I thought about my middle school homeroom teacher, Mr. Litts.
Now, before I share the comment Mr. Litts made about black hair, I have to tell you I don’t mean to totally piss on his life and legacy. Mr. Litts was a pretty cool dude and a great art teacher. He solicited students to paint murals all throughout the hallways, he let our homeroom class do a dance at our school’s pep rally; and so we would look cool while we danced, he personally airbrushed t-shirts with our nicknames on it. (Ya’ll know airbrushed t-shirts were everything back in the day.) He dee-jayed all of our school dances, complete with a fog machine. He was very passionate, genuinely cared about us, his students, and I’m sure he imparted some wisdom I’ve since forgotten over the years. Good man. Great teacher.
But in this particular story, Mr. Litts let his ignorance hang out. The details are fuzzy right now but he was telling our homeroom about one of his pieces, a painting or something in which he had depicted an African American subject. As he was telling us about the painting he got to the hair. As he’s describing the texture of the hair he said, (I’m clearly paraphrasing as this was over a decade ago.) “You know, black hair is thin and short.”
He said it so quickly, the room, comprised of mostly black 8th graders, didn’t have a chance to challenge him. Mr. Litts was the type of teacher you could challenge but this was a lesson that was going to take far more time than our 30 minute homeroom would have allowed. Instead, we all just tore our faces up and looked around the room at each other, silently asking “Can you believe this dude?” I shook my head, thinking it really didn’t bother me. But since I’m talking about it over a decade later, it clearly did.
The rest of that day I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Litts’ words. I knew I had thick hair and a lot of black folks had/have thick hair. But I also had a perm the time. And though my hair was still thick, the perm made it look thinner and in some instances broken and unhealthy. I thought perhaps, in the midwest, before folks started wearing their hair natural…again, that was the type of black hair Mr. Litts was familiar with. But then I thought, naw! Just as there were times when my hair was thinning, there were also times when it was thick and luscious, majority of the time actually. Even if Mr. Litts hadn’t paid attention, he’d surely seen blacks in the ’70′s when the afro was in. And if not that, he had to have at least glanced at Oprah on the tv everyday, for all those years. Back then, I really didn’t know, could not figure out how he could say that.
Today, I can see Mr. Litts was just underexposed to black folk, even though he spoke to, taught and is still teaching predominately black students everyday. I grew up in Indianapolis, Indiana. I know there are plenty of black folk there but that’s because I’m black and I hang around black people. Sometimes it catches me off guard but every once in a while, there will be these glaring reminders that a lot of white folk are largely clueless about our lives. That can be good, bad, annoying etc, but it just is what it is.
But anyway, I bring all of this up to ask you has a white person ever told you, you can’t grow black hair? If this has ever happened to you, did you take the opportunity to educate them or did you just shake your head and walk away?
Have you ever seen those Snickers commercials that talk about how people aren’t themselves when they’re hungry? I’m pretty sure I witnessed that reality in the flesh while working an event last month — either that’s the explanation for what transpired on that fateful Saturday afternoon or the woman I’m about to tell you about was just nasty as hell.
While working a red carpet as press for a charity event, I brought a friend along to help me record videos on my tablet and snap pics (bootleg style). After the interviews were done, press was ushered to a pool house for dinner which consisted of the typical catered fixings — chicken, pasta, and salad. My friend, coworker, and I sat and ate as the other festivities went on, and in the midst of heading to the bar, I ran into another press woman I had briefly chatted up earlier. She asked if I knew where the food was and I directed her to the pool house while I went to grab a drink. When I returned, I caught the woman in the midst of a conversation with my friend. Coming in on the tale end, all I heard was my friend saying, “we all have germs” and the press woman responding “I trust you.” It was at this point that the woman took my friend’s fork from her paper plate covered in chicken bones, napkins, and remnants of saliva, wiped it on a clean napkin, and began to eat the food off her own plate of, explaining “there are no more forks.”
I was hoping I was delirious or perhaps the sip of vodka I swigged down had me seeing things, but as I looked to my friend perplexed and inquired, “did she just –” she hit me with a stern-faced “yes” and explained how the woman had come over to her and asked if she could use her fork, ignorantly inquiring “you don’t have germs do you?” My friend’s “we all have germs” comment suddenly made sense, although the fact that this stranger wasn’t worried about them did not.
I proceeded to tell my friends that if I was in that situation I would a) stab the hell out of that salad and pasta with the plastic knives that were left; b) go hungry; or c) choose the most obvious and sanitary option — eat with my damn hands – before ever even considering using a complete stranger’s nearly discarded fork to consume a meal. They, of course, agreed. And then we all sat looking at the pool house in our backdrop wondering what level of hungry could have consumed that woman’s belly to allow her brain to think eating off of someone else’s fork was a viable — not to mention healthy- option. We also wondered why she didn’t at least wash the fork with some of the dish soap that was no doubt in the pool house kitchen or rummage through those drawers and find a real fork that had not already been used. The conclusion we came to? She was just nasty as hell.
What would you do if a stranger asked to have your used fork to eat a meal?
About a month or so ago, one of my coworkers, who we’ll call Marissa for the sake of this article, came in talking about Oprah’s recent interview with India.Arie for “Next Chapter.” Her general perception of India was that she was a bit obsessed with finding a man. I didn’t know why she was surprised, it was very clear to me that India’s “Ready For Love” was not a joke. Then there was “This Too Shall Pass,” with lyrics like:
I achieved so much in life
But I’m an amateur in love
My bank account is doing just fine
But my emotions are bankrupt
My body is nice and strong
But my heart is in a million pieces
When the sun is shining so am I
But when the night falls so does my tears
the desires of India’s heart are not some type of mystery. She wants love ya’ll and she’s not afraid to admit it. But Marissa somehow felt her want for a man was a bit consuming. During their interview, Oprah asked India if she could ask God one question, what would it be, she said “Where is my soul mate?” Knowing India’s music like I do, her response didn’t surprise me and I didn’t see the issue. I asked Marissa, “Well, what’s wrong with that?”
She said India’s question just seemed very selfish. Her thinking was that if you had an opportunity, to talk to God, the creator of the universe, you should ask him something that would provide the world with some type of insight, not something that would give your personal journey more context.
I could see what she was saying but then I also thought, if I’d had a personal conversation with God and he answered one of my questions, when I go to share that answer with the rest of the world, chances are they wouldn’t believe it. If you believe in or have studied any type of religious texts, you know the people God is in close communication with are the people who are, hands down, the most doubted and in many cases even persecuted. It’s happened and continues to happen today. So, naw I’m not mad at India for taking the hypothetical opportunity to “go for hers.”
Now that I knew what type of question I’d ask, I started to think about what it would be. What would I ask God. I’ve thought about my question since that conversation, which as I said was over a month ago, and I still haven’t been able to come up with anything. I have to admit initially I was getting frustrated with myself. Why couldn’t I come up with a question?! But it wasn’t long before it came to me. I talk to God everyday and even ask him questions. (People tell you, you’re not supposed to question God but you can ask him questions) and a lot of times, if you wait for a little bit, or are quiet and still enough you’ll get the answer.
So with that in mind, since we have the opportunity to talk to God and ask him questions, what would you ask? And furthermore, have you ever asked God something and got a very distinct, clear answer in response?
Is it just me or is there a new breed of men walking around out here who’ve adopted women’s aversion to telling their age? We’ve all heard the sayings, “A lady never tells her age,” and “you never ask a woman her real age,” but it seems to me these sayings need to be updated, and lady and woman replaced with “nobody” because recently I’ve encountered just as many men as women who will not be honest about how old they are and I just don’t get it.
You know how when someone wishes you happy birthday and gets excited because you share the same astrological sign and are obviously in the same age group, your natural inclination is to ask how old they are? I made that “mistake,” apparently, when my birthday came around this spring and one of my fellow Taurus’s shouted me out and talked about having a dual celebration. I, innocently, asked how old he was turning, thinking we might even be sharing the same birth year, and that’s when instead of turning up, the energy turned down and he just shook his head and smiled.
Not knowing what that meant off hand, I asked one more time and was told, “I don’t tell my age.” Confused, I walked away thinking, perhaps you should stay away from all discussions about birth then. But when I had a similar experience at Happy Hour a few weeks later, I began questioning if a full-blown age complex epidemic was occurring among men. This time, I hadn’t even inquired about the guy’s age (because I already knew it), but he proceeded to tell me he doesn’t tell it — seemingly ever. When I said I already knew it, he questioned whether the age he previously gave me was even his real age, and at that point the idea of a guy — in his early 30s by the way — lying on his birth certificate was just too deep for me to psychoanalyze. Still, he went on to explain his reasoning that he tends to date older women and doesn’t like when women automatically discount a younger man solely on the basis of his age and the pre-conceived notions that come along with that. And though I got it, being younger than him and not trying to get on, I didn’t understand why the birth year was still a mystery for me.
In asking around the office and my female friends, it’s been confirmed that I am far from the only woman who has encountered men who refuse to admit their age. Actually, admit isn’t the best word to use, because unlike these men, I see nothing incriminating about telling people my age, yet it would seem the XY gender thinks quite the opposite. For some women, the refusal to tell doesn’t seem to be a big deal as, to them, age is just one of the miscellaneous facts we can know about a person, like their hair or eye color. But as other ladies pointed out, if you lie by omission when it comes to something as partially negligible as your age, what else are you hiding?
It’s true, we all make assumptions about people and where we think they ought to be based on knowing how old they are, but do we not have that right? I would imagine if a woman was superficial enough, as some might say, to dismiss a man only because he’s so many years younger or older than her then it wasn’t a good match anyway. And while I fully acknowledge the double standard that allows women to withhold their age for fear of discrimination, but judges men who do the same, this age-denial trend among the opposite sex just reeks of this new millennial man who’s also falling behind in school, getting passed up by women in the workplace, and perhaps sitting in a nail salon getting pedicures on the weekend. I know that’s harsh, but we’ve all been told/experienced the phenom that men just aren’t men anymore. And when it comes to the idea of faking or ignoring one’s age, I’d just like to say, man up!
Have you noticed men seem to have age complexes these days and refuse to tell how old they are? What do you think about the trend? Does it bother you or do you not care about men’s ages anyway?
So, we’re sitting here watching the new Fox talk show, “The Real,” and co-host Tamar Braxton asks the question: would you give your man a pregnancy pass?
Yeah, we never heard of that either. Essentially, as Tamar explained to her co-hosts Jeannie Mai, Tamera Mowry, Loni Love, and Adrienne Bailon, a pregnancy pass is when a woman who is expecting allows her husband — and father of the child she’s carrying — sleep with other women because she’s not up to having sex.
It should come as no surprise that when this question was asked, the resounding answer — on set and in our office — was “hell no.” For starters, I haven’t met or heard a pregnant woman yet say that she didn’t have sex while she was carrying a baby. Things may have gotten tricky toward the end and her and her partner may have had to try some new positions to get it done, but sex was absolutely happening — and often. Second, I — and a lot of other women — will likely be damned if, while they are carrying a man’s child, that same man has the nerve to step out and sleep with someone else. Ebonically speaking, where dey do dat at? Or, to paraphrase my coworker, “I wish a man would. If he don’t get off that couch and get me some fries while I’m carrying his seed!”
Nevertheless, the idea of a pregnancy pass didn’t appear out of thin air, which means some pregnant woman, somewhere is letting her man dip out on her sometime between trimester one and trimester three. The question is who are these women. And more interestingly, would you do it?