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The headline for this article is literally the question I asked one of the editors of our sister site, StyleBlazer.com, yesterday morning. When she had no answer for me and replied “It’s been this way since the beginning of time” when I suggested she investigate how a few yards of Lycra translates into a $100-plus price tag and write an article on it, I thought, hmmm maybe our financially savvy readers will have an explanation.
See, I’m new to this whole bathing suit thing. Well, the cute bathing suit thing. Up until my recent trip to Jamaica, it had been about seven years since I’d been on anybody’s beach or swam in somebody’s pool, and at my former size, a bathing suit was basically like a uniform for me. I wanted to go in the water, bathing suits are what you wear in the water, I bought a cheap one since I was going to cover it up with a t-shirt/tank top/ cover up of some sort anyway. Now that I’ve dropped some pounds and am anxiously awaiting a week-long birthday excursion to the Dominican Republic, I’m trying to dip my foot into the lake of swimsuit couture. Unfortunately, every time I come across something I like online, Sallie Mae and Bank of America tap me on the shoulder and whisper in my ear, This ain’t what you really want.
And it’s true. I want to look cute on the beach. What I do not want is to spend close to $100 trying to do so. Unfortunately, it appears I don’t have a choice. I conducted a rather non-scientific survey of the office asking everyone how much they spend on bathing suits and everyone pretty much agreed it’s nothing to pay $50 for beach separates — unless of course you’re like my petite coworker who can sneak pieces out of the children’s section. Y’all have seen me before. I can’t even get by with a swimsuit that doesn’t have an underwire in it.
But neither is dropping hundreds of dollars on something that’s going to be soaked in chlorine and salt water and lose the richness of its color out in the Dominican sun for merely a few hours out of the day. Which reminds me, something good has come out of this whole “Swimsuits are too damn high” rant I’m on: I owe some women out there an apology. I always assumed when I saw women walking around in grocery stores and restaurants in their bathing suits with nothing more than maybe (and that’s a big maybe) some low-riding booty shorts on on top, they were thirsty, attention-starved creatures just trying to show off their bodies. Now I realize these women have spent their hard-earned money on those string bikinis and see-through one-pieces and they will be damned if the only place they show off those expensive garments is in the water which they were created for! I feel you now sisters, I really do.
While I’m pretty sure I won’t be following in the footsteps of said ladies, after taking advantage of ASOS’ St. Patty’s Day sale and dropping a pretty penny on two bathing suits I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I spent too much money to cover up anything with a cover up in a few weeks. Consider that your warning fellow beach goers. Ima let it all hang out. And despite becoming a part of the expensive swimsuit machine I intended to rally against, I will not rest until I at least get an explanation as to why bathing suits cost so damn much (beyond the fact that they’re stretchy). Or some suggestions for sites that sell cheap ones. Who got the answers?
There’s something about wearing your man’s T-shirt that makes women feel good — so good Beyonce and them even wrote a song about it. Sometimes we’ll throw on the boo’s button down and prance around the kitchen in it because he thinks it’s sexy. Or we’ll borrow a T-shirt and basketball shorts to sleep in when we stay the night unexpectedly. We might even wear that shirt for a quick breakfast run the next morning. But what if the rolls were reversed and bae needed to borrow your clothes to wear — in public — would you let him?
I ask because newlywed Evan Ross just admitted to E! News that he and his wife Ashlee Simpson wear each other’s clothes and they do so pretty regularly. Evan spilled the beans on an androgynous clothing line the pair is working on and in the midst of the details he confessed, “The truth is—I know it sounds crazy—but we wear a lot of the same clothes.
“She wears a lot of my pants and certain things and we switch up outfits a lot so…Well, usually the jackets are the ones that I’m like, ‘No that’s mine,’ but we always wear all each other’s stuff. I wear her stuff too, so sometimes she’s in my full outfit that I wore the day before and I’m in her full outfit so it works out really nice.”
I imagine before you can even answer whether you’d let your man wear your clothes, you probably have to think about whether he actually could. A lanky 6’1,” it’s not a shocker Evan can fit Ashlee’s clothes and it’s genius these two plan to capitalize on their wardrobe swapping for a new clothing line. I’m just curious about a couple of things: 1) how many heterosexual men are trying to wear the same clothes as their girl? and 2) how many women want their men wearing the same clothes as them? (I actually have a third question about these two wearing each other’s clothes the day after the other person wore them but that’s another discussion altogether.) All I’m saying is when it comes to the hypothetical boo which I don’t yet have I feel like this about him borrowing my clothes: A T-shirt, sure you can have it. My sweat pants? Only if you have to. Start asking about my dresses and we’re gonna have to have a talk!
What do you think about Ashlee and Evan’s new clothing venture? Would you mind you and your man rocking the same clothes?
About a month ago, my closest male friend Dionne Warwicked me and told me rather bluntly that I’m going to be single for the rest of my life. This guy is no fortune teller but one simple item on my list of things desired in a man led him to predict a lifetime of solidarity: I’d like the man that I marry to have the same income as I do. How dare I right?
Now to be completely transparent, in the past I’ve been “involved” with characters who not only didn’t have a pot to piss in, they had to borrow one and likely a few dollars for transportation to return it. And while I have a great income for a single woman in New York City, Sallie Mae owns my behind until 2038 or something like that and I have two more years before a few small debts are completely wiped out. At that point, I won’t be balling out of control, but I will be at a place where savings and discretionary income aren’t an issue and (gasp!) I’d actually like the person I spend the rest of my life with to be in the same boat, rather than on a raft drifting out to sea trying to play catch up.
I really didn’t realize I was apparently asking for the moon and the stars to come together in perfect alignment when I shared a wish that, to me, was rather simple and reasonable — and honestly negotiable at the time. But the more I was forced to defend my soft requirement, first to the friend mentioned above and then to other friends (male and female) whose opinions I sought after our disagreement, I became that much more adamant about sticking to what I want. Firstly, I became rather annoyed with the undertone in my discussions that men are the only ones allowed to have an unwavering checklist of requirements. No one tells men who don’t want to date women with kids to be more open-minded or men who won’t date women on the thicker side to be less superficial. Why all of a sudden is it when I say, “hey, just a thought here, but I’d like someone to come to the table with the same thing I am financially” are my standards suddenly too high?
Perhaps the perception here is that I want someone to take care of me, which would miss the whole part where I said the same income not higher, but because people tend to read their own insecurities into things, allow me to explain. I’m not looking for a one-sided upgrade, I’m working toward financial freedom that would allow me to travel, have a decent savings, and provide for children should I have them and I need a partner who can share the load, not become one of the expenses. I was raised by a single mother, and though I always had everything I needed when I grew up, I certainly missed out on experiences that would have been beneficial to my adolescent development and was left a bit financially handicapped as a young woman, particularly when I graduated from school and Sallie and her goons came knocking. The bottom line is at 29 I’m not trying to go backward and I refuse to believe it’s outrageous to require something of someone else that I require of myself, regardless of the stats people have thrown my way about the median income in America and the statistical probability of someone I meet rising above that.
Of course when any woman raises this issue, the topic also gets convoluted with questions like “well what about the way he treats you?” Oh, I’m sorry is it impossible to meet someone making decent pay who also respects women and treats them well? Didn’t realize I was out here searching for a unicorn. Money and manners are two separate topics. If I can be a decent human being and bring home a decent pay, surely someone with different reproductive organs can do the same. There’s nothing mutually exclusive about either requirement. And yet this morning I came across an article by Terrell Jermaine Starr on The Root in which the single 34-year-old proclaims he hasn’t had a girlfriend since he was a freshman in college in 1998 and has gone as long as five years without sex, all of which he attributes to his income which he admits is on the lower end of the spectrum. Reading his essay immediately dredged up images of Michael Ealy’s character Dominic in “Think Like a Man” being taunted by the wretched Lauren Harris (Taraji P. Henson). Even though I’m a woman who could be considered to be of the latter mentioned’s ilk, I find it hard to believe Starr’s six-figure-earning female counterparts wouldn’t give the debt-free international traveler a chance. While Starr says he only wrote this piece as a definitive answer as to why he has trouble dating, what’s missing from his essay are his own list of requirements for a woman which I hypothesize might also have something to do with his relationship status.
Without knowing Starr personally, I don’t believe his income is the million-dollar answer to his single problem anymore than it is mine. An individual’s financial health is one of those things you typically don’t learn until you’re deeper into a relationship — unless a man is treating you to Mickey Ds on a regular and always disclosing his money woes. That said, I don’t rule out anyone in the dating pool strictly based on their finances. However, as the relationship progresses, I do think it’s important to discuss income and earning potential to see if you’re on the same page as far as financial goals and lifestyle preferences are concerned. Like anything else, there’s going to be compromise and for women like me, we may one day have to decide whether a certain quality of life is more important than a certain person in our life. If we decide the former is the case I don’t think that’s unreasonable. What do you say?
A series of signs have started appearing in the Crown Heights area of Brooklyn. The signs ask people to “show some respect” and to “dress modestly this is a Jewish community.”
For those who don’t know there’s a strong Orthodox Jewish population and presence in the Crown Heights area. But it’s not just a Jewish neighborhood. There’s also a very strong Caribbean population. And it’s New York City after all, so anyone is liable to walk through there.
When I first heard about the signs I thought about my trip to Egypt last year. Egypt is an conservative, mostly Islamic country. And women are expected to be covered. Or at least women from the area.
The rules are a bit more lax for women who aren’t from there; but still the men aren’t used to seeing legs, arms, cleavage etc. But yet there was one women who wore a spaghetti strapped tank top, booty shorts with a visible thong. It was a bit much to say the least and I found myself thinking this was grossly disrespectful. You know the culture and the religion, no one’s asking you to convert but these are very strong, long held beliefs. Certainly, one should respect that.
But something about the signs in Crown Heights elicited a totally different reaction from me.
One Rabbi in the neighborhood happened to agree with the signs and told Pix 11: “A woman should cover up, she doesn’t have to display what she’s got.”
A woman, who was wearing a short skirt and a halter top disagreed saying that the Orthodox community should show tolerance to other people as well and should be particularly understanding when the temperatures are high.
Another woman, Elisheva Schwartz, who is Orthodox, said she was offended by the signs. She recognizes that Crown Heights is not just a Jewish neighborhood. And she also said, “I think it is very important we don’t inflict our views on everyone.” She said it’s the diversity that makes Brooklyn what it is.
As someone who lived in Crown Heights for a summer, it’s interesting that there are signs calling for modesty when I’ve seen, on several occasions, Orthodox Jewish men standing outside on Eastern Parkway gawking at women in bikinis and carnival costumes whining up and down the street during Labor Day weekend.
I have to agree with Schwartz. America is not like Egypt. Our nation was built on religious freedom, the same religious freedoms that allow Orthodox Jews to live and work peaceably in Crown Heights. It is possible for people to have respect for the customs of others without adhering to them. And I don’t think it’s too much for the Orthodox community to do the same.
But that’s just me. What do you think about the signs? Should women cover up when they’re walking through neighborhoods with large conservative populations?
Let us know what you think?
As if there isn’t enough debate when it comes to Black hair — particularly natural versus permed hair — a new element has been added to the discussion: white women being heralded as #TeamNatural.
The issue arose late last week when a White hair and beauty blogger, Waterlily716, was featured on CurlyKikki last week proclaiming, “There’s something very freeing about accepting your natural hair.” Waterlily, real name Sarah, has apparently been “natural” all her life but only recently started wearing her hair out (as opposed to in buns and ponytails), which is why she started her vlog to teach other women like her how to manage their curls.
The key phrase there might be “like her,” as Sarah and her 3a and 3b curls which she prefers to style via a wash n’ go don’t exactly represent the ideal behind the natural hair movement that has been growing in numbers in recent years, which is to celebrate kinky, koily hair that is so often labeled as needing to be tamed and encourage healthy, chemical-free hair. Sarah may know a little something about the latter, but it’d be hard to believe she’s ever been directly or indirectly oppressed for her hair texture — a tale far too many Black women can tell — hence the uproar over here feature.
Six hundred comments and running are currently debating the necessity of a white woman being highlighted for her curls, which, for some, reignites the pink elephant in the natural hair room, which is the preferential bias toward even natural-haired women with longer hair and looser curls. As Ebony Senior Editor Jamilah Lemieux wrote:
I’ve been surprised and disappointed to see how much of the natural hair movement has centered on “curly” hair, when that isn’t hardly the most common hair type among our people. Until recently, due largely to the efforts of bloggers/vloggers like Jouelzy and the team at 4C Hair Chick, who have taken up the charge of highlighting kinkier hair textures, there has been too much visual representation of sisters who have what has been described as “multicultural hair.” No shade to biracial women or those of us who get asked “What are you mixed with?” because of their hair texture, but the natural hair movement is at its most powerful when it encourages sisters to celebrate all our biologically-determined hair textures, not just the ones seen in rap videos.
To be fair to Walton, her site is not about Black hair or Black power. The “About” page states “CurlyNikki.com was created to serve as an online ‘hair therapy session’ for those struggling to embrace their naturally curly hair.” Her mission is clear: affirming those who wish to embrace a certain hair texture. But I think it’s worth considering what sort of precedent could be set here if more bloggers embrace an inclusive approach to natural hair.
In other words, there are plenty of places for White women to be uplifted and validated so is it really necessary we push diversity and inclusiveness as if we’ve forgotten the natural hair movement and such platforms that celebrate it were created for Black women to have a safe space to discuss and triumph over deeply-rooted hair issues White women could possibly never understand?
Seeing the backlash, Sarah wrote a rather lengthy response addressing the criticisms of her post, noting:
I’m not denying my privilege. And I’m not trying to upstage other women’s struggles, or erase the connotations of the natural hair movement with African American women.It ‘s horrible that little girls are suspended from school because of their hairstyle; it’s awful to think that women are told their natural hair is not professional. The military shouldn’t have a place in telling women that styles like braids and locs are not permitted. These things all happened, but it doesn’t mean other women of other races don’t struggle because of their hair as well.
But I’ve been calling my hair natural for years. Lots of girls of different races who have looser textures struggle with accepting their natural hair as well. My story is not a story of a large struggle, and I tried not to paint it that way, but I have subscribers who come to me after they’ve relaxed or straightened their hair for years! It’s just as life-changing and uplifting when those girls learn to embrace their natural hair… To me natural hair is about hair, not race or texture. I understand that natural hair is often associated with black women, but other women have a claim to the term as well. The term is not specific to any race.
While Sarah is right about the term and there are no doubt plenty of women who benefit from her advice, the fact that her story is not a story of a larger struggle implies her story isn’t our story. In the same way Black feminists had to break off from the larger feminist movement because their struggles weren’t quite like ours, the term natural hair may belong to everyone, but there’s a bigger cause behind #TeamNatural and the Black women who rep it.
What do you say? Can White women be #TeamNatural?
I’m sorry but grown women are not supposed to fight. That’s what the little cousins and nieces are for.
I say that in (sort of) jest but I do have to raise eyebrows when I read stories about women of a certain age, still bringing the ruckus in dank nightclubs. And of course, I’m alluding to TMZ’s story about 42-year old Chrissy Lampkin being arrested yesterday morning for aggravated assault and disorderly conduct after allegedly beating another woman down in a New Jersey bar. According to TMZ, the alleged beat down came after Lampkin got pissed that the alleged victim accidentally bumped into someone – after taking an unauthorized seat on the same lounge sofa they happened to be seated at.
I’m sure (hoping) that there is more to this story. However judging solely based on how Lampkin used to jump off on women, with virtually little provocation, during the first couple of seasons of “Love & Hip Hop: NY,” it is not hard to believe that she probably went a little HAM on the alleged poor girl. And if the reports are true, I have to say that this is a pretty sad situation for Lampkin as well. I don’t know about the rest of you grown women but fist-fighting seems kind of silly, just like a grown woman wearing ponytails and bangs – in the front and in the back.
Personally my need to aggressively compete, or what I swore at the time was my right to self-defense, wore off in my late twenties. The last time I remember it well: My very best friend and I were in the bathroom of well known Philly lounge, when these strange women approached us and asked my best friend if she knew a dude named Darnell? Of course she didn’t and that’s what we told the girl before walking back into the main lounge area. Ten minutes later, our new friends from the bathroom reappeared. This time, they sat on the other end of the couch and stared us down accusingly. We did our best to ignore them, although it was obvious they had no intention of being ignored. The ring leader started in again, “Are you sure don’t know Darnell?” It was a question but it was clear by her tone the answer was irrelevant. Needless to say, we were past the point of annoyance. Our egos were telling us to bait this girl on. After all, she and her corny goon-squad came over here looking for trouble. And ain’t no way, we are going to let them, get the best of us. But what exactly would we feel the need to prove? My best friend and I shared a similar glance. It was one of totally weariness and boredom. We were on the same page. And without even saying a word, my best friend and I got up, left that club and found a less contentious and friendlier place to party.
It might seem punk-ish to some but nowadays, I do my best to avoid fighting. Trust me, it is not out of fear of taking a loss. More so, it is really out of concern of the consequences. Like loss of employment. Or a messed up face and other permanent scaring. Or medical bills, or even being legally responsible for someone else’s medical bills. Or even prison. In short, fighting is for young girls and boys, who don’t have to pay fully for their lifestyles. That is not to say that I haven’t cursed out a deserving person or two – or several. And even through my thirties, I have even been tested to the point where I have threatened to put them paws on ’em. However it never went any farther than that because I just wasn’t going to let someone have control over my emotions like that. And there is just as much power, and winning for that matter, in walking away as there is diving head first into an unnecessary “fight” that does more to harm you than it does to move you forward in life.
Plus, I really do believe that with age and experience comes wisdom. The wisdom to not only get better at picking your battles but also the skill of defense without having to Hulk-smash everything in sight. A nice eye roll and a shady comment for starters. Heck, walk away while theatrically, and publicly, declaring your obliviousness to why you mad. Trust, that bit of humiliation cuts way deeper than a punch ever could. Short of acting out on some of hormonal imbalance, food allegory, diabetic reaction or truly the act of self defense, the act of fighting in the club is just a matter of maturity – or lack thereof.
This Saturday I received a text from a friend of mine that read: “As my friend and bridesmaid, can you please not get pregnant before September? Thanks.” Before I even got to ask what prompted that message, my girlfriend went on to inform me that half of the women in her upcoming wedding are now expecting — “literally half.”
Immediately I felt bad for my girl — and simultaneously perplexed about what’s in the water back home. This was the third time within no more than three months that she was telling me another friend or relative she chose for her bridal party was unexpectedly expecting. And though these things sometimes happen — although something should be said for family planning here — three women is a lot, especially considering how long this wedding has been in the works.
My friend got engaged in July of 2012 and her wedding isn’t until September of 2014, which means these ladies essentially had a full two years to take care of this business. Now, suddenly one bridesmaid is due in March, the matron of honor in June, and the maid of honor in July. And though those due dates are all a few months before the actual ceremony that’s also crunch time for the big day which means the help the bride-to-be would have had from these very important people will now be shifted to tending for their little ones, and understandably so.
But that obligation to motherhood doesn’t feel any less frustrating for a blushing bride who has been dreaming of a time that would be all about her and this important step in her life and who now has to be sympathetic to the needs and concerns of new mothers in her circle as she prepares to jump the broom. Those were the concerns my friend laid out to me as dreams of partying it up in Vegas with her girls for a bachelorette party went flushing down the drain and she asked me: “am i being selfish?”
Without hesitation I told her no and said I sympathize with how she feels. Her upcoming nuptials are a very important time in her life and, unfortunately, now three of her closest friends will also be experiencing one of the most important milestones of their lives at the same time and it does take away from attention and assistance that was expected to all be directed toward her. Of course you can’t be mad your friends didn’t adjust their ovulation schedules around you or that they won’t have as much money to spend on celebrating your big day now because they have to spend it on their child, but to sum up the bad timing in a phrase, it sucks.
I, personally, keep having visions of Tia and Tamera on the first season of their reality show when an engaged Tamera basically had to cater to a pregnant Tia’s needs before her wedding day instead of things being the other way around, as initially expected. Tia seemed to have this attitude that her pregnancy was more important than Tamera’s wedding, and though I don’t want to get into an argument on the difference between bringing a life into this world and getting married, I think we can all agree that these are two of the greatest milestones in most women’s lives and you want to be able to celebrate each unapologetically with those closest to you.
Since all of these pregnancies are in their early stages, only time will tell how these situations will play out and what sacrifices will be made on whose end, but I’m planning to step up my bridesmaid duties from afar to help shoulder the burden for everyone and, at the very least, due my part to not be pregnant by next September.
What do you say on this topic? Is it selfish to be a little upset your bridesmaids are pregnant or is the frustration understandable?
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?