Last Day of the Decade

How did it happen? I spent my high school years in this decade... my college years too. I guess the 2000s was my decade of youth.

Tomorrow, we enter the teens and a new decade of scandal, celebrations, breakthroughs, enlightenment, and only God knows what else.

We came really far as a people this past 10 years. We have our very first black president. We lost the greatest musical talent of our generation. We voted in an incompetent president(twice). I graduated(twice). My generation entered the "real world". A pop princess lost her mind...and got it back. America went to war. We entered a recession. I started a blog.

It's been a whirlwind of memories. How will we define this next decade? I don't know, but I'm going in...no fear. I've got my beat up laptop, my purple pumps, my goals and aspirations. Grab your gear. Let's go.

Why Black Women Don't Get Married

Dang. It is not looking good for us! Only 42% of black women get married....that's double the amount of white women! It seems black men have so many decent on-point black women to choose from, the just keep a few around. Who's really trying to get married then? But being a "back pocket chick" is just not gonna work for me.

Black women have to start looking elsewhere for suitors. I don't mind dating outside of my race, but why are white men so afraid of asking out black women. I don''t know about Asians, but I'm not even going to attempt to crack that nut. Asian men have a lot of racial/color issues within their own societies that I think they would have to work out before they could even seriously consider dating a black women. I'm not saying it's not possible--Ive seen it happen. It's just pretty rare. This is definitely something I and a lot of my friends think about. It's a reality for so many women.

Such a tricky, unfortunate circumstance...

New Year, New Me

The new year starts tomorrow and I am rested and ready to get back to blogging. In a state of exasperation, I stopped blogging because I felt I wasn't really writing about anything I passionately cared about. Or better said, nothing that meant enough to me to write about it day after day.

I can write about my opinion of celebrities, but to be perfectly honest--they aren't that interesting. I could write about fashion--but I don't even have the money to support my own shopping habit, nor am I really that couture. I love talking about natural hair care, but it can get pretty old to write about it over and over.

So what to blog about? What in my life is so spectacularly interesting? What is worth coming back day after day to update whoever is out there reading?

With only a day left in 2009 and resolutions being made, I've gained a new appreciation for short-term goals. I need some non-negotiable goals for next year, 2010. Something I can hold myself accountable to--that other people can hold me accountable to. Weight loss? No, that was so last year. Baking? Who has the energy for all that?!

Something in my life has to change. Yes, change is inevitable, but I need to create and inspire my own change as well.

I'm tired of living a life I'm dissatisfied with. A life that I can only describe as dismal. Well, that might be a little melodramatic... my life isn't dismal, or I don't really think it is. But I do want my life to be dynamic and incredibly inspiring. I want to be making a difference and I've asked God to give me one pure and holy passion.

Currently, I have a job where I feel constantly exhausted from suppressing rage. A social life that I would describe more as me at home watching movies, drinking wine, and living vicariously through my crazyfabulous friends, than out partying, dating, or exploring the area. I know, I know, I'm 21, I should be out shaking my young booty and partying it up, but I've never been a big socialite and I'm broke s a joke.

But enough excuses. It's time to do something about this. About my situation and about my off-track life. It's time to grab hold and steer things in a Minah-approved direction.

So what am I up to? You ask. An experiment that I hope will leave me better for wear. In a Julie & Julia inspired move I want to make a short-term goal that will hopefully help me accomplish my New Year's Resolution.

I plan to apply for 2 jobs a day for 5 months beginning Jan 1st 2010. They say the average time it takes for a college graduate to get a job is 5 months. So although I graduated 6 months ago, I want to give myself 5 months to see what happens.

I don't know what will come of any of this. I hope a fulfilling job and some excitement. But I do know I want to accomplish something tangible and so begins a crazy journey, 2010--it's gotta be better than 2009. That leaves me 151 days to send out 302 job applications. And no, Craigslist jobs don't count.

By the way. My New Year's Resolution is to get a job with health benefits.
See you in 2010

How to Feel When Someone Else Gets Their Dream Job

I want to be happy for them, and most of me IS happy. They have achieved something that we all are striving for. They are on their way to accomplishing their goals and it is refreshing to know that you can still get a job in this sucktastic economy.

But there is a small small almost minuscule part that goes a little green with envy and develops a very bitter feeling towards that person, the world, and self-admittedly, my own pathetic situation. And even though that tiny part is invisible to the eye, I feel it just as much as the rest of me that is happy and proud of that accomplishment.