Raising a multi-racial daughter

Well it's been a while since I have written a post. Not like anybody cares though. It's been a very long but successful semester. I am trying to enjoy this last week of freedom before my life becomes increasingly more complex. I'll have more students to teach next semester, many more than I had in the fall. I will also be moving full steam ahead in the data analysis and writing of my dissertation. But the greatest addition to my life complexity will be the arrival of my first child, my future daughter Brooklyn. She is due to arrive in March (right in the middle of my dissertation writing) and I'm getting increasingly excited but also very nervous.

I had recently been reflecting on the narrative of one of the subjects I am working with who talked about life as a bi-racial child. He seemed very uncomfortable and at many times out of place. He felt that he was not perceived to be Black enough for his Black friends, not Mexican enough for his Mexican friends, and perceived as the "other" by his white friends. He felt he was existing in between racial worlds. At times he felt that he overcompensated for this by adopting behaviors, style, and attitudes that he felt would make him "Black" enough with his Black friends (he admitted that he felt he had a better chance being accepted by Blacks than my other racial groups).

Of course I had to think about why my own daughter may experience being the product of Black/White/Mexican parents. How will people perceive her? How will they interact with her? How will she identify herself. Both my wife and I realize that the 1/8th drop of blood rule is still socially applied in American society so she will most likely be perceived by others as Black. But even with this socially applied racial category, what benefits and privileges will she experience? What will she experience differently than her mother and I?

Historically, and even contemporarily, light-skinned Black people have held certain privileges over their darker-skinned counterparts. They are viewed in higher esteem, more intelligent, and closer in proximity to white superiority. Many of our most popular Black actresses and models are fairer skinned and anybody who has ever seen a Hip-Hop music video knows that the light skinned girl is usually the center of attraction. Underground Hip-Hop artist, Dom Kennedy, even spits in his song "Bite Me, "I'm just trying to party with the light skinned hoes".

Black fraternities on college campuses have also historically been segregated based on phenotype. Author Lawrence Otis Graham in his book "Our Kind of People" writes that the first Black sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha only accepted those Blacks who were of the fairer tone. In fact, it was called the paper bag test. If you were darker than a paper bag then you could not be accepted in the organization. Of course times have changed in terms of the stringency of this rule but talk to any Black student on a college campus and they can identify what kind of Black person would be in what kind of fraternity or sorority. The light skinned "pretty" girls with the "good hair" will be AKA's. The high achieving Black men will be in Alpha Phi Alpha. The dark-skinned athletic male will be in Omega Psi Phi.

So what does this mean for Brooklyn? How is her future impacted by pre-determined racial scripts? Will she inherit more privileges than disadvantages? Was our race mixing a good thing for her? What will she lose? What confusion will she experience? Will she be accepted or rejected? I clearly have no good answers otherwise I would not be posting this (and I would be a very rich man too). I could imagine it will be hard enough to raise a child in today's society. I'm sure it will be hard to raise a girl while trying my very best to help her avoid the powerful influence of gender socialization (I will probably never buy her anything pink and she will be at Oakland Raiders games with me). But now on top of these already daunting tasks, I must find ways to progressively racially socialize her and prepare her for what she may or may not experience. This will be the task. In 30 years I'll let you know how I did.

Being the Black Guy

So it seems that in my moves from state to state I have found myself in decreasingly diverse communities. When I left California to move to Arizona I was surprised how little of a Black community there was. The Black population in Phoenix was 4% but you could definitely find a great share of Black owned businesses, barbershops, plenty of Black churches, etc. When we moved from Arizona to Greeley, I was beyond shocked, in fact even depressed at the .87% Black population in town. As noted in an earlier blog, I can't even find a person to cut my hair within a 2 hour drive (I have since made the long trip to Denver to haircut and even set a hair appointment back in Sacramento when I visit).

So since I've been here, and particularly since I am teaching at the university, I find myself, moreso than ever before, becoming "the Black guy" where I am now the official spokesperson for all things Black and all things intellectually Black. I have already received various invites to speak at engagements and I find myself in an interesting predicament. On one hand, I realize that I AM a Black scholar and this is what I do. I study Black people. So I guess it is not outrageous that I get asked to speak on various topics. But I can't help to wonder if I'm being asked because of my expertise or simply because I'm the only option in town. The latter would then make me wonder if I lived in a more diverse city, with other Black scholars, would I still be called upon to speak on such issues, or would someone else be more qualified? I guess in my particular situation, I will never know until the university or community attracts more Black scholars. And so, until then, I will just proudly assume my post as the "Black Guy"

Modern Day White Privilege

I got this on an email from my faculty advisor. Thought it was worth posting:


For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help. White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don't all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you're "untested."

White privilege is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added until the 1950s--while believing thatreading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.

White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you. White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was "Alaska first," and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's being disrespectful.

White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you're somehow being mean, or even sexist.

White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a "second look."

White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.

White privilege is being able to attend c hurches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good churchgoing Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.

White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a "trick question," while being bl ack and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.

White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a "light" burden.

And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren't sure about that whole "change" thing. Ya know, it's just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain.

White privilege is, in short, the problem.

First Week on the Job

This week was my first week teaching at the new university. Surprisingly I slept incredibly well the nights before. I guess when you've been teaching the subject for so long you get over your nerves. Still, the first days of school are always an anxious time for teachers. We create our syllabus, build or update our curriculum, etc. With being a new teacher, you must also figure out departmental politics and bureaucracy. Nevertheless, my first week as a prof at the university was successful. I have a good group of students and it should make for a great contrasting experience with my time at ASU.

The best part about being on the faculty staff is that you actually get respected. People don't really respect TA's. TA's don't even respect TA's. But when you become faculty, all of a sudden everybody respects you. And when you ask for things to get done, they actually get done. I feel bad asking for things because my mindset is still that of a TA's. You ask for things but you really don't expect to get them. But when you're a faculty member, you ask for things, and they magically show up in your office!

I will say this, being on faculty staff with other Ph.D's, while working on yours is truly motivating. It's easy to be complacent when you're a graduate student hanging around other graduate students. But when your direct peers are Dr's, it brings out the competitive juices in you and makes you want to become the best Ph.D. you can be. This move was good for me, as I have been writing like crazy now and am extremely excited about conducting my research this year. Plus, it's nice to finally get a paycheck that's bigger than the McDonald's hamburger flipper's check. Finally...respect...kind of.

A Bad Haircut

So one of my biggest concerns to moving to Greeley was finding a barber who could cut my hairl I hate trying to explain this to non-Black people because everyone swears that there is not much to cutting our hair. When I say I'm looking for a barber people say, "why don't you use my guy? He fades me up." They never realize how my hair texture is different than theirs. And no, not everyone can cut Black hair.


So, I took a recommendation from someone who said the people at a beauty shop called "Cheeks" could cut my hair. I was a little hesitant but I figured, "hey if it's known that they can cut Black hair then cool." I drove to Fort Collins, which is about 30 minutes away and sat in the chair of a woman named Sonia. Sonia then began by trying to prep my hair with a comb. I knew right then I was in for a bad haircut. She clearly was not moving my hair anywhere with that comb and obviously needed a brush. I thought about stopping her, going to my truck and getting my spare brush out of the glove compartment. I let it go.

She then began to clumsily cut off my hair (only after trying to cut using a 2 guard...my hair is not that long) proving that the clippers were uncomfortable in her hand. Once she got everything "even" she then began to work on edging me up. I should have stopped her before she got to the front and just lined myself up but I guess I was curious to see what kind of job she could do. The result...she kept messing up and eventually pushed my hairline so far back I actually aged by 5 years. My natural hairline is pretty normal and straight but she somehow managed to give me a receding hairline...and it wasn't even a straight receding hairline!


I never realized how a haircut can alter your mood. A good cut and you feel great about yourself. You feel confident and you get a little pep in your step. A bad haircut and you feel like crap. You're embarassed to go out in public and your confidence drops. It's kind of like the difference between wearing an Armani suit and some beat up overalls. You just feel better when you know you look better. So I left with my tails between my legs and my ego bruised. I start work next week so I don't feel like I'll be starting at my best. What's worse is that I still don't have a barber out here that can cut my hair and now I'm back to scratch. I might just have to blow out my hair like Huey.

Intellectual Snobbery

I have to admit that one of my biggest fears as I progress through my doctoral program and enter into academia is falling into intellectual snobbery. How can I remain an intellect without the baggage of elitism, of viewing my obtained knowledge as somehow better or more useful than another less educated person's knowledge? I caught myself using a $100 word in an ordinary conversation the other day and it kind of shocked me. I won't give the word that I said but it may have started with "neo". 

My fear stems from the risk of being alienated from those who do not share the same academic pedigree or even lexicon as me. This would include most of the people I associate myself with outside of school. I'm paralyzed by the idea of going back home, being with family and old friends and feeling like all of our conversations are being lost in translation. 

But besides just the issue of language, the ideology and lifestyle of academia is one that I realize I take part in but always to some degree of discomfort. The happy hours at wine bars, sampling expensive cheeses that all pretty much taste the same to me.  The exchanging of stories, recalling month long trips to other countries, experiencing "culture" (I usually don't have these stories to share). Most of these experiences, and a plethora of others, are also symptomatic of (upper) middle-class performances and expectations. "Going green", eating organic, buying hybrid cars are all wonderful movements and are necessary in order for our world to continue to exist but to look down upon or condemn others for their (economic) inability to do these things is middle-class snobbery. Furthermore, because a person is not versed in philosophy, history, and other liberal sciences does not mean that they are not in some way enlightened. In fact, in many cases some people have much more pressing things to think about (putting food on the table for the night) than the philosophic meaning of life or a labor market explanation of social class formation and stratification.

I've always been blessed to have a pretty diverse group of friends around me. Some that are academic and most who are not. I guess I depend on each group of friends to help me find balance. But more importantly, the onus falls on me to find and maintain the balance in myself.  

The Illusion of Success

Not only is this picture funny but I actually think it's pretty representative of the minds of many of us. We've become such a consumerist society that we often quantify the value of our existence by what we consume. We suffer from commodity fetishism where our sense of self and worth is tied up in what we materially possess. So as silly as this image seems, it actually illuminates how our modern notion of success and personal worth is simply an illusion, seen when we peer through a cloak of consumerism. We think we have made it but in all reality we have very little.

"When a society wishes to commit suicide, consumerism works quite well"

Academic Depression

It's 12am and I've been writing since 10am this morning. I've been spending the last couple of weeks attempting to write for at least 4-5 hours a day including weekends. I've been working on my content chapter which is focusing on reviewing the literature on gender, masculinity, Black masculinity, Black male schooling, Black middle-class male schooling (there is none) and defining class. The last concept has been the toughest so far. I've been asking people through casual conversations how they define class (social class that is). It's amazing how across the board people are in their definitions. They talk about class in terms of style, manners and of culture. "Oh, he has class because he drives a..." or "Class is just where you rank in social status." To be honest, you'd be hard pressed to find any singular definition, at least in terms of general discourse. I decided to define class structure, and particularly the middle-class, in terms of their relation, within the labor market, to the means of production. I realize that this is very Marxist/Weberian but all things considered, this seemed to be the best option. I'm still second guessing a bit, worried about the role of race in class determination.

But anyway, to address the title of this blog, "Academic Depression", as I continue to read and digest the literature on the plight of Black men and Black male education, and as a Black male myself, I can't help but to see myself in the literature. As I read the different ethnographic accounts of Black boys' experiences in schools I am always able to reflect on my own experiences, pointing out teachers and events that could have, or possibly did, negatively impact my educational opportunities. The social statistics on Black males is dismal reporting on increased incarceration, early death, unemployment, etc. The educational statistics are just as daunting and pretty much reflect the larger state of the Black male problem. Underachievement in school, high drop-out, overrepresentation in special education programs, low college enrollment are just a few. I begin to reflect on how for every 1 of me, there were probably 5-10 other bruhs at my school that didn't have the same academic success and social opportunities that I have had. I read the statistics but what's worse is that I know the guys who comprise the numbers. They are the guys who my father, who was a parole agent, would tell me were coming through his office. They are the guys I played football and ran track with. 

I know consuming this literature is supposed to be empowering, and obviously what I am learning will inevitably be used to idealize new solutions to these problems, but it can be kind of depressing. I'm basically reading stories of men who could have easily been me if that substitute teacher had reported me for throwing the chair at her. That one event could have been the defining moment in a negative trajectory of my life. Instead of sitting in my "ivory tower" writing in academia, I could literally be sitting in a gray cell, writing letters to my family. It's depressing because essentially these stories are about me. 

The Color of God

Do you ever find it odd that Christian churches are some of the most segregated spaces in our country? With civil rights movements that have attempted to desegregate institutions such as schools, workplaces, public utilities and housing (failing miserably in desegregating housing) how is it that the Christian church has hardly changed?

You kind of have to admit our hypocrisy. We preach messages of love, of unity, of asking ourselves "What Would Jesus Do?" yet we can't seem to address our own sense of need for "separation." I wonder how much of this comfort in separatism undermines the larger social (and religious) goals of "loving our sister and brother". How can I love you and show my love and respect for you when I have no desire to sit next to you in church? I understand that many people separate their private and public lives, often advocating for social progressiveness in the former but embracing the status quo in latter. But how can we sit in a church every Sunday of our lives, "diligently" read from Bibles, preach messages glorifying God's "uncolored" love but then give ungodly attitude when somebody of a different race enters into our church?

There have been a few times that I've visited a different city and wondered into a nearby church on a Sunday only to find myself at the receiving end of a few hundred hateful stares, simply because my skin was darker. But the same goes for Black churches. I always felt guilty when a white local neighborhood family would enter into the church seeking spiritual nourishment (or maybe just nourishment) and all pews around me would begin to murmur about "there goes whitey". Sometimes people would even hesitate to go a greet the family. There was always that uncomfortable and awkward moment where the family either realized they walked into the "wrong" church. You could always count on one of the older mothers to break the awkward silence but those 2 seconds were always the window into the state of race in our society. Even the idea of God can't bring us together.

Hey, The Room is Getting Smaller. "No it's not. He's getting bigger!"

I'm finally at a point in my comprehensive exams/dissertation writing where I’m actually enjoying everything I’m reading. I mean I’m consuming articles and books at rates I didn’t even come close to reaching when I was taking classes. Of course, I’ve now focused my research topic so I'm reading material that will define who I am as a scholar. But I love it. Its like I can’t get enough. For those who care I'm reading the literature on identity, gender, masculinity, black masculinity, black boys in education, and the black middle class. Don’t get me wrong...there is a TON of literature out there but I want all of it. Its like I'm dying of intellectual thirst and I'm diving into a hydration pool of knowledge. I'm trying to fill the symbolic dead space in my head with cerebral noise. But it’s more than just information consumption that drives me, because information in itself is useless. It’s power lies in its ability to transform humans, to significantly alter how we see and move through the world. It’s power lies in our existentialist ability to transmute problems that affect our local, national, and global communities. But probably the greatest result of my love of knowledge, my philos sophia, is that it changes me. I can no longer be the same person that I was after consuming a text. Even in resisting the content of a text, I am changing, mutating into a person that is hopefully qualitatively better.

Sex and the City...A Threat to Masculinity?

Listening to NPR on Thursday, I caught a somewhat surprising discussion on the show Talk of the Nation. The particular segment of the show was focusing on how men can get out of watching the upcoming movie Sex and the City. For the next 10 - 15 minutes I sat flabbergasted at the conversation that took place that seemingly was a phallic but threatened display of heterosexual masculinity. From calling the characters in the show whores and spend-thrifts to inferring that any man that sees the movie as "weak" or needing to see a psychiatrist, this became a display of the discursive practices employed to maintain a hegemonic masculinity.

Unfortunately this wasn't the only conversation I had observed concerning this matter. Other stations, television shows, and personal discussions all revealed the same feelings from men towards the movie. What is it about this movie that seems to threaten men so much that collectively they have risen up to degrade the movie so badly? How has this movie become a threat to masculinity?

Is it the characters of the movie? Think about it, and move beyond some of the stereotypical views of the show (we all know that Samantha gets around and Carrie buys expensive shoes). The show is focused on and driven by four single-ish, extremely professional and successful women in their middle-ages. For the typical caveman this goes against the gender roles that most of us have been socialized into. Men are the breadwinners, the providers and women should find one of these breadwinners to marry them, take care of them, and provide them with children. And of course, this all has to be done before the woman is 30 right? So the women in Sex and the City defy and disrupt the gendered expectations we have for men and women. They are independent. They compete successfully in a masculine-capitalist society. They are socially aggressive and they are as sexually assertive as men.

But maybe it's something else. I mean, it's just a fictional show and the characters are simply manifestations of the author's desires, right? How about the idea that millions of women have been galvanized to see this movie? I think the idea of masses of women moving together collectively to support something makes some men nervous. If women can be organized in such a way for a movie, what else could they be organized for? What other causes can they be galvanized for? Maybe next time it won't be to support Carrie's wedding but to work to disrupt a patriarchal order? But maybe I'm making to much of this. It is just a movie right? And the characters in the movie still self-discipline to follow a gender script that eventually leads them to look for a man to sweep them off their feet (i.e. Mr. Big, Steve, Harry).

Either way, the movie has definitely brought much fear and insecurity to men across the country and it's interesting to watch men discipline themselves to remain true to some static notion of heterosexual masculinity. "I won't be watching no chick flick. I'm going to be barbecuing beef and pork all weekend" said one of the NPR callers. It's almost like I could see him beating his chest and wrestling a bear to prove his manhood. The movie itself has already become a blockbuster. When was the last time a female driven movie was deemed a blockbuster (especially since the concept of movie blockbusters are inherently masculine - think Independence Day, Transformers, Star Wars, I Am Legend...all male driven masculine movies)?

To be honest, if you really paid attention to the show you would probably recognize that these characters are not all that unfamiliar, as the complexity of their identities really just mirror the complexities of everyday life for women and men alike. But that's just my take.

ASU Parking Sucks!

ASU has increased their parking substantially over the past few years with plans to continue with increased pricing. Two years ago I bought a parking pass for $200. Expensive, I admit, but necessary because I was living pretty far away from campus. The next year they increased the price of my parking lot to $500. I paid again, though I found myself working extra jobs just to pay it off. When we moved less than a mile from  campus I thought to myself "I will never have to dealing with parking again" and I avoided paying the upped rate of $700 for my lot. 

But what ASU has also done is made sure that every possible parking option around campus turns a profit. So open lots or open street parking, which in the past has been free, has know been converted into metered parking. I'm thinking that the City of Tempe is in on this as well because other open streets and parking options away from campus have also been turned into metered spaces or turned into "no parking" zones.  So no matter where you park you will either have to pay or pay a fine for illegally parking. 

All this being said, there are a select few parking spaces that not many people know about. Yesterday, I had a heavy load of books to take to campus so I could not utilize my traditional form of transportation, which is a 1969 Schwinn Supersport bicycle I figured I would just drive and park in "secret" spots. Plus, I figured since it was summer this would be pretty easy to accomplish. Less students equals more available parking. I was wrong. Really wrong. Not only was my secret spots taken, they were actually overcrowded with people double and triple parking, seemingly willing to take the parking fine. 

So I drove around for half an hour. Parked in a 20 minute loading zone just so I could unload my books. Drove around some more looking for more permanent parking (since I did have to work), then finally found some shaded parking about a mile from campus...in front of my house...where I dropped my car off, grabbed my bike, and rode back to school. Sometimes I hate ASU.

The DE-evolution of the human body

Women and men were made to stand upright and to walk upright. Most of the things we naturally do in life (except for sleeping) involve us standing in an upright position. So then what happens when the majority of our society spends a significant portion of their day sitting hunched over a computer? Most of us doing so at a workspace that is not "ergonomically correct." It's hard to believe that this unnatural position is doing anything good to our backs, legs, neck, etc. I have been experiencing some awful neck pains myself the past few years as I spend quite a bit of time, with shoulders rounded and neck protruding forward, at a small laptop. As I massage the back of my neck I have to wonder, "Is this going to hurt for the rest of my life?" And what about our children? I didn't really spend time in front of a computer until I was 18 and in college, but our children will begin in this awful seating position before they even enter school. Then what about the next generation...and the next? If you're a Christian (like me) you're probably wondering if somehow we are tampering with God's creation. If you are a Darwinist you're probably wondering if we are actually de-evolving, returning to a pre homo erectus australopithecus afarensis. 

Either way, my back and neck hurts from writing this so I'm taking off.

Who controls who?

So a few years ago I began seeing these commercials advertising smartphone, blackberry's, etc. and their pitch was "now you can work from anywhere". I took that as "now you can work all the time". I know people love their "crackberry's" but it seems as all these devices do is make you work more. How many emails are sent from these phones at 10:00pm on a Saturday night or 2:00pm on a Sunday morning? What's worse is that we are only getting paid for 40 hours a week but  because of these things (and the instant gratification of sending a receiving messages wherever you are) we are probably working much more than that, but not getting paid for it. So in reality, the "work from anywhere" slogan should really be "work all the time for me and get paid less". How did this happen?

Long story short...I ended up getting one. I bought one mainly because of the calendar and contact feature as I frequently miss meeting (something I'm not too proud of) and I have  a ton of contacts. But I also get my Outlook emails on it. So now I'm constantly struggling to keep my work and private life separate. Sometimes an email will come in from a student on a weekend and I have to will myself not to act upon it because technically I'm not getting paid on weekends to do work. But then I have to ask why I have this urge to check it? I know it's work related and I know I'm not getting paid to respond to it...but why do I want to do it so bad? It's like crack. You know you shouldn't do it but you still do (by the way, I have not done crack. I'm just connecting it back to the crackberry euphemism). You have to admit, the Matrix movie is beginning to make more sense as we seem to become more and more intricately intertwined, dedicated, and almost a slave to our own electronic vices. 

So I will sit here at my computer (which I'm at for at least 6 hours a day) and try to find a way to make technology work for me, to bring me happiness and pleasure in leisure. And I'll try to keep from becoming too controlled by an electronic device that I spent $100 on. 

Going Green - Real or a Fad?

When Walmart goes green you have to question this whole "green" movement. Don't get me wrong, I think it is very important that we find ways as individual consumers as well as corporations to conserve the natural resources of our world. But I'm wondering if companies like Walmart are dedicated to this movement because this is a part of their social mission or is it because "green" is popular and they are using it as a ploy to gain more customers. What I mean is, is this "green" movement for real or just a fad? I sure hope it's real but I'm holding my breath, especially when Walmart the uber-exploitative company it is, decides to jump on the bandwagon. 

The First Post

This one is way too easy. I know it's a little late but who cares. This is my blog. I was sent this picture a few months ago and was appalled. But I'm not exactly sure who I should be disappointed in most. LeBron or Vogue? It's obvious to be upset Vogue for this picture for the obvious reason that it emulates King Kong-like images and signifies back to a day where Black men have been associated with animalistic like characteristics (i.e. the oversexualized, hypermasculine, hyperaggressive, buck that dominated media representations of Black men post Reconstruction). However, I feel as though a magazine company like Vogue would know this and thus consciously used this image to stir up publicity. Think to what has made major headlines lately (e.g. Don Imus, Michael Richards, Jenna 6, Golf magazine and the noose, etc.). I'm also dissapointed in Vogue because LeBron is the first Black man to grace the cover of the magazine, which is known to dress all their cover models in very fashionable attire. However, they dressed LeBron up in a pretty weak looking basketball outfit. It isn't even one I would purchase and rock somewhere outside of a gym. 

I'm also a little upset with LeBron for not being a little aware of what they were doing? Did he really think a picture of him flexing muscles, roaring at the camera while curling the dainty white female model in a flowing dress would be artistic? He didn't think for one second...hey, why do I have to be in basketball clothes and she gets to be dressed up? Why am I roaring at the camera...I'm not even hungry!

Either way, it's all kind of sad and it's one more image the reproduces the subconscious construction of Black masculine identity through racist representation, whether we admit it or not. I guess everything is for sale...even your soul.