Life of Kellie

wow great week...

I accomplished so much this week:

1. Interviewed and got hired to teach upward bound.

2. Finished a crap load of work for jhu

3. SLEPT!! EFF YES!

4. I did grades…congratulate me.

5. My apartment is clean

6. I don’t know but my to-do list is a whole lot shorter.

damn the flu

So as much as I enjoy staying home and sitting on my ass…I feel awful. Plus, watching southpark on netflix gets lame after the first 5 hours. They say drinking lots of fluids and sleeping is the best thing for this condition so that is what I will do. Sorry for such a lame post, I am just trying to stay in the habit of posting. I promise my next blog won’t be a whiney, snot-nosed attempt at staying in touch.

xo

Who really wants to be straight anymore?

Lol… I mean hair…

So, i straightened my hair last night for the first time in ages.  It isn’t the easiest task. I have big, curly, crazy hair. I woke up this morning and looked at my straightened locks in the mirror. I thought to myself: “This SO isn’t me.” I quickly soaked my hair in the shower to revive my curls. My personality is big, curly, and crazy…why shouldn’t my hair match?

Why do other curly girls find the need to straighten? Why in particular are the people who are most prone to straightening people of ethnic decent? Many of my students beg me to straighten my hair and wonder why I won’t perm or weave my lovely locks. I have yet to explain to them that their obsession with “euro beauty” is really an inherited form of self hate. Hair is political, unfortunately. The majority ridiculed our big hips and big lips. They called our hair nappy and frazzled. They mocked our lovely tawny skin—and yet, most cosmetic surgeries augment plain, boring euro features so that they look…ethnic (uh, botox).

Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying straight hair isn’t beautiful. What I am saying is that no one should feel as though their natural features must be suppressed in order to be attractive. If your hair doesn’t grow out of your head that way, if your lips aren’t plump, if you are flat chested…LEAVE IT BE. Don’t try to change to look like some “standard.” Don’t let society ruin your real, authentic beauty. Who are they to tell you to add some dangerous chemical concoction to your hair so it is straight and not curly/kinky/wavy? Who are they to tell you to use heat and force to damage your hair into submission? Who are they to tell you that once your hair falls out from all this foolishness that you should glue someone else’s hair on???

STOP! All you are doing is admitting that there is some deficiency in your physical appearance and that is simply NOT true.

xoxo Kellie

A woman's right to choose her last name...

I have major issues with people who simply argue something because it is tradition. Segregation was a tradition. Lynching was a tradition. Just because people used to do something doesn’t mean they have to keep doing it. Puh-lease.

What is the deal with men who swear they are for equal rights and yet continue to enforce misogynist principals? Why does it matter if some women have no desire to change their last name upon getting married? It is no longer necessary for a woman to be “branded” by her husband. Legally, we are citizens. We can own land, we can hold jobs, we can even conduct business or simply cross the street on our own. Why oh why then, are some men so closed minded to the idea that women have a right to keep their maiden name. Sure, some women will continue to do it. I personally, don’t particularly care. I might decide to keep my maiden name if there are several awards and titles attached to it by the time I marry. A woman’s life shouldn’t be put on hold for a man—nor should her values. Why ditch all of her prestige and personal accomplishments just to satisfy some archaic tradition and a patriarchal society?

Who knows? What do you think, folks?

I'm finally back...

Instead of apologizing for the year that I have spent away, I am just going to dive right into this one.

My new loves this summer are:

1. Schick Quatro for women (the one with the four blades…wow!)

2. Flirty dresses in eclectic colors (especially teal… teal is hot)

3. Loreal Everpure conditioner in ‘Rosemary Mint” (mmmmm….smells great… and leaves my hair uber soft!)

4. My new apartment! I promise to post pics soon!

5. Lady Gaga… yes, she has been out for a while, but I cant stop listening to her music.

another thing black people like...

This is a continuation of a previous blog that was a response to the book “Things white people like”

Two words: chicken boxes. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this concept here is a brief description. Imagine the greasiest chicken wings you have ever seen—complete with a few feathers here and there (yum, right!?) Next, add a hearty helping of western fries or some other large intrusive fries. Smother the entire ordeal in salt, pepper, and ketchup. If you are feeling ambitious ask for a half-and-half to go with it. Voila!

Is it just me or is chicken in a box uneventful? 

Seriously. If I utter the words my students turn into crazed barbarians fiending for bird and ketchup—stat! You would think that people would at LEAST look for clean and trustworthy chicken. Of course not, they find the most shady, the least clean, and potentially least bird-containing chicken box available. That’s the ticket. 

ReyFrsh: wat yu bloggin bout

Kellie Hale: things black ppl like

Kellie Hale: todays topic is chicken boxes

ReyFrsh: i love them!

Kellie Hale: i know…

I’m not knocking the box. I am knocking the greasy asian (or black or…italian?) guy serving it up smothered in ketchup and dirt. Order up!

hacks...etc

Why is it that Baltimoreans are completely okay with getting in the car with strangers to get to their destinations? And there are plenty of strangers who pick them up! You’ll see them all lined up on city streets with their pointer fingers out… does this happen in other cities?