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The View From Here will conclude on Friday, October 1, our third year anniversary. We would like to spend this month thanking all of our readers, followers, haters, visitors, family, friends, and fans for your continued support, encouragement, and comments over these past few years. Thanks y'all!
-The Five Spot

Friday, February 26, 2010

Mr. Good Bar

Hey y’all! So last week I provided this article by Lori Gottlieb. I wrote about one aspect of the article – being lonely. And promised to tackle her other point -what some may call “settling,” but what Gottlieb chooses to call, “choosing Mr. Good Enough.” Yes, as opposed to holding out and waiting for THE ONE!

While I didn’t go purchase the book, so I don’t have all the details – I understood right away what she was trying to say. Get that ‘perfect man, Mr. Right vision’ out of your head and come back to reality. And I knew all week exactly what I was going to say in this here post.

And then yesterday someone sent me this article about a Black woman, Karyn Langhorne Folan, who has married a white man, written a book titled, Don't Bring Home a White Boy: And Other Notions That Keep Black Women From Dating Out, and is now encouraging us Black women to expand our minds and date outside our race. Thanks, lady. Where would I be without you? Since there’s an abundance of available white men in the DC metro, with your great advice, I will be Mrs. Rum Punch in a year! Huzzah!


Look, I get it. People have ideas. That’s why I come here and share my thoughts once a week. It’s what keeps people tied to twitter. It’s why people pick up the pen or the laptop and write pages upon pages of what will someday become a book. And I’m not saying that these ideas have no merit or value. I’m just saying that at some point, don’t we have to be gosh darn individuals and figure things out for our own lives? Cause what worked for Michelle O, or Hillary Clinton even, or Alma Powell, or your sister, or your homegirl, or that chick who works on the fifth floor, or your momma, may not work for you. Or me.

And who am I? And what do I want? And what do I need? What can I handle? What do I desire? Ok, but what is realistic? And what is my ultimate goal? These are crucial questions that everyone must ask him/herself when looking for a mate. Or a house. Or a vacation. Or a car. Or a puppy. Or a stock broker. Or a new hairdresser. Or a job. Etcetera, etcetera. But let’s focus on a mate.

The elusive person you’re supposed to be with. Apparently this is where us women need the most help. Especially us Black women, with our high standards and our superficiality. This is when people shove books, news segments, 'Mama I Want a Huzband' musicals, and the Good Book in our faces and say that we need to – try the blue collar brotha, the white man, the Asian doctor who’ll also cook for you, the short guy, the chunky one, the widower, the old man, and so on.

Very rarely, does anyone just give it to you straight, unless you’re Dark and Stormy’s mama of course (ha this like D&S’s third shout out – she’s gonna be mad at me) and tell you very simply to find someone who’s good for you. And then leaves you standing there literally and figuratively to figure out what that means for you. Thus forcing you to figure out who you are and what you need.

Y'all it never ceases to amaze me that when I watch Wife Swap how many "crazy" couples are out in this world. There'll be a wife who is a practicing witch. Or one who runs the house like a drill Sargent. Or a wife who has decided to say f-convention and be an acrobatic/clown. Or who insists on living in a trailer because she's afraid of houses. Or a wife who demands breakfast in bed every morning and her feet kissed at night. And I'll be like that lady is insane! And yet there she is part of a two, having found someone who could live with alladat, who is seemingly getting their needs and desires met, who considers those to be "quirks" that make her special while the rest of the world may see them as crazy. These women found someone good for them. And them alone. Even though it often leaves me and I'm sure a majority of viewers baffled at how she did it. Lol.
Time in!

Because as a woman who’s pushing 30, with all these old church ladies tellin’ me I got time, on the flip side of that some of 'em seem to think picking my- emphasis on my- mate is like being blindfolded and playing a game of pin the tail on the donkey and it doesn't matter if I'm nowhere close to the tail, saying things like, "well such and such is nice...” Ok ma, and? But is he nice for me? Is he good for me? Will he be good to me? I’ve dated a variety of men – some were quite handsome, some short, some razzle dazzled me, some chubby, some professional, some not, some funny, some dull, some assholes, some kind - overall, on the surface, seemed to be decent guys.

But not good for me because – they lied, we didn’t share the same values, they weren’t supportive of my dreams and aspirations, they were looking for a Stepford wife, we didn’t speak the same love language, they lacked ambition, we had different views on family and rearing children, we lacked proper communication, and so on.

Ahhhh... But to get to the good - one must strip away all the bullshyt - both yours and your potential mate's. Re-evaluate. Prioritize. And then work to uncover the best. Ooo didn't that sound good and profound? Y'all be on the lookout for my new book - A Good, Better, Best You: Finding Someone to Mate Your Life With. Available on Amazon, disappearing bookstores everywhere, and at half price with your next Tyler Perry movie ticket.

That’s my time y’all! Happy Rum Punch Friday!

Thursday, February 25, 2010


Having a pre-concert drank before going to see Jay Z. And Trey Songz. Lord, Lord. See y'all next week!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

times up!

It first hit me last week, while reading the Washington Post. He was backkkkk.... Former Mayor, Councilman Marion S. Barry was fodder for urrrea news again. Oh, Barry. Stop the presses, I've had enough. Retire, resign, pick any r you want. This circus has to stop. Accountability is long overdue. You're giving me a headache as I write this post. And the fact that I read Colbert King's op-ed yesterday, so spot-on, prescient in it's delivery - reminded me again why Barry must go.

I'm tired of the "b*tch set me up!" It befuddles me why we have a hard time taking accountability. And I would think Barry - you would want to enjoy your twilight years away from the media spotlight. Go pop the popcorn, as the circus will ensue. Next act - DC City Council... and the clock continues to tick-tock...



Sunday, February 21, 2010

Moving On... maybe? again?

This weekend I pondered whether another opportunity to move on the horizon is right. It seems as if a few months ago, I was thinking about the same thing. Well it appears as if it back on the table and this time I am ready to entertain it again. Most people are somewhat confused as to why I would consider moving again but I believe timing is sometimes everything.

New York did not line up. There were significant aspects that I couldn't make sense of hence no move.

Boston, the new opportunity is showing promise. I have told very few people about this opportnity and yet I got a few God winks in that direction. First my boss mentions it, then my studio director reccomends I visit Boston for a workshop and now my boss is mentioning it again.
Maybe the New York offer was to get me thinking about moving. I was getting comfortable in this loft space. Parts of me feel like my life at this particular studio is coming to an end too. I have learned a lot but it maybe time for another mentor. Boston is the home of two artists I have been eyeing for a while. One of them friends of my current mentor and whose workshop I am considering attending.

At the end of the day though, I know that my goals haven't changed. I have a huge idea brewing for the ultimate debut solo show, so we shall see. Watching Alexander McQueen's shows reminded me to kick it up a notch!

Much luv until next week... peace :)

P.S. Fantasy dating update: Semi-colon is holding on strong in first place.