Funny Lady

Tracee proudly displays her Obama boobie

Have I ever mentioned how much I like to laugh? Maybe. But have I ever mentioned how much I love funny women? Do you know how hard it is for women to be funny in public on purpose? I really admire women who are unafraid to look silly or goofy or awkward and who do so on purpose to lighten the mood or make a point all while making people howl in gut busting laughter.

I for one am always aware at how I reign my clown in around my female friends. It's like a reflex. Women must not make funny faces, burp, making unpleasant noises, do impressions or unattractive contortions, especially not on purpose! Not that I was raised that way. My dad was the guy who I could be my funniest around. He was always doing hilarious things in public, telling funny stories in  or creating funny situations. In fact he was the parent who was able to get on our level when my brother and I when were kids and sort of relate to our juvenile sensibilities. I would goof around when he took pictures of me all the time. In fact there are a few shots he took of me in my crib laughing uncontrollably. He said he walked up to my crib one day and I was just laughing and laughing. He doesn't know why. I certainly don't remember but like I said, I love to laugh. Tickling was my favorite thing for a while when I was around seven or eight.

When I first met my husband and we used to stay up late at night on the phone together we would intermittently have lengthy burping contests. It cracked us up. I would say it was an age thing and that we were young and silly but I was in my late 20s when we met to there goes that defense. LOL! I just have a naturally silly and sometimes hysterical nature about me which I tend to hold back around women because you know they kinda give you that look like "Oh my gah. What is wrong with you?" Judgement. I don't need it.

But I was watching Tracee Ellis Ross on youtube last month and I have to say, she is bonkers. She is bonkers and doesn't give a fuck. It's just natural part of her personality that she's not afraid to let out and it's just such a relief to me to see a woman who could easily rest on her sex appeal and socially appropriate physical beauty, or just being the daughter of the iconic Diana Ross,  just be silly and make fun of herself. Taking yourself too seriously sets you up really badly for criticism particularly if you're someone in the public eye. Besides I think laughter is very sexy and very endearing and connective. When it's genuine It breaks up tension and releases bad energy. And when women make funny it can really take the edge off the pressures of society to be all perfect and proper all the time. Usually when I feel I'm in a position where I have to come off that way, what I'm really dying to do is laugh. Life is too short and I'm not perfect. I prioritize silliness.

Loc Swatches and The New Old me

 

 I got 9/4 the loc clipped to the top

So today I had my hair colored at the place I go to in Brooklyn. I’ve been contemplating it for a long time and I’d never had it done professionally before. I used to do it myself in high school and in college. That’s really bad for your hair in the long run at least for locs anyway so don’t do it. SEEK A PROFESSIONAL.

So anyway, when I came in and sat down to wait I asked one of the stylists if they do hair color and she went to the back of the salon and brought back a hair color swatch sample. It’s the kind most women are used to seeing. Short snatches of straight synthetic hair in a range of different colors tacked to a white board. It was folded up into three sections and as I looked at the last section with the deeper shades I saw two loc swathes! Like real locs. Like somebody sacrificed one loc each to give examples of how these colors would look on locs! I was elated. Yes it was just two but I didn’t expect any! One of the locs was exactly the color I wanted, a deep but vibrant golden coppery color. Oh I just looked at that loc and touched it and held it in the light and smiled.  Can we have more loc swatches in New York City Natural hair salons please? Am I late on this? Are there more?

Okay so part two of this journey is realizing definitively for the first time that I’m really not into my hair when it first gets done. I appreciate the job that is done. I praise the chair of every African woman on 125^th street that braided Kankelon into my head. But I like my new hair and hairstyles to get a little lived in before I’m really comfortable.

In college I had a friend, a guy who had amazing locs who used to call me “Rasta Baby.” My hair was wild and fluffy and dyed golden blonde by me and I just remember loving how I looked and never thinking about tightening up my roots so much that you could see my scalp. I washed it, greased it, and twisted with no particular frequency and I just was very comfortable. But then I did go to Bard College. That probably would not have gone over well at Howard University. Hmmm…(Filing that away for later)

When my hair was done being washed and rinsed the stylist told me to look in the mirror at the color. I had heard them oohing and ahhing over it while my head was still in the sink. When I looked in the mirror I saw a reflection of someone from ten years ago. And I beamed at myself. But I knew it was me in the mirror, not her. But I recognized that look so well, that wild “Rasta Baby” look and I liked it.

When I left the salon about five hours later with the same style I usually get (I’m still working on being imaginative and daring at the salon.) I looked in the mirror and saw the color of my wild days in a conservative, neat and perfectly coifed context. And it’s weird. It’s like when Freddie blew her hair out on  “A Different World.” You don’t understand how it hurt me when that happened. I lived for Freddie’s wild, light colored hair that matched her equally charismatic, artsy, alternative attitude. 

But I didn’t freak out about it. That’s something that’s come easier to me with age at least in regards to my hair. I may not always be pleased with it but I can find a way to make it work. I had to put it up because it’s just to hot out right not for me to stand it any other way. But when it starts get a little wear and when I take it down and experiment I’m sure I’ll be able to strike a nice balance between “Rasta Baby” and present day me who I am just as fond of.

Observations in this first week

So this is my 5th entry in the Blog Every Day in September Challenge and I've noticed some things.

First off, since I work for CUNY, this week had been very hectic. I've been busy all day every day with not a lot of time to goof off on the internet or even do anything creative until I got to lunch. And yes I do take photos during lunch. I also read and journal. But one thing I haven't done much of is Facebook. I've checked every now and again and maybe reposted something that amused me but I haven't been very active. I haven't been hanging out there. And I haven't missed it.

I spoke with my brother this week on the phone. I reached out to him instinctively to ask how he felt about babies and having children. We had a good long talk about it and I learned a lot. I also just had a chat with one of the younger faculty teachers here at my job who's wife had their first baby, a boy about three months ago. I can tell from the look on his face that he's still totally tripped out by it. In his eyes I can tell that he's still adjusting to the fact that he's a father.

In addition to committing to the challenge of blogging every day in September I also made a commitment to myself months ago to post a poem a week at my wordpress site, eternalista.com. So it goes without saying I have a lot of writing to do every week for no other reason than that I want to. There are other reasons of course and they will reveal themselves in time.

"The Conscious Parent" book continues to trip me out. I wish I had enough time to describe how revealing it is, not about the biological experience of having a child but about how being conscious about the relationship with your child is an acceptance of lessons that will expand your own sense of self and of life. It's crazy. It's scary. But it's also amazing. Because if you're open to it, you also learn how you got to be the way you are, what was passed down to you by your parents consciously and/or unconscionably that helped or hindered your development as you become yourself. This is the first parenting book I have ever read so I have nothing to compare it to but it is definitely one of the best books I've read this Summer. And yes I know it's officially September but I reject the idea that Summer is over with all my being. I'm wearing a halter dress and sandals and my hair in a bun. It's hot and humid out. Sorry September.

Yesterday was payday and as much I probably need to shop for Winter things, the last place I wanna be is in anybody's store with throngs of hot, frustrated, dissatisfied bodies looking at size tags and price tags. I just want to be on the grass. Or in a Museum. I'll let you know how that works out.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Selfie Pleasure

Go google selfie now

Let me tread lightly to begin here. The definition of a selfie as we are most familiar with it is a handheld arms length photo usually taken with a cell phone camera. I haven't done any research or looked up any studies but I'm gonna make a bet that females make up a larger percentage of selfie takers than men just because...you know, society is obsessed with our appearance on a level that far surpasses the obsession with how men look.

Okay, so I started taking photos of myself for the first time as a teenager. This was before cell phones or digital technology. I was old school with a Nikon film camera and a tripod handed down to me by my dad. Every woman has a unique relationship to her reflection, to her appearance. I can only speak to mine. I had no desire at the time to share any of these photographs with anyone except maybe my closest peers and even then I never took photos of myself to be seen by anyone but me. It just never occurred to me. I took them, had them printed and looked at them and sometimes put them up in my room. I was looking at many things when I looked at these pre digital age selfies. I was scrutinizing, admiring, making choices. Most of my photos of myself were taken by my dad who was and is the photographer in my family. Having the opportunity to turn the camera on myself as a teenager was an act of empowerment for me. Here, I could look at things about myself which did not require obligatory smiling and thoughtful outfits or whatever would suit the occasion for the kind of photographs parents traditionally take of their children. I could be serious, flirtatious, funny, naked, sad, ironic, and even things which I could not readily identify by looking. It was an experiment for the most part which I never desired to share with anyone. I didn't think of myself as a photographer then but a writer. The camera was like a toy to me and I was open to discovering what it uncovered for me in ways that were very different from what had been demonstrated by my father's photography which I also loved.

I'm reluctant to say that most selfies are bad self portraits. It would really depend more on what you look for in a good photo and what constitutes a good photo for you. For many females in this generation the selfie is nothing more than a photo of the physical self in order to show for example, what you wore that day, make-up choices, jewelry, etc. But the over arching message is "Look at me." That's it. Look at me. Because selfies are put out into the world in such volume and at such a staggering rate and seen by so many, there is no doubt that the intention is to be "seen." Again, I don't want to make assumptions but my guess is that when you're super invested in getting out a stream of selfies to be seen by whatever public you cater to, you're probably more concerned with their response than your own. Digital technology does that. In a Capitalist society, commercialism has a very pervasive nature even when you try to avoid it. Case in point, my clever word play in the title of this blog. In our culture the idea of self pleasure is titillating and eye catching and selfies are an extension of that. I think every woman should get off on her own selfie but I would encourage us to get behind our own self creation in ways that take apart the well worn gaze of constructed social ideals of acceptability which seek to validate some and ostracize and demonize others.

The selfie does not always have to be about "beauty" persay. It can also be about documentation. It can be about exposing injustice or deconstructing an idea. But I get just as excited and inspired by selfies of a new shade of nail polish, a favorite outfit (I love taking fitting room photos) or someone in their favorite spot in Central Park. I try as often as I can to see the truth even in the most artificial forms of expression because it's what I respond to the most and it's always there whether or not it is the intent of the selfie taker. It's what stays with me. But then didn't someone say something once about truth being beauty?  I don't think beauty is something that should be avoided. It is however, within the context of selfies and in general an idea that bears constant rediscovery and redefinition.

Seeing Again

Harlem

Lenox Coffee Poet

How can I explain to you how amazing it is to be able to rent a two to three hundred dollar camera lens for like twenty bucks? Unless you really love photography, it’s kind of difficult.  To me it’s up there with finding out last weekend that CUNY students get into the Whitney for free!!! FREE!  It’s twenty bucks to get into the Whitney. Non CUNY students pay sixteen! I can waltz up in there any time I want and the MOMA as well. You’re probably starting to understand what a nerd I am.

Back to the rented lens.  My cell phone camera has taken over my photographic output for over a year now. And I had been promising myself to get back to work with my DSLR but I have all these “I can’t untils” in my mind. I can’t until I get a newer, better camera or a newer better lens. I remembered a photographer who I met on a photo shoot telling me that you can rent cameras and I filed that information away for almost a year. I went online a few weeks ago to check out B&H and Calumet  online.  Renting camera bodies is expensive and they are rented out separately from lens. But it occurred to me I don’t really need an entire camera. I’ve been sweating a Nikon fixed prime lens forever and that’s all I really needed.  I've had my DSLR with me almost every day since I rented the lens and it makes me feel different.  It makes me feel legitimate. LOL! I love carrying it around and looking at things differently again.

My output with my Nikon is very different than with my cellphone camera. I think more about light settings, depth of field and color, because the world through a fixed prime lens is never flat. It’s magical and filled with layers and variations. So I do less but it feels like more because the quality of the exposure is higher and I can see that the image is a result of subtle choices I make.  There is of course the ongoing discussion as to whether cell phone photography can actually be considered to be art or critiqued on the same level as SLR or analog film photography. I think it’s about what tools you need to express or document what moves you. I love my cell phone camera and my tried and trusted collection of photography apps. But there are certain things that only a good SLR lens can do. And following really good photographers helps me to see things that inspire and motivate me towards lugging my camera around more often.  There are limits to it just as there are limits to cell phone photography but I welcome the perceived limits that push me to be more creative. Getting too comfortable with my cell phone camera was starting to make me feel like I’d reached a plateau with no challenges or surprises, no happy accidents.  An endless learning process is the only process worth sticking with for me.

The Conscious Father?

So as I mentioned I've been reading this book called "The Conscious Parent." I'm halfway done now and liking it very much.  Every time I open it I learn something new. But it occurred to me today while reading it that somehow, although her language is very inclusive that Tsabary seems to speak about things which are more, how do I put it...inclined to make sense to women than men. 

My husband and I went to see "Boyhood" this weekend and while observing the lack of stable male role models in the young boy's life it occurred to me while reading today that there aren't many books that I know that speak to a father's relationship and bonding process with his children during infancy.  I guess it's just natural to expect that a mother be the closest to her baby during the first few months to a year.  So far in TCP I've read only one case study example that uses a single father's difficulty raising a son as a way to illustrate the importance of not projecting  ones own issues on your child. Perhaps there are more to come. It's just becoming more obvious to me why men are scared to have children in ways that differ a lot from the fear women have.  And I think that letting yourself be vulnerable, while we all have issues with it is an area which just comes much easier to women. We open to let love in all the time. We open to let men in. We are conditioned to give in ways that leave us open to vulnerability and we can cry openly and shamelessly if we wish. Men have so many conditioned walls to break down before they can allow themselves to feel in ways that females are allowed to express from infancy.  But when they can, I just think it's makes them more whole and more attractive.

I remember in "Best Man Holiday" my favorite scene ever was seeing big, beautiful Morris Chestnut with a tiny newborn baby in his arms and holding it expertly with tears in his eyes and with a nurturing energy that completely transformed what stereotypical manhood looks like. He was no less strong, no less physically formidable, no less a man. But he was more. He was vulnerable and let himself be so without fighting it. It was sooooo hot. LOL!!

But I suspect that the whole act of spending nine months or more hosting a baby in your body, even if you'e not a woman who's into that kind of thing, will make anybody vulnerable weather you welcome it or not. For men the vulnerability comes from a different place inside. It's something I never thought about and which I am only learning about now, reading this book, taking in all of the activity of babies, kids and children with parents and parental guardians in New York City and listening to my husband talk.

As isness

Before this day gets away from me, I just want to announce that I have been challenged to make a blog entry here every day this month. For me right now issue is not what do I write about but what do I choose to write about.

Before I rush off to Central Park to get in some nature communion, let me just say that I've been reading this book "The Conscious Parent" recommended to me by my good friend and book nerd pal at soulsistah4real.com I'm reading and learning more about myself than ever I thought I would reading a book about parenting of all things. The thread with seems to run through the book most consistently is accepting what is. Tsabary is all about this as isness. And it's rough. It's not all cake and flowers and cuteness and I can see that parenthood is not for the faint of heart. But I also see that there are effective ways to make it less of a challenge than it needs to be and it has a lot to do with self work.

The as isness aspect is about accepting people and life as it is and not how you wish it to be which often the beginning of so many problems. But it's so hard to accept things as they are when society seems so wired towards escapism, disconnection, tuning out and avoiding even the possibility of pain on so many levels. As a child for instance, being read fairytales is perhaps the first foray into fantasy and imagination. Imagination is a wonderful way for a child to experience the beauty of everyday things using their own capacity for creativity and fantasy as a expressive genre is a wonderful context within which to explore that creativity but the problem occurs when we see our lives only as successful, pleasurable or valuable within a context of escapism and disconnection and fail to see the whole of life, it's downs as well as ups as a teacher and a partner rather than a constant adversary. She also writes about mistaking the ego as ourselves and being over reactive, losing ourselves in ego based drama.

I get that intellectually. I do. I get it.  AND THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT PARENTING! WHOA!
It just makes me ask myself the question over and over in my mind. What is the right reason to have children? There are many practical and sentimental reasons, romantic, selfish and ignorant reasons. But are there any right reasons? I don't know. I think it might be about wanting to allow someone into your life who will awaken things in you, challenge you, require more from you in ways perhaps no the relationship ever will. So having children is still about relationships. Everything and everyone you relate to is about what you are choosing to learn about who you are. It's about growing yourself while helping to grow others. It is not merely about identifying control and authority and imposing discipline as a way of maintaining these roles primarily to reinforce the ego. Nor is it about projecting all of your insecurities, and perceived feelings of under-achievement on little people who you feel should feel obligated to realize your dreams for you. I guess no relationship should ever be about that.

Accepting your children as they are, as isness, is only possible if you can accept yourself and life as it is. Now that's a challenge.