Recently I lost count of how many conversations I’ve had about black women and the marriage “issue”. Before it wasn’t so often, but I am now mentally and emotionally exhausted about this ish!
Seriously, if I read one more statistic telling me that I have a 30% chance (30, because 70% of black grad students are females, I think it’s safe to say I’ll either be sexing a colleague/grad schools friend or fiercely competing for him) of marrying a black man with the same educational level as myself. #FML.
It seems that these flags are everywhere in my face lately. And honestly, I’m not the kind of girl to worry about when I’ll get married and whatnot. But these effin signs are getting Ri-DIC!
So not only did someone send me this article.
But it was preceded by this tweet from a friend: “Wow, it would suck to be 29+/female/Manhattan w/out a husband on the radar…”
And living in a city where the ratio is 8:1 (female: male), and college educated women are competing balls hard for any man (and yes I mean any man). I am def enjoying “him” and how into me he is.
But back tot he problem: what makes this even scarier is that, women also have to compete with the fact that Black America is still very conservative when it comes to gay marriage. Which is making it harder for Blacks to be honest w the opposite sex about their sexuality = DL brothers, and divorces due to “I’m sorry, I’m gay” (and this goes for both males and females). So if you add that percentage in on top of it, I guess my chances of obtaining my Huxtables family dream = less than 5%.
So I have instituted a new plan/solution = I will enjoy my 20s, travel the world, enjoy my immediate family and my friends, and then move overseas and get married and have a bunch of inter-racial babies! LMAO Inter-racial marriage is progressing in America, but to be quite honest I believe that Black women are more likely to marry a foreign “white” man before an American “white” man.
Now don’t judge me, this is all due to my anal tendency to over-plan. And I have to get this plan in my subconscious, so that I am not disappointed about not having my own “Obama” family. We have to remind ourselves that sacrificing happiness, butterflies and actually being in love and not settling for the “Huxtable dream” when I’m missing those three.
All a girl wants is that “can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over- the-fence, world-series kind of love"
(yeah I can be the sappy girl movie sometimes, sue me). So yeah….
some ppl are settling down. some ppl are settling. and some ppl refuse to settle... for anything less... than butterflies.
I refuse to settle, how about you?
xoxo,
;-)