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Or anywhere, really.

 

 

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Jim Crow was an era of whites’ only water fountains, colored-free lunch counters, and relegation to the back of the bus for black people. Jim Crow was an era that many of us believed was over, brought down due to the tireless, heroic, and sometimes fatal resolve of civil rights heroes who envisioned a world where people of disparate backgrounds were able to sit down together, in the same establishment, not divided on the basis of what is different between us, but instead, united in our humanity.

While Jim Crow laws were outlawed decades ago, the spirit of those laws continues to live today, not only through racial discrimination, but through class discrimination as well. According to a Sunday report by The New York Post, The New York City Department of Housing Preservation and Development has approved a plan that allows Extell, a luxury housing developer, to build a high-rise condo at 40 Riverside Boulevard as part of the “Inclusionary Housing Program,” a program in which the City allows housing developers to build bigger developments in exchange for the developers agreeing to include affordable housing units within the new structure. Extell’s development will contain 264 units, 55 of which will be designated as affordable housing units. But there is a caveat: Extell will be constructing a “poor door,” a special entrance around the back of the building that makes sure that the rich people do not have to share the same entrance as the poor, lest they should have any awareness that they are sharing an address with the wretched underclass.

Daily Mail reports that some developers take no issue with plans like the one Extell proposed.

“‘No one ever said that the goal was full integration of these populations,’ David Von Spreckelsen, senior vice president at Toll Brothers, another developer specializing in luxury residencies, told The Real Deal in 2013. ‘So now you have politicians talking about that, saying how horrible those back doors are. I think it’s unfair to expect very high-income homeowners who paid a fortune to live in their building to have to be in the same boat as low-income renters, who are very fortunate to live in a new building in a great neighborhood.'”

The idea that “full integration” of “these populations” is not the goal begs the question, what exactly is the goal? The goal for developers in support of “poor doors” is no doubt to reap the benefit of the Inclusionary Housing Program without having to fully confer upon the poor the benefit of living in a mixed income building. Everyone has heard the saying, “You get what you pay for,” and this is roughly the principle that Extell is trying to apply in this situation– the poor are already way out of their league by living in this building, let us not give them too many perks, or else full-price units in the building will not be seen as exclusive and covetable.

To be sure, the argument is not that the penthouse should be an affordable housing unit, or that the affordable housing units must be equipped with the same lavish amenities that may be included in other units. However, one view of the goal of this program is to do what many cities have increasingly been trying to do: to move away from the housing project, and to put an end to the concept that poor people should be relegated to specific buildings in specific areas– quarantined and prevented from rubbing shoulders with the wealthy. To have a separate low-income entrance to a mixed-income development is to circumvent a lot of what is good about income diversity within residential buildings, and creates a de-facto housing project within the building. This type of divide within what is supposed to be one residence, reeks of a shameful era that our country has been trying so hard to move past, and because of the ongoing systemically perpetuated link between race and class, the policy has dangerous implications. What do front door residents look like, and who will be charged with making sure that back door tenants do not congregate where they don’t belong? The possibilities do and should make us uncomfortable, and hopefully, will give future tenants pause about supporting a building that does not support equality.

Sources:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2699325/NYC-gives-green-light-building-apartments-poor-door-tenants-living-affordable-housing.html

http://nypost.com/2014/07/20/city-oks-uws-development-with-poor-door-for-residents/?utm_campaign=SocialFlow&utm_source=NYPTwitter&utm_medium=SocialFlow

 

 

 

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Employees were told Monday that they no longer had a job. And yes, it is too late to buy one last cupcake.

Full story:
http://m.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/07/08/crumbs-the-cupcakery-that-couldnt-goes-broke/?tid=hp_mm

http://m.ny.racked.com/archives/2014/07/08/crumbs.php

Over the weekend, Governor Andrew Cuomo signed legislation legalizing medical marijuana, making New York the 23rd state to do so. But don’t get too excited, the use is restricted to people afflicted with 11 pretty terrible diseases including Cancer and AIDS. So before you try to flex on your date by producing a gang of legal weed, make sure you have a solid back story in place. To even further dash your plans of exploiting the new law, the medicinal marijuana will not be available for smoking, and will instead be administered by oil base and vaporizer. Despite these restrictions, the creative wheels have begun turning in the minds of weed heads from Manhattan to Syracuse. We’re excited to see what you come up with.

Full story: http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/local/Medical-Marijuana-Pot-New-York-State-Andrew-Cuomo-266038251.html

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Tim Howard of USA Soccer amazed the world with his record setting 16 saves during the USA/Belgium World Cup match yesterday. Obviously, the internet could not let this go unnoticed. Thus, #ThingsTimHowardCanSave was born.

Things Tim Howard can save:

 

 

 

If you have not heard of Tim Howard, you probably have been living in solitary confinement for the past 24 hours. The goalie for the United Stated World Cup Team made a record-setting 16 saves in yesterday’s match against Belgium, smashing the previous record of 13. Despite Team USA’s eventual 2-1 defeat, Howard became an immediate sensation among sports fans and women everywhere, being dubbed The U.S. Secretary of Defense by one clever Wikipedia jokester. But what many people may not know, is that Howard suffers from Tourette’s Syndrome, a neurological condition that can cause involuntary muscle movement, which is exacerbated in high pressure situations. Despite his condition, for which he has been ridiculed by game-goers around the world, Howard was able to prove that determination can conquer all.

Full Story Here:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/07/02/how-tourettes-afflicted-tim-howard-went-from-international-ridicule-to-world-cup-history/

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For those who may not own a computer, smart phone, or television, last week the internet exploded after a man named Jeremy Meeks was arrested on gun charges and had the nerve to take what is arguably one of the hottest mugshot photos of all time. Women, well aware of the man’s criminal history, as evidenced in part by his teardrop tattoo, chose to state the obvious– “damn, he fine” was essentially the concesus among women, a sentiment that was stated in a multitude of ways, ranging from the sweet to the vulgar.

But while women were having their fun with felon crush friday, staring at his photo, hatching plans to spring him out of lockup, men were seething with rage, none moreso than successful, well educated men who had done everything right and stayed their asses out of jail. They wondered how women could be going so crazy over this criminal. After all, this is why good men don’t stand a chance, women are too busy lusting after thugs. In their rage, they retaliated, posting angry comments on womens’ Facebook walls, and launching a full on assault on Meeks’ sexuality and good looks. They posted pictures of Jeremy Meeks and his brother, swearing that the man was Meeks’ gay lover, and they posted the most terrible photos they could find of the man stating that anyone can take one good photo.

Fellas, fellas, fellas. You have got to chill.

Trust me, I get it. You see this guy, who is by all accounts, a complete degenerate, and he is getting sooo much attention from the ladies. He doesn’t deserve our hearts OR our panties. He is everything our parents warned us about. He is the reason our daddies kept a loaded shotgun, and why were weren’t allowed out at night. No doubt about it, this is the kind of man that would ruin your life.

But what’s that got to do with being fine? We see mugshots all the time in the news. Most of those criminals are world-weary and unattractive. We don’t sweat those criminals. Lock them away so that we never have to see their ugly, law-breaking faces again. Then here comes Jeremy Meeks looking like a shiny new penny, with clear blue eyes, brown skin, and a chiseled jaw, and we can’t help but wonder why and how he ended up as a career criminal instead of as a model or married to some rich cougar.

And women are not alone in appreciating the beauty in someone that may not have much else going for them. Think about all of the dumb celebrities that men fantasize about. In fact, think of all of the dumb girls that you personally took to dinner at Chipotle. Smart girls like Chipotle, too. But you were so mesmerized by looks instead of substance, that you spent that $12 on Tits McGee instead of on Clair Huxtable. Yeah. I invoked Clair Huxtable. Because that is the talented tenth man’s favorite woman next to his mama and Michelle Obama. Clair Huxtable is the woman they say they want, but is she the woman that they bring out the Jergens for? Probably not. Similarly, Jeremy Meeks is not our Cliff or our Barack. He is a pretty fa, and that’s it.

All this is to say, even as “the fairer sex,” women are capable of base emotions, too. It is hypocriptal to get mad at women for daring to express a physical, non-emotional attraction to a man in a photograph. At best, it is silly and jealous, and at worst, it is the same brand of  misogyny that men have historically used to repress women around the world. He’s hot. We said it. Get over it. It’s not like we want to marry him. One reason being because he’s already married, and the whole sister-wives setup is mostly frowned upon in this country. But more important than that is the fact that we are not stupid, and we are not Captain Save-a-Heaux. When most of us think about a person that we seriously want to be with, it is someone who is cute, sure, but also someone that we have things in common with, and who shares our values. Also known as you guys.

And even if smart and talented women choose to take a trophy husbands, chances are they will not choose ones with teardrops tattooed on their faces. You can’t bring that guy to work events, and that questionable ink just might jeopardize your New York Times wedding announcement. Priorities.

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When I was a kid, all I wanted was to look like one of the little girls in the Just For Me commercials. Their hair was silky straight, and styled perfectly, either worn down, or in twisted sections with colorful barrettes. They looked so happy and so cute.

Well, let’s just say I did not look a damn thing like a girl on a Just For Me box. Besides me wearing football t-shirts and soccer shorts all the time, having horrible teeth, and thick monstrous glasses, my hair was never done. And it damn sure wasn’t silky smooth. This is for a couple of reasons. First, the task of hair styling is most often left to moms. I have an awesome, attentive mom who happens to be white, with super straight hair. There is a steep learning curve for styling thick curly hair. Combing means “ouch,” and no mother likes to hurt her child, especially when that mom is not used to the concept of hairstyling being a painful thing. She eventually learned the deal, and got pretty good at doing hair after watching a neighbor do it and seeing that tears were to expected, and that if a kid cried it was only because she was “tender headed” and not because they’re snatching kids’ hair out by the root. Another reason I did not look like those Just For Me girls? I was not allowed to have a perm. How can you look like the girl on the perm box with no perm? My parents were very opposed to me slathering burn-inducing chemicals on myself, at least as a small child. I hated the fact that I was forced to contend with my natural hair when every other black girl that I knew had straight, relaxed hair. I got made fun of by everyone. Why was my hair so weird? Why did I have an afro? It made me feel like a freak, and I did everything in my power to conceal the fact that I had curls. Mostly, this involved brushing my hair into an excruciatingly tight ponytail, which I braided, and stuffed into a large scrunchie, or having my mom braid my hair when she could. Obviously, I would never wear my hair loose unless I really had a hankering for ridicule. 

Fast forward to today, I have learned to accept my hair for what it is and what it isn’t. I have been to perm land and back to natural, and on most days I do not spend more than 15 minutes styling my hair. As an adult, I have learned that being confident enough to do whatever it is that you want with your hair (perm or no perm) is a million times better than trying desperately to emulate what you see in a commercial or on a box in a drug store.

Given my past hair struggles, and my current status as a General in the DGAF* Army, I am sort of baffled by the obsession with hair done-ness, and the lengths that we will go to in order to shame people who to not conform to our hair expectations. Notably among those we have subjected to shame is Blue Ivy, a toddler, who is the daughter of Beyonce and Jay-Z who has become the subject of a change.org petition for someone to comb her hair.

Why it is that black people are so obsessed with hair done-ness? I say black people specifically, because as someone who has spent a considerable time with people of a variety of races, I have never heard any group talk about hair, and the necessity of it being done, more than black people have. This is not to say that other races don’t have their own something that they’re obsessed about, but I think that we can agree that for black people, hair is a thing.

Form many black people, the worst thing you can do is to insult their hair. Your braids aren’t fresh enough. Perm ain’t new enough. Dude needs a lineup. Her baby hair don’t lay right, shoulda used the toothbrush and the brown gel. And so on. The fear of ridicule alone is enough to keep us up at night. Pressing. Curling. Wrapping. To the tune of a HALF TRILLION DOLLARS PER YEAR. God forbid our edges are not laid. 

What we do to reign in and control our hair as adults is one thing. But our hunger for control over wayward hair is so great that it has driven people to ridicule a child. Which is pretty gross. To be clear, the Carter family has enough money to employ traveling hair stylists to ensure that baby Blue never has a single strand left behind. But why should they have to? And why should a baby have to have her hair done?

Think for a moment on why you care what her hair looks like. Are you sincerely worried that she is not being cared for, or that her well-being is at stake? Are you worried that she won’t be able to find a job at her tender age? Are you worried that monsters live in her hair? Surely, you can’t possibly believe any of that to be true or relevant to this child’s life.

So what is the real reason why you’re mad about Blue Ivy’s hair? It isn’t rocket science. It’s because you’re a hater. What’s more simple than that? The concept of this child living her life, soiling cloth diapers made out of Versace silk, all the while not giving even a single damn about what her hair looks like just sickens you. How dare her be so care free?

To be clear, you don’t have to like everyone else’s hair. You don’t have to date someone whose hair you think is ugly, and you don’t have to grow out a curly fro if you love your relaxed hair. But can other people live the way they want to? More specifically, can we teach children that it is ok to have hair that does not look like everyone else’s?

Isn’t it enough that larger society will judge us for being too black, or too “white,” or for having locs or naps or for perming our hair? Do we need to also project that judgement on children, who God willing, do not yet know anything about the prejudices that make us afraid to wear our natural curls to work, or force our people to shave their natural styles in order to comply with racially biased military standards? If we can recognize that it is wrong for the rest of the universe to judge us according to our ability to conform to their standard of beauty, or by their traditional haircare norms, perhaps we should also recognize that it is wrong to ridicule those within the race who do not conform. I would argue that we have enough negativity and pressure to conform thrown at us our entire lives, and maybe we should just let Blue Ivy wear her hair how the fuck she wants. Or you can stay mad. Doubt it makes much difference to that toddler anyway.

Photo Source: afromontreal.com The Ratchette has a soft spot for vintage R&B. But as in many things, involuntary emotional reactions can lead to certain internal conflicts. You meet someone, you know they’re not right for you, but you go with it anyway, cause they’re like, endearing/so darn cute or something. You hear music, and you like it against your better judgement. you’re a modern woman or man. You have standards, principals, and other stuffy things that are connected to your head and not your heart. For example, one of my all time favorite R&B songs is Ruff Endz, Someone to Love You*.  I love it, I love it. But I do have some conflicting feelings when I heard it. Because I am a romantic at heart, but sometimes I hear these feminist voices in my head telling me that these love songs are a load of misogynist bullshit. And I know with 100% certainty that if someone tried to say these things to me in real life, I would find the narrative somewhat less than compelling. How un-compelling? Well, let’s take a look. Here is an example of just how horribly wrong things could go if an R&B singer tried his lines on an actual woman. Otherwise known as, how to completely ruin the moment.

“Someone To Love You”

It really is a sweet song though. I swear.

 

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