I’ve been on the fence about whether or not I should discuss the Jezebel stereotype, but I feel like I must even though it’s explicit in nature. I love blogging about writing and books, but as a Black woman, I also like to blog about Black history facts and the Black experience.

Warning ⚠: Some images may be disturbing.

When it comes to the Jezebel stereotype, the depths of this stereotype is rooted in both racism and sexual violence. To make a long history lesson short, the Jezebel stereotype was created by White men to justify their raping of Black women. In other words, this stereotype claims that Black women are promiscuous and hypersexual so they can’t be raped.

Many today still see Black women as promiscuous, “easy” and “wild” when it comes down to sex. I can remember one of my White professors sharing stories of other White men who admitted that they envied their forefathers. What exactly were they envying? The raping of Black women and having multiple Black women as bed wenches. How disturbing, deviant and sad.

What’s even sadder is the unfortunate fact that some Black women have allowed themselves to be bedded by some of these White men who believe in or base their opinions of Black women off of the Jezebel stereotype.

I can tell you the few Black women who allowed themselves to be made into a fool by some of these White men definitely had low self-esteem. Sadly, they also craved the approval, acceptance and attention of White men. How tragic, desperate and unfortunate.

As a Black woman, I can spot them a mile away before they even try to come in my face when I’m dressed up and out on the town. Some of them walk around as if they are God’s greatest gift and that I should fall all over them or at their feet. Anita aka BookingAnita will NOT stoop to such a low level.

I wish that there was a way to do away with this Jezebel stereotype, but unfortunately, it will always exist. Just know that the majority of Black women back then and now aren’t like that.

If you think I’m hitting you with some hard-hitting Black history facts now, you just wait until next month, Black History month.

Until next time…

Muffin Tops. SMH…

Good Evening! I hope everyone is doing well. I haven’t made a random post in a while, but since some of my family and friends are “on me” about a particular habit of mine, I thought I’d blog about it. They want to see if anyone else will be annoyed by this “habit” of mine. 😩

Let me start off by saying I can’t help it. This writer and blogger has her quirks and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Whenever this writer / blogger eats muffins, I only eat the top part of the muffin. Yes, I only eat the muffin top and throw the rest away. I’ve always done that because to me, the bottom part of the muffin is dry and not that sweet. 🤷🏾‍♀️💆🏾‍♀️

Whenever I’m about to eat a muffin around certain family or friends, they’ll blurt out, “Nita don’t you do it. Don’t you dare do it.”, but I have to do it. I don’t like the bottoms of muffins. 😭😂😭

The muffin top is the best part of the muffin in my opinion and it’s the only part of the muffin I will eat. If that annoys you, I’m sorry. 😲 If you are ever around me when I’m eating a muffin, look away because there’s a pretty good chance it’ll look a lot like this when I’m done. 🙃

Until next time…

Donyale Luna (Updated)

I was reading an article on the late Donyale Luna and because I was taken aback by it, I decided to blog about it.

Donyale Luna, born Peggy Ann Freeman, is largely dubbed as the first Black supermodel. At 6’2, she was beautiful and hard to miss because she always stood out from the crowd.

Peggy, also known as Donyale, seemed to be a troubled woman when it came to her identity. She lied about being Black for years and often lied about having a large amount of Native American and Mexican ancestry. I remember shaking my head as I was reading this article because its quite obvious that she was a Black woman.

When Donyale soon realized that her strong African ancestry couldn’t be denied, she began to make up stories that she had very little African ancestry and was mulatta. How sad that this woman had so much of self-hate that she couldn’t even acknowledge being Black. It makes me wonder if she had some type of mental issue. I can’t help but to feel sorry for her.

There are pictures of Donyale wearing contacts and makeup that was lighter than her skin. She did that in an effort to make herself more appealing or exotic. I hate to say it, but it made her look absolutely ridiculous.

Donyale’s family has said she had issues with her identity and considering the period of time she was born in, I suspect she hated being Black. Her own family has admitted that she desperately sought the approval and acceptance of White people. Maybe she believed if she was mixed or made herself seem to be mixed, she would be accepted by White people. What a sad way to waste a life.

Its unfortunate that Donyale lived her life as a lie all because she wanted to be accepted, loved and respected by White people. If that’s not sad, I don’t know what is. A life wasted.

Until next time…

Shelving It For Now

I love it when readers, bloggers and authors suggest good books to read. Its absolutely wonderful because you get introduced to books that you probably would have never read if the book hadn’t of been suggested to you.

I had a book that a reader thought I’d be interested in and it’s a book by the late Harriet Ann Jacobs. When I saw the title of the book, I knew it would be a slave narrative because those are always intriguing and inspiring to read. Autobiographies are always a good read.

I don’t want to give too much of the story away in case there may be some readers interested in reading it, but Incidents In The Life Of A Slave Girl tells the story of how Harriet’s de facto slave master, Dr. James Norcom, began sexually harassing her as a child on up into adulthood. The things he did to her in retaliation because she refused his advances were sexually deviant, sickening and beyond cruel. So much so that she eventually runs away.

His wife, Mary Matilda, knew how sexually deviant he was because he had fathered 11 children from several other young female slaves that he owned. Yet, she turned a blind eye to his behavior and took her anger and jealousy out on Harriet. Sadly, this was not uncommon during the terrible era of slavery.

In the hopes of trying to deter James Norcom’s advances, Harriet takes up with another White man who was also pursuing her, attorney Samuel Tredwell Sawyer. That relationship was formed out of desperation by Harriet because she had hoped it would take her away from James Norcom.

I’m going to shelve this book for now because there are elements of this story that is a little too close to home for me. On one particular side of my family, I have a line of relatives and a Grandparent who were all products of a racist and prejudiced interracial relationship. A sad unfortunate fact that even they themselves were ashamed of. How sad because they nor their mother had a choice. Just terrible…

I’m not saying that I’ll never finish this book because I most definitely will, but I’m going to shelve it for now and read it at a later time. My blood was boiling a little too much with this one.

Until next time…

Bastard Out of Carolina

Bastard Out of Carolina is one of the most disturbing and depressing movies I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen four other movies that were three times more heartbreaking than Bastard Out of Carolina so that says a lot.

Bastard Out of Carolina is based on the award-winning novel by Dorothy Allison. It tells the harrowing true story of Dorothy, also known as Bone, as she recounts living through poverty and the frequent rape and abuse by her mother’s boyfriend.

I saw the movie years ago and I can still remember being angry at her mother for allowing her boyfriend to rape and abuse Dorothy. I hate to say it, but her mother was a gutter trash urchin. Female sub-human filth. A poor excuse for a mother.

A real mother would’ve had that pedophile and rapist thrown in jail or worse.

One of these days, I’m going to read this incredible book because I feel the book itself will offer so much more. As a rule, I always like to read the book first and then watch the movie, but when this book was first published, I was just a child. The movie was made some years later.

If you’ve never seen Bastard Out of Carolina, don’t watch it unless you can truly handle it. It’s not a movie for the faint of heart. I feel it’s only right to warn you. With that being said, it’s so nice to see that Dorothy was still able to find happiness after suffering through so much of abuse as a child.

Until next time…

Worth the Read

As a writer and blogger, I think its pretty obvious that I enjoy writing. Reading, however, is one of my favorite pass times. Reading, in my opinion, is good for the mind because it helps to keep the mind fluid and sharp. Reading also adds color and depth to our world while at the same time enriching our lives.

Even though I’m about to start writing my third novel, I’m itching to read another biography. Whose biography am I referring to? Claudette Colvin.

Many credit Rosa Parks for jump starting the bus boycott in Montgomery, Alabama and in a way, she did. If it wasn’t for Rosa Parks working as a secretary for the NAACP at that time, she probably wouldn’t have received the amount of recognition she did.

We can’t take away the fact that Rosa’s position at the NAACP helped to change the horrible busing conditions for so many Black Americans in the South. With that being said, I think it’s unfair to credit Rosa Parks as the first Black female to do it.

Rosa Parks wasn’t the first Black female in Montgomery, Alabama to refuse to give up her seat to a White passenger. A brave fifteen year old girl by the name of Claudette Colvin was the first to do it.

Until next time…