Is anybody else psyched that there are not one, not two, but three designers of color on this season. And how great is Korto?

So, I've been avoiding this conversation with my husband because, quite frankly, it makes me angry. He supported Hillary as the nominee and has been adamantly against Obama (still not clear why) since he secured the nomination. The other day, he offered the vague explanation that Obama is not "black enough" for him. He went on to say that "black enough" means that Obama's upbringing does not relate to the typical (meaning accepted or expected) African-American experience, yada yada yada. Now, my husband is a very smart man, but this is probably the dumbest thing I have ever heard him say (and I have heard him say a lot of dumb stuff over the years). First, there is no typical African American upbringing, there is only stereotypical. Actually, my husband has more in common with Obama than he realizes so I was stunned to silence when he came with such an argument.

I've just updated my Etsy store with some pieces that I absolutely love. Here's a preview below:

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=13995496

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14536621

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14537005

More styles are on the way. Feel free to shop around :-)

as the India.Arie song goes. I've been reading "How One of You Can Bring the Two of You Together" by Susan Page, who turns out to be a minister in addition to being a marriage counselor. I bought the book after a particularly frustrating attempt to get my husband to see how important it is for us to work on fixing the craziness that is now our marriage. You know, to bridge the gulf between us, help us remember why we got married in the first place, and to some how get us back to closeness we once had. He suggested we go to counseling starting in September or October. September or October? But it's July, why are we waiting so long? Money, he says, even though he can get insurance through the company he works for, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to get a book on intimacy of a carnal nature that we could read or look at together, which in affect would bring us closer. Of course to cover up his discomfort, he acted silly and immature (which is typical of him when he is dealing with real emotional issues).

You know when you are truly going through something; a real emotional upheaval and the Universe/God sends help? It could be a television show, a conversation with a good friend, anything that taps into your emotions in a profound way and sends you into...well, yourself? I am having one of those profound moments right now. Okay, before I get into the meat of my post, I have a confession to make. I have a slight aversion to the publicness of blogging and sometimes think it a bit self indulgent. There, I said it. But I've been reading through some of the posts onYMIB and I appreciate 1)the openness of expression and emotion I've found and 2)the honest support and love that pours out from responders. So, during my moment of deep reflection, I started thinking of safe places to vent and YMIB came to mind.

My etsy mini did not show up in the original post so I'm going to try again. Just in case it doesn't work, here is the url to my shop:

www.tyramade.etsy.com

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If you haven't read my little profile blurb, then you don't know that I am a jewelry designer. Currently, I make one or two of kind styles and sell them on etsy, which is a great marketplace for handmade goods of any kind. Below are pictures of some of my products and a link to my shop. Please feel free to look around. In the fall, I will be attending The Fashion Institute of Technology in Jewelry Design. I am very excited and nervous as it is a huge risk financially and professionally, but time waits for no man (or woman). Anyway, have a look see.

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I figured out the quickest way to get a response is to start a blog so here goes:

Ok, as a black woman, I have been known to jerk my neck from side to side and wave a finger or two in an argument (just ask my husband, who used to, affectionately, call me The Hulk). And there is a long standing complaint/stereotype/joke in the community about "bwwas" (black women with attitudes). But, ladies, are we so bad that we have become a caricature?