Because in the end it will just be me, myself, and I, so I choose to make Me & Myself happy first! -Seshat Mery Tut

I would like to dedicate this post to any and everyone who has ever felt like they have ever been placed within a box by their own race and outside of their race and expected to conform to stereotypes, cultural boundaries, and standard interests.

You know, I am the type of person that carries an interest in so many different types of styles and cultures that at sometimes, some may ridicule or define that fact as being contradictive. So, I thought I would write about something that I have personally gone through since I was a little girl and although it has ended I still feel some of it's remnants every now and then especially when I go down memory lane. This whole idea about what being “black” means and what you are supposed to like and dislike really bothers me to the 10th degree and beyond. I grew up around other Nubian girls who teased me on a daily basis about “talking white”, and I was called all sorts of names that they felt I deserved like wannabe & oreo (and my long hair which was of course permed did not make the situation any better) From elementary to about the 7th grade, most of my friends were white. Yes, I did speak “properly” but in my mind it had nothing to do with white or black, but rather just how I was taught in school. I was teased because of the types of music that I like which ranges to this day from country, to hip-hop-to folk to some rock and classical & yes I will watch riverdance and listen to Yanni if I am in that kind of mood. I love African art and I also love Victorian design, I study up on holistics, but you can give me a piece of chocolate cake anytime and I will enjoy it down to the last crumble. I cherish adinkra symbols and heart polka dots and florals. I love natural bohemian clothing but I think runway couture is a definite art. Do you get where I am going here?

Take for instance these songs entitled “Me Myself & I”...they are all represented and performed differently, but I love all three.

So I just wanted to basically jot a note and say that you know...I nor should you if you have ever gone through this ever apologize nor change who you are and who you strive to be just to fit in a box that is labeled with stereotypes and being delivered to racial expectations. I like what I like and thats just me myself and I and me, myself, and I are quite happy about it! LOL.

Have any of you ladies ever felt like you are expected to like something or dislike something simply because of you racial background or have you ever been shunned by your own because you did not fit into a box?