REMINDER – Giveaway: African Pride Hair Care Visits D.C. for “The Ultimate Beauty Social” National Tour

African Pride Ultimate Beauty Social 1African Pride Hair Care visits D.C. for “The Ultimate Beauty Social Tour” hosted by Erin Bailey (Scandalous Beauty) Joi-Marie McKenzie (The Fab Empire), Lianne Farbes (The Makeup Girl) and special guest Panama Jackson (Very Smart Brothas)on this Saturday, June 15th from 12-2pm. The Ultimate Beauty Social National Tour is bringing together some of the top beauty and lifestyle influencers in major cities throughout the country. Each social serves as a platform for  transparent conversations from male and female perspectives surrounding hair by facilitating an exclusive and intimate brunch where highly regarded beauty bloggers, media professionals, beauty retailers, and beauty influencers gather together to discuss beauty secrets and techniques.

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This is an invite-only event, however, we want to give a VSB reader who may enjoy and get something significant from an event like this a chance to come out and participate in the brunch and conversation. So, if you are interested in coming do one of two things:

1. Send us an email letting us know that you are interested in attending to contact@verysmartbrothas.com with the subject line: African Pride Ultimate Beauty Social

2. Tweet us @verysmartbros with “I’d like to attend @MyAfricanPride #ultimatebeautysocial”

On Thursday, we’ll pick a winner via random selection from those who have tweeted and/or emailed and you can come be my special guest and hang with me (I know, don’t all bumrush the stage) at the Ultimate Beauty Social brunch. And don’t fret, if we don’t know anybody, we’ll not know anybody together! But we’ll still be beautiful. *snaps*

Good night and godspeed!

Are You Ready for Post-Racial Cheerios?

It kilt me dead.

It kilt me dead.

Y’all gon’ have to give me a late pass for this one. But a few weeks ago, Cheerios dropped a commercial that featured a mixed-race couple (that don’t actually share any screen time together) and their hybrid child in an adorable spot highlighting children’s desire to keep their parents alive.

Let me tell you all something; I’m impressionable. I have GEICO insurance because those damn commercials entertained me so much. My HVAC guys? A company in DC who has a jingle that my daughter recited to me so I figured, hey, they must be good, they give good jingle. If you tell me something is good (and tell me something good) I’m liable to give it a shot because, again, I’m impressionable. So Cheerios dropping this commercial that shows that somebody said – in a meeting, no less – that America is more diverse now, let’s be more diverse has convinced me that I should buy more Cheerios. It also helps that my daughter, who has hair like that child, loves Cheerios. So they win by default.

So stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Company debuts commercial with mixed race parentage. Racists lose their sh*t. Nutcases come out of the woodworks. We live in interesting times, and this is part of the reason why print journalism is failing. Everything is a conversation. For many of us, our entire lives are centered around as much of ourselves as possible while still maintaining some semblance of privacy. Well within that, everybody becomes immediately accountable. Now, this accountability isn’t necessarily to any person in particular, but no bad idea goes unpunished. Look at the case with rap lyrics nowadays. There was a time not too long ago when you could say whatever the f*ck you wanted and there would be little to no real backlash short of sales. Well, now if you say something ridiculous, there are slews of people ready and willing to take you to task and mobilize, even for a short time. This all comes from the change to constant communication.

Well, this means that any loon with access to a computer (read: like almost everybody) can offer an opinion, unfiltered and with reckless abandon. So it stands to reason that the minute a commercial that includes a couple of racemixers (or swirlers…wait, are you only a swirler if you’re a Black woman? I really have no clue) hits the public sphere, the Stonewall Jackson supporters and Black folks who hate interracial love are going to make their opinions known. For a situation like this, the responses to the commercial dominate the conversation. Hell, Cheerios had to disable comments on that video because of some of the disgusting racist things that were said.

I know we elected Obama twice and all, but I’m sure we can all agree that the term post-racial isn’t an actuality. I think even the least racist person in the room would still immediately take notice of the fact that this child (who could have easily been used in a commercial with two Black parents and nobody would have thought twice about it) was referring to this white woman as momma. Part of that is that by the time something hits mainstream commercials, its somehow depicted as…normal. And I’m not sure we’re ready as a country to view interracial couples – namely Black and white since let’s be real, that’s the only place 90 percent of the outrage comes from in interracial dating – as normal.

Sure, interracial dating and marriage has seen significant increases over the past few decades. But it still bothers a lot of people since it hits on a lot of hot button issues for a lot of people.

Look, diversity is here. That sh*t is cool. It rocks. But its not without some broken eggs. Some Black and white men and women still feel some kind of way about seeing miscegenation. They just do. And they always will. It harkens back to the traditionalist view of society. While we don’t mind rooting for our favorite football team which just so happens to be full of Black folks, we don’t necessarily want them coming over for dinner. I remember growing up having this conversation. Remember, I went to high school in Alabama. Anyway, this conversation was about racism. It happened in one of my history classes and a few white students claimed very plainly to not have a single racist bone in their bodies. So one of my hombres, a Black dude, asked if any of them had any Black people in their homes. Ever. I kid you not, not one of them could say they had. Thing is, I don’t fault them. I’m sure most of the Black students could say the same thing though probably for different reasons. I’m not saying white people are more racist since I don’t really believe that to be true. But studies have shown that Black people tend to be more tolerant of diversity than white people, in general. This is nowhere more prominent than in housing.

Either way, the point of that is, while I know we’ve come a long way, I’m not sure people are fully ready to view something like interracial dating as a commonplace occurrence. Sure it’s just a commercial. But most commercials are supposed to be reflective of common life to get you to use common products. Most of us like our images of society held intact. But this is also why so many Black folks hate seeing big boneded Black women hawking chicken. For many of us, it does feel like nearly all commercials with Black folks trend towards stereotypes.

Then again, maybe we are all just stereotypes anyway. Hmmm…

At the end of the day, I think the commercial is cute. But I can’t pretend I don’t see how something as simple as a cereal commercial can stir up controversy and bring out the worst in people. There are some lines folks ain’t ready to cross yet. And its not just white people.

But when in doubt, as always, just blame Jim Jones. Or Tyler Perry. Actually, I’m surprised Tyler Perry hasn’t made a movie about interracial dating yet.

Where’s his number?

So what do you all think? Is it a big deal? Is America ready to view interracial dating, marriage, and procreation as the norm in mainstream society? OR, possibly more importantly, does the controversy over commentary on sites get overblown on stuff like this and for the most part, nobody really cares?

Talk to me. Petey.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONSIT aka MR. HALF BREED – HALF AMAZING aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

 

Giiiiiiirl You Betta Quit College and Get Yo’ Man Boo!

WTF? Exactly.

WTF? Exactly.

Or something like that.

Yesterday, on a site I didn’t even realize that I’d heard of, the two superfly, debonair brothas of VSB were cited.

Let me take a step back first and address the first part of that sentence as to not seem like I’m big leaguing. A few years back in 2010, the term No Wedding No Womb (NWNW) hit the Internets with the force of an Aretha Franklin bra release. To be honest, I had no idea where it started, what it meant (though context clues helped eventually) or why anybody gave any f*cks about this concept. In fact, it wasn’t until yesterday that I found out that the site, Beyond Black & White, and namely its founder is the one who started the whole NWNW movement. I’m pretty sure Damon wrote about it. I’m pretty sure I ignored it wholesale. I’m gully like that. Point is, I’m oblivious to a lot of things that happen online amongst the reading ninja community. Half of the articles that get people into an uproar don’t cross my radar unless Damon writes about them or some woman I know brings them to my attention. I rarely, okay, I never read any of the sites reading ninjas read to figure out how reading ninjas feel about things reading ninjas should give any f*cks about.

Which brings us to yesterday. I have my Twitter set to send me a text message any time I get a mention. Randomly, I get a text message stating that somebody is talking about as long as women care about marriage people like @panamajackson (Twitter and Instagram, follow me now!) will have a job. I’m paraphrasing but its something like that. I go to check it out and its part of some pseudo convo happening amongst some women referencing us as that site that wrote “Girl, Don’t Get Raped” etc and how we wrote the book cited and how they gave us a full stop after that. Something along those lines. Well I checked the timeline and saw some women arguing about women being told they should sacrifice education for marriage or some such f*ckery. As a f*ckery savant and procurement expert, I had to delve. They linked to some article on some site I’d never heard of…Beyond Black & White.

The name of the article immediately caught my attention as it was supposed to. It read, “Black Women Are Spending Too Much Time and Effort Going to School, They Should Be Spending Time Trying to Get Married”. Dumb ass idea aside, I figured I should read this article. Okay. I have no f*cking clue what the point of this article was and it sure as sh*t wasn’t what the title suggested. But it’s possible I’m just not as smart as everybody else. I can live with this.

But lo and behold. halfway through the article I see a reference to our book, “Your Degrees Won’t Keep You Warm At Night: The Very Smart Brothas Guide To Dating, Mating, and Fighting Crime.”

One dating advice book written by two African-American males is titled “Your Degree’s Won’t Keep You Warm At Night.” In the case of black women, like the Miami, FL based attorney referenced above, their degree’s aren’t even helping them pay off their student debt or maintain a halfway-decent credit rating.

I’d like to send a thanks for the potential new purchases of our book due to this shout-out though in the context of the article and the site I’m pretty sure we got cursed out for being men presumably telling women what else to do with their lives.

Full disclosure, I don’t mind being cited. In fact, it usually kind of rocks. I’d just prefer being included in an article that made sense. I’m still trying to get the general point. The title suggests, quite simply, that women need to close the three ring binder and focus on getting that single Olympic ring. Except that’s such a ridiculous notion I’m not even sure how it got passed editing. Or at least not the way its written.

watermelonThat only makes sense such that every woman views marriage as an actual accomplishment, which perhaps in our educated ninja complex and society, perhaps there’s merit. The regular ninjas I know stay married up though. I know women who’ve been married multiple times. Shoot, a solid 80 percent of the women I went to high school with are married. The only ones who aren’t are also extremely party-centric and ain’t about that married life. I tend to think this marriage problem is a very “high falutin’ ninja” hub problem. You know, DC-ATL-NYC-LA. I could be selling the problem short. I’ll concede this. I have a friend who talks so much sh*t about “DC men” and their commitment issues she might need to start a support group.

But, yes, marriage as an accomplishment. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Secondary to that though is this idea that women have to sacrifice one for the other. Or the higher level of educational attainment causes a sacrifice of marriage points so to speak because of the accrual of debt. And since according to statisitcs Black women are going to college at a higher rate than any other group but graduating at almost a low rate as Black men (the lowest rate of graduation) then women are going to college, accruing debt but ending no better off, so why not just cut out the middle man and focus on trying to find a husband. Or something. Basically, Black women are eschewing marriage for college while hoping to find a husband but losing out in all facets. Which totally blows.

I’m sure there’s some merit in the notion. I just think it was presented in a way that makes no damn sense whatsoever. And I’m sure somebody here will be more than happy to explain exactly how if Black women were smart, they’d go to the gym instead of college (not my opinion, just saying I’m sure somebody will say this). But it also makes it seem like there’s some secret to marriage when the fact is – and clearly I’ve never been married – it seems that for most people I know who are married it seemed like a matter of timing and meeting somebody you loved enough at a time when you were ready to make the leap. And if that’s the case then you can’t just “try to get married”. You have no control over that anyway.

For the record, my sisters, get that degree. It won’t keep you warm at night (this is true) but it can keep your heat on. Trust me, I’ve got without heat – I had no degree at the time – and that sh*t sucked tremendously. Yes, we’ve all mostly accrued debt due to our educations and yes that sucks. And yes financing one’s education often screws your ability to be the superstar you dreamt of. This is a common struggle. I just don’t see how this article truly explained how women getting degrees ruins their chances to get married. I don’t see how the two ideas were related in a way that made sense. And that would be all well and good since I read LOTS of articles that make THE dumbest links ever. Hell, I’ve written stuff that made no sense myself. Difference is, 90 percent of the time I’m doing it on purpose.

It would be all well and good if I ain’t see my brand associated with it. That’s no bueno. Not on an article that is going to make the rounds because everybody thinks its shawt bus shawty. Though that’s not really true. I read some of the comments to try to understand the article and it seems that many people think its a great article. I’m rambling since I don’t agree. So while I don’t mind being cited for better or worse (see above) I’d still prefer to be cited in something that at least made sense.

I wrote this whole post to say #shotsfired.

Do you think it makes any sense? Forget that, do you think there’s anything to the idea that women should stop trying to get those degrees mayne and should just start focusing on getting marred (assuming all women want to get married since, well, that’s the definite leap made in the article). Let’s just pretend that all the assumptions in the article are true or something. Hold me.

PJ out.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka MR. 1400+ aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

Save Me Trap Jesus Because Old Habits Die Hard

Let me hold something.

Let me hold something.

It’s no secret that I’m a well educated motherlover. Aside from the requisite home filled with many leather-bound books, I’ve been educated and received real degrees from some of the finer bastions of higher education in our nation. I’ve even had the pleasure of kicking the truth to the young Black (brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, and Haitian) youth (Teen Summit). I’ve been gainfully employed for a solid decade now at a place that garners respect from white people and certain foreign nationals. Namely, I don’t work at BET.

And yes. Shots fired.

I’ve got art.

Like actual art. The kind of art that could be referenced as a “piece” of art. Not a lot. But I’ve got some. My couch has pillows and no plastic. My ninja, my couch has throw rugs. I still don’t fully understand the concept of a throw pillow, but I’ve got them nonetheless and my dining room tables have cushions that match the table cloth.

I guess the point here is that I have somewhat overcome. What have I overcome? I don’t know. Definitely not that lack of civil rights good sh*t that Dr. Martin Luther The King was spitting. I mean I overcame that too. Bong bong. But I suppose one could say that I’m all good now, I’m out the hood now.

Actually, I’m not really out the hood since well, my zip code says otherwise. So let’s find another rap lyric.

Ah. I got it.

Mama, I made it. Or, I might not be sh*t to you but my mama thinks I made it.

And despite this fact, there are some old habits I have that have died hard. So I’m putting out a call to Trap Jesus. Save me for here are some things that I can’t seem to let go even though I probably should.

1. Putting my money in rubber bands

I’m not sure if this is hood. Or ghetto. I truly have no clue. But I still buy bags of rubber bands. And I still band up my money. And I still put 1′s on the outside so that when I pull my money out – like when I go to wineries and places other ninjas that read go to – I don’t look like a drug dealer when I need to make a purchase of some bottle of moscato. Since we all know that real OGs drink moscato. Don’t drink moscato people.

2. Purchasing and wearing Dickies apparel

I still buy Dickies clothing. And match them with my 8-pack of white Fruit of The Loom t-shirts from Target. Yes, I still rock the Cali special. I can’t help it. It’s comfortable. It’s what I’ve always worn. It is entirely possible at any time that the sum fiscal total of everything I have on from head-to-toe might not crack $100. I know people who wear belts that cost more than my non-work outfits at times. I’m not sure what this means, but I’m guessing its not a good thing.

3. Refuse to drink out of any plastic cup that isn’t red

A few weeks ago, I went to a winery – remember, reading ninjas go to these – and I had to purchase some cups for the festivities since in order to go to a wine festival being held at a winery one must bring…Hennessy. Yes, I drank nothing but Hen-do at a wine festival. Anyway, I was upset for a solid 10 minutes because I couldn’t find red Solo cups. Only blue or “festive”. But a lucky stroll down a lucky aisle attempting to find a container to transport my Hen-do inside the festival without tripping the suspicions of those allowing entrance, I saw my beloved Red cups. And the church said, yay-men.

4. I still make fried bologna sandwiches

I don’t do this often. But I definitely did this the other day. There’s not much more I can say about that without shaming my mother.

5. I still drink 40 oz on occasion

Again, I’ve got no justification for this. There’s really no good reason, but hey, on occasion, you need a 40.

I should stop here.

What old habits do you have that you maintain that you may or may not need to let go? And I don’t necessarily mean just “hood” things either. Growth my people. Growth.

It’s Monday. It’s VSB. It’s PJ week. Oh the places we will go.

Talk to me. Petey.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka MR. I DID THAT aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3