Martini night musings.

Yesterday I had pomegranate martinis after dinner. I think they, rosebud martinis and watermelon martinis will carry me nicely through the Summer. Martini night was inspired by a week of, “Don’t touch him! Don’t touch her! Put that down! Now!” type of parenting without my husband to hand the kids to at some point in the day. I did not indulge in drunk dialing or imming, so nobody got hurt. This time. LOL.

I thought about the election, what good is really coming from the knock down drag out on the democratic side, why this year is the year of the black woman in the news. And what good does it do anyway? I mean, I think it is good for the issues of African American women to get attention and all, but can a sister get into the anchor chair on the national evening news already? At least black women are starting businesses at an amazing rate these days, deciding to take their destinies into their own hands, rather than wait for the equality at the workplace that appears to be elusive to so many. Now that Glamour crap? Shoot. All I can say about that is that I’m glad I outgrew that magazine eons ago.

I also thought about my daughter and how all of this negative image stuff affects her. Then I came to the conclusion that if I take care of things at home, the image stuff will iron itself out. For example, if Little A knows I’ll beat her a** if I ever see her THINKING about being “walking bling” in a rap video, she won’t be so quick to serve as somebody’s champagne receptacle. Image problem solved. Now I just have to find a way to stop reading these articles.