I rant and talk shit on Facebook, and my friends say they wanna come home from work, grab a glass of wine, and laugh at my antics in blog form. I hope y'all happy now!
I'm a blackity black woman of Auntie age, who grew up in California, but not the cool ass Bay Area, that other half. I went to an HBCU because I always wanted to go to Hillman, and I've been working in media in the north, south, and now, back home in the west.
The name of this blog came from a writer friend I used to work with:
Friend: Girl, just order it on Amazon.
Me: Ehhh, I don't know. I don't like "them" keeping a record of every book and multi vitamin I buy. They don't need to know all that. What if the authorities use it to frame me for some covert ops shit gone wrong and I end up in Guantanamo? All because of my Amazon purchase history?
Friend: ...omg, you are QUEEN of the worst-case scenario!
Aaaand, here we are.
When I told my mom about this nickname, she said it was the most accurate description of me she'd ever heard. I choose to embrace this. The plan is to vent about the trifling shit that annoys me about dating, about these white folks who stay tryin' it on my job, and about the anti-blackness and misogynoir happening all over, but mostly in my home state. I mean, I'll probably be happy to talk about warm, sparkly, shiny things when they happen, too, but I ain't never been a "positive vibes only" headass. *shrug*