Monday, October 31, 2005

Monday morning's rush hour read...

As this video jacket from a popular British flick reads, perhaps I need to assume the position... That is, start flexing my 'secretary' card when flirting for the future, b.k.a. trying to meet Mr. Right. Not that I mean to obsess on the M's of the 20-something set or anything (money, marriage, manicures, Manolo's), it's just that today's Monday Morning Rush Hour Read is entitled "What's a modern girl to do?" and happens to come compliments of NYT sex columnist writer Maureen Dowd.

The gist of her article (like some of her others from the past) centers on today's 20-somethings conscious decision to rely on 1950s tactics for pullin' a significant other. You know...being docile, nurturing, quiet, non threatening, pretty, sexy, inferior (?) and subordinate. Hmph, perhaps I really need to start flexing this "struggling to make it as a writer" secretary thing whenever I go out. Yet, while it seems like a good idea in theory, I just don't think that lowest rank in the office (well, as I interestingly learned during a workplace outing last week, the receptionist is supposedly the lowest on the office totem pole) thing would fly too well with brothers??? At least, not if you happen to be a sister...

R.

Friday, October 28, 2005

OK, somebody - anybody - send me a sane man.


Like many black women professionals living in the Big Apple, our girly (b.k.a. moi) is also having a tough time digesting the sweet yet sour realities of dating/mating in NYC. So, just like many other black women professionals in the Big Apple, I too decided to taste-test the latest flavor of dating via a 30-day access pass to an online service.

After cruising 34 pages of college-educated black "men" (I'll let you be the judge), all I found was the likes of dude featured above, username Riley Cox ( (hmph, wonder where he got the name 'cox?'), and other odd "matches" with even funnier usernames, including Givingupthegame, Buff8888 and CLK430benz.

If you think the usernames lacked good taste and a positive associations, I won't even smack you with the actual text of their profiles....

R.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Monday morning's rush hour find...

Judging by this book's cover (and the buzz cut on the babe reading it), I first thought I had stumbled across a new sub-genre of street lit for the urban lesbian. Yet, upon closer examination, I realized that this passenger's morning read represented a popular prose choice for many of my fellow rush hour commuters.

I too like to read during my trip to work and oft times find that the more interesting & exciting the material, the better my morning mood. Above all else, I also like to enforce my individual tastes, style and preferences with most opportunities and would never shoot for the cookie cutter, uber-Buppie thing outside of the workplace, unless it was among the colors I wanted to wear for that day. However, I also like my paycheck and would die (perhaps of hunger induced by a lack of funds?) if my colleagues from the stodgy investment bank spotted me deboarding the #1 with a soft cover, lusty entitled Urban Tails from the Block (you read it here first!!!).

While I may gawk at some of my fellow black professional women's reading choices, it would be wrong of me to diss another writer's work. So, with that said, I'll just let the cover speak for itself....