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It's been mad busy. I have so much going on right now that I have somewhat neglected my beauty regimen.
<--gasps in horror & plucks 6" hair from chin
I had this whole convo about upper middle class Blackfolk... and I am so tired of it. Mark said his brother called him a "rich spoiled brat" and he was defending that and concluded that he is not a rich, spoiled brat, rather his brother with 3 kids is just jealous of him. (Um. Ok, Mark. Tell your mind whatever it needs you to tell it.) *lol*
And we were talking about my church and he was saying how other churches in the city say we're "uppity." I said I could see that. (My point was it's not some mortal blow to be called "uppity." Like if they call me "uppity" it has some impact on my quality of life.) So, he said what's upper middle class anyway? And I said making 90...100...120K. That's upper middle class because in the Black community, let's be real.... what percentage of Blackfolk across the board make 6 figures? And he was like, then the church across the board is not upper middle class. And I said if you go down the pews, one old lady by one old lady, no, most people dont make that, but if you look at the leadership of the church and the main core of the church...yeah...that's the average salary. I think he was rejecting the notion of labeling us "upper middle class." I dont have a problem with it --- just know you have alot of responsibility with it. We're not given good salaries just to be on vacation half the year.
<---she says from Fiji
Mark likes money and talks about money and what money can buy alot. I guess, like alot of men, he likes fancy cars and fancy women and fancy homes -- like we saw a Rolls convertible yesterday in Watch Hill and he was digging that-- and he loved the houses and all that. But I get bored talking about it. It's nice to have things, but Id rather talk about something substantive.
Hey! I forgot America's Next Top Model starts this week!
*smh* And in other news, Ive got to quickstart my plan to leave my plantation soon.
<---goes to work, digs hole with soup spoon an eighth of an inch everyday while humming "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot"
It's time to move on. Ive got to work really hard in the next month thinking clearly about my goals and moving towards them. No time for dillydallying. It's New York tomorrow. Im psyched.
<--gasps in horror & plucks 6" hair from chin
I had this whole convo about upper middle class Blackfolk... and I am so tired of it. Mark said his brother called him a "rich spoiled brat" and he was defending that and concluded that he is not a rich, spoiled brat, rather his brother with 3 kids is just jealous of him. (Um. Ok, Mark. Tell your mind whatever it needs you to tell it.) *lol*
And we were talking about my church and he was saying how other churches in the city say we're "uppity." I said I could see that. (My point was it's not some mortal blow to be called "uppity." Like if they call me "uppity" it has some impact on my quality of life.) So, he said what's upper middle class anyway? And I said making 90...100...120K. That's upper middle class because in the Black community, let's be real.... what percentage of Blackfolk across the board make 6 figures? And he was like, then the church across the board is not upper middle class. And I said if you go down the pews, one old lady by one old lady, no, most people dont make that, but if you look at the leadership of the church and the main core of the church...yeah...that's the average salary. I think he was rejecting the notion of labeling us "upper middle class." I dont have a problem with it --- just know you have alot of responsibility with it. We're not given good salaries just to be on vacation half the year.
<---she says from Fiji
Mark likes money and talks about money and what money can buy alot. I guess, like alot of men, he likes fancy cars and fancy women and fancy homes -- like we saw a Rolls convertible yesterday in Watch Hill and he was digging that-- and he loved the houses and all that. But I get bored talking about it. It's nice to have things, but Id rather talk about something substantive.
Hey! I forgot America's Next Top Model starts this week!
*smh* And in other news, Ive got to quickstart my plan to leave my plantation soon.
<---goes to work, digs hole with soup spoon an eighth of an inch everyday while humming "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot"
It's time to move on. Ive got to work really hard in the next month thinking clearly about my goals and moving towards them. No time for dillydallying. It's New York tomorrow. Im psyched.