In other news, for the past several months I’ve been toying with the idea of launching a new blog about dating. I want to call it Guerrilla Dating for Black Chicks. Think guerrilla warfare tactics applied to dating. But I hesitate because there’s so much to cover and it’s really been kind of hard to get my arms around the unique and multi-layered, multi-faceted issues that black women (and men, for that matter) deal with in the dating world. It’s a conversation that seems to have reached a fever pitch this year and having spent so many of my adult years on the dating scene I feel compelled to weigh in…heavily. And you can tell by the title I’ve got tons to say…tons.
So that’s where Wife.Mom.Cynic. is…the last eight or nine months with no blog posts can pretty much be summated in two paragraphs. Right now I need an injection of clarity and creativity to get Guerrilla Dating for Black Chicks going because I promise it will be a wellspring of unfiltered admonishment, guidance and guerrilla tactics that are guaranteed to work...maybe.
Stay tuned…and feel free to shoot me your ideas, two cents or questions.
In the meantime, isn’t this the most disturbing depiction of a child conceived in love that you’ve ever seen?
