Woke up to #BlackTwitter flipping out over @IssaRae’s excerpt. Here’s where she got that from...@christianrudder, co-founder of @okcupid wrote about how race affects the messages you get on one of the largest dating platforms in the world.
OkCupid is an actual data set. They, alongside other dating sites, have been tracking metrics. And those are damn good metrics with 4 million + users. You put what race you identify and then they track your interests. theblog.okcupid.com/how-your-race-…
In his book, he didn’t just use @okcupid’s data set. He uses other platforms as well. If you didn’t know 40% of Americans use online dating. Know how we always read the report that says “a new study finds.” Well this ain’t that. Here’s some hard data:
Look at the data for black women. It looks like a Malcolm X quote.
“The most disrespected woman in America, is the black woman. The most un-protected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America, is the black woman.”
Here’s some more information that’ll be super difficult to swallow:
These are response rates to women that send the first message.
*tilts glasses* Idk baby. That looks like preference to me. That looks like a #BlackTwitter worthy conversation. Now, do I subscribe to the ideology that Asian men are the ONLY men for me? Nah. I have a brotha that loves and cherishes me. Does #IssaRae? Have you seen her work?
#IssaRae is all about spectrum. From White Jay to @The_Bae_Expert (romantic interests in ABG) to polyamory (see Molly’s latest dig), to the #LawrenceHive, to Daniel, to the weird foray with homie downstairs, to mess, to struggle, to imagining.
SATIRE:
the use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.
Black women and our neglect, in and outside of dating, is a hell of a topical issue.
Also—this wave isn’t new. It’s why @blackplanet became the wave in the early millennium. 🤗
Here are two more charts that folks seemed to be zooming in on:
Whoa! That’s awesome! Look at that match rate! Here’s the thing though...matching is only the start. Replying and initiating conversation is the next step. See above for how that next step works out.
Black men are in the red too, when it comes to replies! But whoa! Look who responds to them more often—black women and Native American women. Honestly, both reply charts show two ships passing each other at 🌊.
🚢 🙋🏾♀️🤷🏾♂️
There’s also some really great/mind-blowing age charts in the “Dataclysm” book. I love the conversation that’s happening. Just wanted to provide context on where that passage came from. Check my timeline for some Black love stats. Let’s keep it going. 🤓
Again—not an endorsement...just context on the where the idea might’ve come from.
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I don’t believe that we should assign “homework” to elementary/middle school students. I wanted to “full stop” this, but my Facebook wanted to continue the debate.
Here’s what I have to say to those that are upset about the statement:
We are indoctrinating scholars to do the very thing we write self-help articles about. You read bulletpoint lists about closing the laptop, not answering work emails, and turning off devices after your 9-hour workday but...
..........scholars are required to spend an extra 3-4 hours on work after 9 hours of school?
On July 25th, 2017, my cousin Zanu G. Simpson was murdered after leaving a party. We mourned. Today, Queens will rename Hollis Avenue after you. Cousin, the black officers have the streets blocked off and they will not move until every speech is done. Today, we celebrate you.
Hollis Avenue is now Zanu G Simpson Way. ✊🏾
Whole hood showed up. Zanu we love you!
“Live everyday like its your birthday.” —Zanu Simpson
On this day, in 1963, four girls in their Sunday dresses, were murdered when four members of the Ku Klux Klan planted at least 15 sticks of dynamite attached to a timing device beneath the steps of the African American 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama.
My mother turned one, the day before this tragedy. We celebrated her 56th birthday, yesterday. Let that sink in.
These are not 5 fast facts you need to know. I will not wade in shallow paragraph history that’s in our textbooks. I will not treat it as if this pain doesn’t resound right now. I will immerse myself in it. I will call history out as it repeats itself. I will name it.
Been M.I.A. on social media. I mean, I'm always on it with the articles, but I lost complete control over consistent content once the school year started. I'm doing the work. I love it. I'm tired, but I love it. I'm not tied to it for any reason other than my students.
My PR/branding friends have been shaming me about not growing my following. My besties have been shaming me about not finding time. My family shakes their head when I lug my large bags in and out of my home. *cues @fatbellybella*
But this week, I finally had some time to get my head above water. I probably had 2 hours of free time within the last three days & honestly, they should've been spent sleeping. Instead, the moment I got home from my 9 to 5...I jumped into my company: @LangstonLeague
The #GeoffreyOwens ordeal really bothered me. I haven’t spent much time on social media these days, because I’m immersed in the work. I’m finalizing summer clients, starting the school year, and trying to find free time to still be a creative. This is the hustle.
When I came across the article, the first thing that left my lips was: SO?
We are all out here juggling and balancing in our own ways to stay afloat and sane. What is it about “celebrity” that negates humanity?
The blue check doesn’t stop the bills, it doesn’t make the deductibles lower (I’m looking AT YOU health insurance), and it most certainly doesn’t guarantee opportunity. It’s surface. & until I can walk this earth without worrying about finance...I will always HUSTLE.
It’s been exactly 1 year since this clip went viral. It’s been an amazing journey. However, my journey started long before this educational remix. It started the moment I realized that the classroom was the biggest stage I’d ever perform on.
In 2009, a woman that did work in juvenile detention centers & group homes saw me perform spoken word. She said, “I think you’d change the life of some of the kids I work with.” I’d never imagined myself as a teacher until this moment.
I spent the next three years tutoring and teaching creative writing to teen girls. I had the guidance of a mentor that would not allow me to keep my talent a secret. She pushed me to incorporate my rhymes in my lessons. She encouraged me adding elements of game playing.