Being Woke and Identity Politics

Being woke has been a thing for a while. I’d say since 2013/2014 or so. It picked up heavily in 2016 with all that was going on that year. By the end of 2016 everyone was woke, including me. It really spread like a wildfire. For a time between 2017 and last year, it seemed as if everyone wanted to out-woke, one another. Person A was woke, but Person B was woke-er. Celebrities and media personalities started getting into wokeness, and then shit really hit the fan. Twitter was a wild site for a minute. I remember some of the fights that happened between liberal/woke celebrities and regular folks and conservative celebrities. It was funny and obnoxious. People were really fighting hard.

I grew tired of woke-ness when the pandemic hit in the midst of what would end up being one of the most embarrassing and absurd election cycles in recent history. Don’t get me wrong, the 2016 election cycle was bad, but last year’s cycle was even worse. People really were losing their shit last year. Woke-ness really was at an all time smug high. Everything became a test of who was woke. It got really annoying, really fast. During all this, identity politics had picked up speed as well. Before 2016, identity politics was a thing, but not so blunt in everyone’s face. From 2016 to last year, and even to today, identity politics permeates everything. Like woke-ness, identity politics is another barometer test. How many identities can you check off of a box. Person A is a cis-gender lesbian Black American, but Person B is a non-binary pansexual neuro-divergent Native American. You see the issue here. Everyone wants/needs a label if you are following the identity politics scheme.

Identity politics is obnoxious too. Instead of focusing on what qualities someone has, it focuses on small details of that person. Yes, your race, gender, sexuality is part of who you are, but it is not ALL that you are. Yet, this culture war wants everyone to believe that their race, gender, and sexuality is the most important thing ever. It isn’t. I understand the human need to be apart of something, but identity politics isn’t the way to go in my opinion. I don’t believe that identity politics is helpful. It causes more division than anything. I’m tired of division. It’s exhausting to be honest.

There has to be a better way to exist. The culture wars are annoying. The woke-ness is annoying. I’m Black yes, but that is not the end all be all to my identity. I want there to be a time in our lives where our race/gender/sexual orientation isn’t that big of a deal. We are like a pie, our race/gender/sexual orientation, are pieces of our pie. We are all humans first, and if we don’t come together, we will always be at war. When are we going to get tired of fighting one another?

America is Exhausting: Part Two

Last year was one hell of a year! I wrote about my frustrations in this post: America is Exhausting: A┬áRant. I’m finally ready to add a part two. So, as I discussed in a previous post, I’ve been having trouble writing. Well, I’m slowly getting back into the habit. In my post from last year, I talked about how exhausting the political climate was, the chaos unfolding in the streets, and how everyone was so hostile and tense over the most banal things. The political climate hasn’t calmed down much even with a new president, and with the pandemic still raging on, people are even more short tempered and hostile. I had to literally re-arrange my social media feeds and stop watching the daily news, because everything was so wild.

I love America, I also recognize that America has it’s problems. There is no need for me to harp on those issues, at least not in this post. I think the climate we are in right now is one that is hell-bent on division and chaos. We live in a time where everyone seemingly hates America and is all too eager to list out this country’s problems. I find this counterproductive. It has only caused more strife and harm among us as people. I’m tired of the arguing, I’m tired of the fighting, I want us to come together. Yes, we can all acknowledge that America has problems, but we can also find common ground. I want the best for this country. I want us to learn from the past and work together to create a bright future for those that come after that. In order to do that, we need to cut out all the political nonsense and find common ground.

Democrat vs Republican, Gay vs Straight, White vs Black, its all distracting us from our greater goal, uniting America. This is the United States of America, after all. Maybe, I’m too idealistic, and things have gone way too far off the rails. I’m just honestly tired. I want better for America, but I believe the only way we can get America to be better, is by stopping all the fighting and coming together as one.

Throwback Music

I’m still in a bit of a down spell, so this post won’t be too long. I’m bored on my day off so I’m been going down a throwback music rabbit hole. Here is some of the songs I’ve been bopping to:

Whitney Houston ft. Faith Evans and Kelly Price: Heartbreak Hotel
Fantasia: When I See You
Beyonce: Freakum Dress
Jazmine Sullivan: Need You Bad
Usher: U Got It Bad

Dealing with Writing Insecurity

So, I have had this blog for 8 years. There have been times where I felt more comfortable posting my opinions on here versus anywhere else. I have talked about politics, music, television, mental health, and so much more. Yet, for some reason, I’m starting to feel insecure with what I write. I’ve always been a quiet person, and writing has allowed me to express myself especially during times where I couldn’t in real life. This blog and my personal journal have been a saving grace when I needed it. I have dealt with writer’s block in the past and I wasn’t active on this blog for some time because life got in the way as well. As I come back to the blogging world, I’m feeling a bit insecure. I’m feeling like my opinion does not matter. Not so much matter like change the world with my words, but matter in the sense that I have a right to have an opinion at all. Before I started my blog, the only time i would share my opinion on anything was when I was writing in my personal journal. I did not grow up in a household where speaking my mind was allowed. I poured all my emotions into my journal because that was the only place I had where I could truly express myself.

I grew up during the start of social media. I remember when I first made my Myspace page. I enjoyed Myspace even though my parents made sure they had access to my page. When Facebook started popping off, I got on there too, but the same caveat, my parents monitored my page. When I say monitored, I mean, they made sure they were on my friends list, so anytime i would post something, they could see it. So again, even though I was on social media, I still couldn’t truly express myself. Then Twitter came along. I joined Twitter in 2011 at 19. My parents couldn’t oversee my Twitter because I had the app, not the desktop version. It was on my phone, which I did not allow them access to. At that time, my phone was the only material item I had complete control over. I’ll admit, I was pretty wild on Twitter in my early days. As I have mentioned numerous times, I started this blog in 2013, so I was on Twitter for a good 2 years before I came to the blogging world. I’m still on Twitter now. Twitter was where I could really let loose. Nobody knew me, so I could say what I wanted without fear or worry. I could finally speak my mind. Twitter became my safe space. I then started my blog and that opened up more of a space for me to speak my mind. Many of my earlier posts on here are simple musings of how I felt at time with other posts mixed in. The purpose of my blog has always been to share my view of the world with a bunch of strangers since the people in my real life didn’t give two fucks about what I felt or had to say. So, I had Twitter, this blog, and my personal journal to express all my feelings.

Twitter, this blog, and my personal journal really gave me the space I needed to express how I felt as I was going through such difficult times. I still love Twitter. I still love this blog. I still write in my journal. However, I feel like I shouldn’t be writing. I don’t know how to describe this feeling. It’s like imposter syndrome mixed with writer’s block mixed with depression?? Lately, when I try to sit down and write a post, it feels daunting. For example, I wanted to do a political post where I update everyone on my political stance and share some other insightful things, but when I sat down to start typing, I stopped. I just couldn’t type anything. I started thinking about whether I should even be writing about that even though I have written political posts before. I thought about how so much has changed in my personal political views and how I didn’t want to offend anyone, but also that I couldn’t hold my feelings in either. I was caught between a rock and a hard place in a way. I want to be free to express myself and all that I learn, which has always been the purpose of my blog, but I also have the innate need to be liked. I don’t want to piss anyone off, but then again I don’t want to care so much about how others view me. I don’t know.

Most likely, I will eventually write that post. I will probably be writing a lot of posts that shine a light on how I’ve changed over the last few years. The feelings I have right now, I am just going to feel them. Its valid, I know. It’s strange. Absolutely. I’m going to keep trucking. Writing this actually helped. I think reiterating why I started this blog and going back over my time as a sheltered, controlled teen, who couldn’t express myself, is helping me see how import my writing is, not to others, but to myself. As I mentioned earlier, when I could not express myself in real life, I went to my blog, my personal journal, and Twitter. I didn’t care who read it. I didn’t worry about offending anyone, I just wrote. I need to get that feeling back, but I don’t know how. How do I get back to writing and not caring how its perceived?? How do i get back to writing freely without mincing words? I don’t have answers for these questions right now. I hope I can regain that spark. We will just have to see, I guess.

Planet HER Album Review

Doja Cat released her third studio album Planet HER a few weeks ago. I have been listening to Doja for only about a year and a half or so, Hot Pink was one of my favorite albums of 2019, so I was excited when she announced her third album was on the way. When I listen to an album for the first time, I listen all the way through, then I give the album a preliminary score. When I go back to listen a second and third time, is when I build out my song rankings and give it a final score.

Planet HER is a good album. My preliminary score was 9/10. The album has 14 songs. Doja put out a deluxe version a few days later that includes 3 new songs, I listened to it, but I’m not including them in my rankings or final review.

Ranking

  1. I Don’t Do Drugs ft. Ariana Grande
  2. Alone
  3. Options ft. JID
  4. Love to Dream
  5. You Right ft. The Weekend
  6. Ain’t Shit
  7. Kiss Me More ft. SZA
  8. Payday ft. Yung Thug
  9. Been Like This
  10. Woman
  11. Naked
  12. Need to Know
  13. Get Into It(YUH)
  14. Imagine

Final Thoughts

I’m keeping the score at 9/10. I really loved the Ariana Grande feature. Ariana has been bodying her features lately. Planet HER is certainly going to be on my year end music review list. Doja did really well with this project. I’m excited to see the live performances of some of these songs. You can listen to Planet HER on all streaming platforms

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