(Singing to the tune of Jay-Z’s “Girls, Girls, Girls”)
I LOVE Tims, Tims, Tims, Tims, Tims…
It’s something about this work boot turned hip-hop fashion staple that makes me feel confident, sexy and able to take on the world. For starters, I don’t have to worry about my feet or ankles getting hurt because they are fully supported and protected.
I don’t have to worry about slipping in rain, snow, or God forbid having a Cinderella moment while running to catch a bus (or a horse drawn pumpkin carriage).
Timberlands GIVE ME LIFE! They now come in so many colors and styles, but nothing tops the classic “Buttas.” I got my first pair of Tims when I was a teenager. It was the 90’s, and they were purple, with a purple bubble jacket to match. You couldn’t tell me S#*! I wore those boots for 10 years until they were dark brown, and only pulled out to shovel snow. If it wasn’t for peer pressure to throw them out, I would have them.
I should still have them because it will take a long time for my 5 year old Buttas to be demoted to snow boots. RIP purple Tims. I had to get rid of the old to make room for the new.
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For several months this year, I’ve been obsessed with Beyoncé. If there was a new picture of her, I had to see it. A new YouTube video, I had to watch it. But as spring started to bloom and the winter chill lifted, I noticed my obsession was making me depressed.
Though I would never admit this to anyone, I didn’t just want to see Beyoncé, I wanted to be Beyoncé. I kept trying to talk some sense into myself, reminding myself that no one has a perfect life no matter how perfect it may look online, on TV and in magazines. Then she went to Cuba and wore the cutest outfit EVER!
My next strategy was to harshly judge her lack of modesty. “I would never wear such revealing clothes.” And, “How could she promote the objectification of women after all we have to fight for?!” But that didn’t work either. Just when I thought I was over her, she became the spokes model for H&M, released a song called “Bow Down” and dyed her hair jet black.
So, a few weeks ago, as I sat staring at her latest citing, I whispered a confession to my co-worker; “Dan,” I said, “I’m really jealous of Beyoncé; she has the perfect life and no matter how hard I look for some proof of human flaws, I find none.”
In comes divine intervention…
Last Sunday afternoon my mother sent me a text that said, “The intersection of Park Avenue and Lexington Street is being named after your great grandmother today at 3pm.” Why she waited to tell me this and only gave me 2 hours notice, I wasn’t sure. Still, I headed to the street naming ceremony.
I grew up celebrated for being the descendant of civil rights leaders. Quite frankly, I never really thought it was that big of a deal. I mean, her accomplishments happened so long ago; I could never understand why people wanted to take so many pictures of me, her great granddaughter who was obsessed with Beyoncé.
Then, as if great grandma herself descended from heaven and disconnected my Internet, I got it. I totally got it. While members of Delta Sigma Theta encircled my family and guests, holding up pictures of young black women behind bars and groups of women standing in the cold with protest signs, a message became clear.
And as if those images weren’t touching enough, one of the oldest members of the sorority stood behind the mic and asked, “What will YOU do to continue the legacy, and keep the civil right movement alive?”
After the ceremony, our family marched to see the unveiling of the sign and my life completely changed. What really matters is not Beyoncé, being pretty, funny or popular. What matters is becoming a part of the solution for our world’s problems. It matters so much that only people who make huge contributions to creating a better society become immortal celebrities.
Not to diss Beyoncé, she is one of the greatest performers of all time, but all the booty shaking in the world ain’t gonna get a street named after you. My new obsession is my
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