The Depressing Life Of Mary Jane

Last night, we finally got to see what the fuss was all about with Being Mary Jane starring Gabrielle Union. I’ll admit overall it was a good show and the look was the best quality I’ve ever seen on BET, but it was depressing to say the least. Didn’t you think so?!

I couldn’t help but think “this is really some poor black woman’s life,” and cringe. Television is supposed to be an exaggeration of life not an exact depiction. It’s suppose to still give you something to believe in and a reason to root for the main character. There was no real light at the end of the tunnel for her. I just felt bad for her all around. She’s single, sleeping with a married man, secretly jealous of her niece because she has children, and she basted sperm from a condom for God’s sake. Oh and baking cake at 2 in the morning, did any one else find that alarming? Please tell me that isn’t depressing to watch as a black woman.

If that was my life being mimicked I wouldn’t be able to watch it. There’s just no way because it would hit too close to home. The only fabulous thing about Mary Jane are her tangible items- clothes, weave, house, and car. Other than that she isn’t happy in any shape or form. She’s back pedaling to men from her past and crying on the shoulder of a gay man who has a partner. Can her gay friend being single too at least? lol Where are her girlfriends at with the wine and shit talking to cheer her up?

I just didn’t realize being a black successful woman was this complex. I pray I never have to find out first hand either. At the end of the show I’m still confused on the point of it. Granted I will continue to watch it, but I need Single Ladies back on ASAP. I need to see women with more glamour, power, and seem to at least have fun and an active dating life. I’m not about Mary Jane’s life at all. I see where there could be strength in watching her, but she’s nothing little girls should seemingly look up to.

At least Olivia Pope is running DC, has power, and a team that will do anything for her. Keisha and Raquel are dating men left and right while attending grand events with the elite of ATL. Mary Jane just goes to work fighting to get to nightly news, enables her family, and has sex with men that makes her feel empty after. DEPRESSION ALERT!

For the record, that was very dumb of her to stand him up at the diner (or wherever the hell they were meeting) with that dumb ass speech only to let him come in her house with tortilla chips and salsa then sex her. That was backwards as hell! He could’ve brought her a real meal like Chick Fil A or Waffle House or Chipotle. Don’t you think?!

Well, if this show does anything for the single black woman I hope that it motivates us to take a good look in the mirror whether to prevent or cure our lives of unhappiness. I’m certainly NOT about Mary Jane’s life and you can quote me on that in the future. Although, I would love to have her house.

Memory Lane

Cause You Are My Baby, Baby!

Watching the BET Hip Hop Awards took me back to some memories.

I will never forget when I fell in love just a week before my 12th birthday. He was my first rapper.

It was summer 1998 and I was laying on the carpeted floor watching MTV Jams (the summer edition) with my sister while visiting my dad in Las Vegas. This video came on with a melodic voice, Faith Evans, and this chocolate, bald, rough rapper with a deep raspy voice that was kind of low to match the music.

His name was DMX. The video was How’s It Going Down. I had never heard of him before because I didn’t have cable when he came out earlier that year. I was in love though and he was my Maaaaannnn!

Looking back, what was I thinking?*laughs to self* I mean I could use the excuse of being an adolescent but this love lasted until Kanye West hit the scene.

I was a ride or die fan no matter what the media said about him. I use to be so disappointed every time he was slated for the VMAs and didn’t show up. Eventually, all the ups and downs (including jail) he became out of sight out of mind.

It’s sad to think about it because I had just about all his albums, his autobiography, and a huge poster of him on my bathroom door- so I could see him as soon as I woke up.

I began to like Kanye, but when that poster fell down in late 2004 from the tape getting old I truly believe it was the demise of what we had.

Seeing him perform a few of his biggest hits with Swizz Beats alongside him on stage took me all the way back. I truly loved me some him.

The other teenage memory was brought about when LL Cool J was being honored. My first boyfriend/love and I had what became an inside joke between us to I Need Love.

Anybody who’s ever had an intimate relationship knows that inside jokes are apart of what makes it intimate. I can’t remember how it got started but at some point when I would get mad at him he would start rapping “when I’m alone in my room…” and we would just bust out laughing (moreso me than him with my goofy self).

Well that’s about it for my walk through memory lane. Share your thoughts on the awards. Do you have any good memories from hip hop songs or artist?

-TheJournalist25 xoxo