What Has My Life Come To?

January 6, 2016

The question above is what I found myself pondering last night as I sat sprawled out on the couch after my first day back in the office. Being off for two weeks certainly had me contemplating my retirement status and formulating a master plan to eliminate "going to the office" from my lifestyle. As I sat there totally drained and unmotivated, I realized I was deeply engrossed in, of ALL shows, ABC's The Bachelor; the show where beautiful early 20-somethings who seemingly fear they may never find love venture off in hopes of gaining a rose at elimination, and possibly the lucky bachelor's heart forever.

 

What has my life come to?

 

Depsite the fact that I asked myself that question during the program numerous times, I was not only unwilling to leave my spot where I'm no doubt leaving a dent on my new sectional, nor was I willing to change the channel. I was sucked in, completely invested. One after the other, each fairytale hopeful hopped out of the limo and into Ben Higgins' gaze. Blondes, brunettes, one redhead...and then there was Jubilee. That's right, her name is Jubilee, like the Christian one the old saints all wanted to be signed up for. When I saw Jubilee I immediately thought, "Ok, ABC Producers. Come clean. Why would you put my girl on here knowing she's not his type? She's definitely not getting a coveted rose tonight." There were no other girls like Jubilee in the bunch. Sure, there were a couple toasty and tan (could be passing) types, but no brown girls. #nonotone

 

 

To my surprise, Jubilee earned a rose and, from the looks of the promos, a spot on a least a few more episodes. My reaction to Jubilee led me to wonder why it is we sometimes make assumptions like that when it comes to interracial relationships. Recently, a very good friend and I had an engaging conversation about just that which began like this...

 

I was probably feeling overly "beware of #blackgirlmagic" that day, but he went on to say that a huge reason why white men don't ask out black women is because of a fear/apprehension that comes from being intimidated by the entire black family that often stems from TV and movie depictions. I countered that with my opinion that I think it would be equally, if not more stressful for the black woman meeting the white mother.

 

Ultimately, I am sure that this topic spans much further than black and white, and that similar conversations are had between couples of various races, religious, and even politcal views. The lesson for me from my conversation with Joshua, and my immediate dismissal of Jubilee is that there is no room for close-mindedness when it comes to love. I guess "what has my thought process come to?" serves as a much better question to ponder. My life seems to be going just fine. In the meantime, go get him, Jubilee!!!

 

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