You Needa Make More Money Than Me

Call me ole’ fashion but. . . I’d rather that you’d make more money. Does that make me a bad person? Should I not say this out loud? This is ideally in the most ideal sense. You, the man, make more money so I, the woman, won’t have to feel obligated to work [so hard or more than four days out of the week]. But considering that in a few short years, I will be making a nice chunk of change, this really limits my options. And is this wrong? In the practical sense, hell-to-the-yeah.

Watching the CNN special ‘Black in America‘, as tepid and lukewarm were their attempts at grappling the “issues”, just reaffirmed the fact that, as a successful African-American woman, I have to be true to my roots. And my roots are firmly planted in the fact that I don’t want to have to worry about where the next dolla is coming from to pay the rent, nor feel obligated to go to a [high paying] job every morning. Even worse, waste the best years of my life chasing the almighty dollar to maintain a certain lifestyle. You should. And if you are smart, you’d make your money work for you, leaving you more time to watch all those soccer games the kids are in. Afterall, I baked cookies for the post-game party, and by “baked” I mean “H-E-B Central Market baked” (or “Whole Foods baked” for you Northern Buppies).

But seriously, if this is how I feel, then I need to expand my horizons and get used to the fact that I will eventually raise biracial children who will have to identify with both their black and green (dolla bill) roots. Money talks.

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