The Black Woman

I was enjoying an afternoon drive with Sweet Caroline when I saw a BLK WMN parked on the street. You're probably thinking, "Who is Sweet Caroline?'' and "Why are you referring to the black woman as a BLK WMN?" Sweet Caroline is my sweet ride. I named her Sweet Caroline because she's a sparkling Carolina blue. The BLK WMN is not a black woman; it's a car. Specifically the BLK WMN is the license plate.
Let me give you a visual...

I was initially shocked, because I was taught that your car should not identify you as a female in case of sexual assault. (Maybe a little too overprotective.) But then I could not stop thinking about what I would put on my license plate if I were going to identify myself.
So I put together some options...

The Black Joke

My friend has introduced me to this twitter account of anti-funny jokes. I am completely addicted. But I tend to be a big fan of the unconventional. Originally I wanted to tell a pizza joke, but I thought it might be too cheesy. So have a giggle at this one as a piece offering. 

Never mind that blackberries actually grow on bushes... 

Society's Child

Leaving California I was obviously sad to say goodbye to the great weather. But the highlight of my return trip was Delta's in-flight trivia game. Who wrote the song "Society's Child" about an interracial romance? I'd actually never heard it, but I was eager to give it a listen. Janis Ian was only 13 years old when she wrote this song! Such a powerful message for such a young mind. 

 

One of these days, I'm gonna to stop my listening.

Gonna raise my head up high. 

One of these days, I'm gonna raise up my glistening wings and fly. 

But that day will have to wait for a while. 

Baby, I'm only society's child.