Category Archives: misogynoir

It was a year ago this month that I received an invitation from a friend to join Clubhouse, a new social media app that allows people to interact by audio. It allows you to create different rooms discussing any subject that you would like to talk about and you have the option of inviting people to your rooms or you can ramble all by yourself. You can also drop in other folks rooms and listen to conversations, and if you want to join in, just raise your hand and wait to be added to the queue.

It’s a really cool concept because you can have conversations with thousands of people from all over the world with this app and as a sociology major who loves to study the interactions of humanity, I thought this was a wonderful idea but as usual, humans fuck everything up. Clubhouse has a dark side and let me explain why.

I didn’t actually start interacting on Clubhouse until this summer and my God, these fuckers are insane. Rooms that last for days discussing who gets the biggest piece of chicken and weave. Makeup. Submission. And why Black women aren’t shit and deserve absolutely nothing in life but chaos and pain.

There are also rooms on this app that are created by scammers who claim they are “femininity” coaches and are charging $9000 per course, “teaching” broken women with low self esteem on how to find a rich husband. And these so called coaches are predatory women who doing this to their own kind because they aren’ shit. Making money off the insecurities of desperately unhappy women who believe they are nothing without a husband.

And the men who create rooms to complain about frivolous mess but claim they are millionaires. These millionaires have the time to argue with strangers for days at a time but no time to mentor the youth who need all the help and guidance they can get. Never ending arguments about shit that doesn’t matter and never any solutions to the many ills that plague the world. Ain’t worth two dead flies🪰🪰🪰🪰🪰.

And oh Lawd the illiteracy. These folks cannot form a sentence or express themselves in a cohesive manner but really expect someone to listen to their ramblings. My god American culture is headed down a dangerous path when its citizens will listen intently to people who espouse ignorant viewpoints about abortion on an app who don’t know their asses from a hole in the wall or basic biology. But will not listen to the voices of women because women are inferior because the Bible said so.

If you go to any article posted on the social media and peruse the comments, the first thing you will notice is the vast amount of grammatical errors and the vast amount of unhappiness from the people. This ignorance and misery crosses racial lines and it’s so telling of the current state of America.

You see, American culture sells dreams. It tells people that if they work hard, they will become wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. The men will met their dream girl with the tight little body, big boobs, and long flowing hair and she will love them forever. The women will meet their very own Prince Charming who’s going rescue them from a life of abject misery and they will ride out into the sunset living happily ever after, complete with a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and 2.5 children.

But reality sets in. The public educational system in this country is atrocious and didn’t prepare the students and now they are adults who are for all intents and purposes, functional illiterates and they work at jobs that barely pay a living wage. They are dealing with mental health issues, relationships that didn’t work and children they don’t want. So instead of facing their problems and coming up with strategies to fix themselves, they get on the internet, harassing strangers and spreading their misery.

Do I sound harsh and unfeeling? Yes because I’m sick of their asses. Over the past two years, I’ve experienced enough trauma and loss for ten people but it never crossed my mind to get on the social media and take my issues out on someone else. Because that’s cowardly.

I majored in sociology and sociology is the study of human social interactions so the social media is fascinating to me but as laid back as I am, I’m contemplating taking a break because it’s too much. But since I’ve decided to write a blog per day for the month of December, I can’t leave yet.

So I will be around and I truly hope that these broken people will get some help for themselves. I understand more than most in this society that it’s hard trying to live up to societal expectations and that’s why I don’t bother to try anymore. It’s a waste of time and most importantly, energy. Energy is too precious to waste on the should have beens, could have beens in life. Just do you and fuck everything and everyone.

In an excerpt from her extended essay, “A Room of One’s Own,” author Virginia Woolf examines the obstacles and prejudices that have hindered women writers before the 20^th. She deploys a number of methodologies: historical and sociological analysis, fictional hypothesis, and philosophy, to answer her initial question of why there have been so few female writers. She ties their minority status largely to socioeconomic factors, specifically their poverty and lack of privacy. Her main theme throughout the essay is that a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write creatively.

            Woolf also exposes the gender consciousness that she believes cripples both male and female writers. Most men she maintains, derogate women to maintain their own superiority and most women are angry and insecure about their inferior status in society. Male writing, then, is too aggressive, whereas women’s writing is reactive. Both genders obscure their subjects and instead focus on themselves and their own personal grievances. The writer of incandescent genius, Woolf maintains, rises beyond his or her petty gripes and attains a heightened, objective relationship with reality; the subject is the world, not the writer’s self.            She argues that the reason there were so few prominent, highly respected women authors before the twentieth century is because most women had not led lives conducive to creating great art or literature. She maintains that there was no actual body of notable women’s literature because, in the past, women did not have the education, the income, the privacy, the experiences of travel to broaden their world, or the time to write. Dominated by men throughout history, females have been denied access to education, independent travel, and to publication. Without income, women are totally dependent upon men.

           Women are responsible for bearing children, and in almost all cases have the primary responsibility for bringing them up. Few have the luxury of hired help. Although rewarding in many ways, child rearing allows for little privacy, independence and solitude, prerequisite conditions for writing, painting or composing. If privacy is nonexistent, interruptions block creativity. In this essay, she clearly states that what a woman needs is a room of her own and a guaranteed fixed income in order to write noteworthy fiction. Here she challenges women to become economically self sufficient in order to acquire the necessary intellectual freedom to create outstanding literature. She believed that the remarkable, the momentous could be found amongst the mundane details and occurrences of everyday life. She encourages women to write about all of the “minutely obscure lives” which men have ignored, and about themselves, their feelings and their reactions to the world around them.