Om. Om. Om.
You know Iyanla Vanzant (or at least have heard of her). She’s notorious for giving it to you straight, and as she so eloquently puts it, “calling a thing a thing.” She’s perfected truth telling because good, bad or ugly she’s going to say what needs to be said –- even when you don’t want to hear it or agree.
So in the spirit of truth telling, I have a confession, okay-okay 3 confessions:
Confession #1: I get a headache when I listen to the radio now. No, it’s not from old age or the volume… I’m disgusted by what continues to get airplay. If it’s not the expletives or misogynistic lyrics, then it’s womanizing strip club tales or rape – plain and simple.
It saddens me that so many people buy into the hype and think that the lyrics aren’t directed towards them. Newsflash: these low self-esteem songs with all their creative beats and mass-market appeal are targeting you, and you bought into it. Consider this a wake up call to the unconscious: (1). Stop listening to it; (2) Fellas pull up your pants; and (3) For some women, realize that you’re more than your body parts.
Confession #2: I’m more conscious of where I spend my dollars now. I’ll be the first to confess that this is NOT EASY. What large chains have over smaller mom-and-pop shops are variety and sometimes convenience (there’s a major retailer every 2 or 3 miles in any direction).
With tons of information at our fingertips, it’s much easier today to determine if the companies where you spend your hard earned cash practice good ethics and corporate responsibility. For me, this means not supporting companies that are detrimental to the environment or support entertainers that degrade women or people of color or take jobs away from Americans.
Do you know what your money supports?
Confessions #3: I’ve “unliked” more pages and people on Facebook and “unfollowed” more tweeple on Twitter in the past few weeks than I’ve “liked” or “followed” in the past year. My social media feeds were depressing. Some people use Facebook as a personal diary, in one breath they praise God but in the next drop more f-bombs than the cast of Real Housewives of [pick a city]. Or better yet, chalked full of soft porn pictures.
Really? I mean, really?
What’s more, I’m not sure if these social media sites are in reality fostering genuine social interactions. Most conversations are superficial at best – “hi”…”hi”…”bye”…”bye”.
Since my recent unfollows, err I mean updates, my feeds are now motivating and full of positive energy from people that I would talk to offline.
I’m just calling a thing a thing.
Is there anything in your life that you were unconscious about? If you could call a thing a thing, what would you say? What would you confess?