Yes, I am 30, but my love life is certainly not the dying carcass I thought it would be.
Black women, like most of humanity, contain multitudes, and no single data point can encompass the human experience.
I have been able to see my blackness as something that defines me, but not as something that alienates me.
So to answer your question, yes, I do accept and celebrate myself as a black woman, though I’d be curious to know what that looks like in your mind.
Statistics about black women can be both affirming and sadistic to read.
Issa Rae made fun of this in an episode of her HBO series “Insecure” when she imagined her co-worker quoting statistics that exemplified her “depressing” life as a black woman. According to a 2015 study, the median age of a black woman’s first marriage is 30 compared with 26 for white women.
So, if anything has changed in the way I use dating apps, it’s in how seriously I take them.
I’ve always had a complicated relationship with my blackness, but the older I get, the more comfortable I am with every aspect of my identity.
They comprise nearly two-thirds of black undergraduates and a clear majority of advanced degree holders. On June 18, 2007, Tommy Poindexter coaxed a woman out of her apartment in West Palm Beach, Florida by telling her that her car had a flat.I personally haven’t heard any backlash from black women who are tired of hearing about being “undesired,” but believe me when I say I understand the sentiment.It’s not my intention to draw excessive or unwanted attention to this fact, but [instead] to relate to women who are tired of the story ending there.Black women tend to date within their race more often, with black men twice as likely to intermarry (at 24 percent of marriages) than black women.And for dating apps, 2014 Ok Cupid data found that 82 percent of non-black men were biased against black women.I sense this when I see a revolving door of engagement announcements on Facebook.I also feel this way when my inbox on dating apps seems more empty than a Chick-Fil-A restaurant on a Sunday.In the one place I should have belonged — home — I often felt like an alien.Moving to New York gave me an opportunity to, for the first time in my life, blend in.Then he and nine other young black men forced her back into her home in the Dunbar Village public housing community, where they not only robbed her but engaged in three hours of rape, beatings, and torture.The female victim, a Haitian immigrant, was raped vaginally, orally, and anally, sometimes with bottles or a firearm, while they beat her twelve-year-old son in another room.