My natural birth was made chemical, forceful, medical and surgical. The most important question here though is... Am I bothered? Well if you'd told me in advance this was how things might go, then I would have thought I'd be devastated. But in reality I'm happy.
Let's put aside the more commonly-asked question these days -- that is, should you be Facebook friends with your children -- and get down to a much more basic quandary: Can you be real life friends with them?
For many natural women today, self-confidence trumps racial pride and self-discovery takes priority over sisterhood. Convenience, time management, budget and health are on women's long and diverse lists of reasons to go natural.
My mother was my first hair stylist. Like so many African American girls, the experience of our mothers doing our hair in the kitchen is one of our first memories. I can't imagine myself with a head full of curls.
You want more male teachers and educational environments that meet the needs of all types of students? I want fair pay, more female leaders and workplace and political environments that do the same thing.
Instead of promoting female sexuality and knowledge of self, Twilight, The Hunger Games, and Fifty Shades hide these topics in a false innocence that, apparently, is supposed to make men attracted to us.
At the 2012 Olympics in London, only two African women's teams will feature among the 12 nations competing. Last year, a plucky women's team from the diminutive Central African nation of Equatorial Guinea hit world headlines during the women's football World Cup in Germany.
When my friend decided to have plastic surgery on her face and breasts, I couldn't hide my shock. I was caught off guard -- she had always been one of those cute, perky moms, dressed in the latest trend.