The Fantastically Demonic World of Nila N. Brown

Hello my Lovelies! It's your Cheetah Diva here with the what's happening in her life and why am I not married to Idris Elba yet. A few weeks or a month ago, I wrote a blog entitled, "WE'RE BITCHES! The Odd Ratchetness of Black Women in the Workplace." It was about the lack of trust that we have with each other in the work place and my desire to see us more unified. One of the things that I suggested was for sistas to get together and have a lunch; have a relaxing afternoon and just enjoy one another. Well, I don't like to talk about it; I'm all about "be about it." I was leery of the idea (because, you know...some situations are just too ratchet for words), but at the end of the day, I can't say I'm "be about it" if I don't. I decided to throw caution to the wind and host a luncheon with the black women - my treat. It's not like I'm a balla, shot caller, but I can shave off a few bucks to invite the w...

Hello my lovelies! Okay, I promise - this is the last blog I'll ever do on race.  I didn't want to become THAT writer and circumstances of the last blog has absolutely nothing to do with this blog.  It just happens to be something that's been on my mind for the past couple of weeks.  Well, this really doesn't have anything to do with race per se.. .it's a general observation that I've noticed in my 20+ years of working hard for the Man.  In the middle of my message board update screw ups and Kurai Utopia Book Two's editing, somehow this issue has taken form in my mind's eye against my will and today, it sorta boiled to the surface for me. Being a writer, I must explore this.  Since I don't have very many blog followers, I'm not really expecting WW9 to break out up in here. (of note, if you've read my blog on Internet Personas, you'll know I'm really good at internet fighting - in fact, I rather enjoy it) Now that that'...