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I am not THAT Bour·geoi·sie

Sooooooo……I attended an event this week that had me so livid, I shared the experience in a chat with my sisters who encouraged me to share it with you, so if you don’t like it, blame them. I started the conversation to them in a jokingly serious text “contrary to some opinion, I just left an event that made me walk away convinced that I am not THAT bourgeois” ( …sorry I think today it is splashed on tee-shirts misspelled as boojie).

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Here is what happened: The commute to the beautiful venue was peaceful as I carpool karaoked at the top of my lungs with Eric Bellinger, tablet ready to write notes and participate in world changing discussions. Smugly looking at the frustrated faces of the commuters in the traffic leaving the city, I am relieved I was so smart to wait and come in later. I am now only 10 minutes away and parking is right next door. This is lovely….annnnndddd…..FULL STOP! If you were wondering the answer is yes….you most certainly CAN take 25 minutes to go two blocks.

Finally I arrive….greeted by the hostess, check coat, grab name tag and begin the ascent into heaven (it seems) going up the gadbillion stairs to the standing room event area.  Behold!! A standing room crowded with a sea of dark suits wearing name tags, stage, backdrop, a few highboys (so much for note taking)…..Wait!!! Is that food??!!!

I began navigating my way to the table of food. Nodding, smiling and shaking a few hands as I try not to look like I’m about to tuck a napkin in my shirt collar and hide in the aid2364974-v4-728px-Make-Crostini-Step-11corner with a full plate. To my chagrin, the smorgasbord I imagined through my no-glasses squint, turned out to be the complete opposite. In pretty dishes, elevated in varying heights on a black table cloth are  crackers that look like unleavened matzo topped curiously with goat cheese and a brown drizzle (later identified as possibly balsamic something or other), dried apricots (why??), salami, hard cheese with a lovely blue cheese crumble, more crackers a bowl of whole mushrooms floating in I don’t know what (again – WHY), bruschetta toast (nothing on top but at least there is a bottle of olive oil). For sheer survival, as I felt my blood glucose level plummeting, I grab a few pieces of the lunch-meat, cheese, some of the fancy mixed nuts and balance them on a tiny plate. Did I mention how much I despise mushrooms?

Don’t panic I tell myself just as I see people using forks. That is a great sign that there is more food. Next table…. YES, more food!! I nod and smile my way through the sea of suits wearing name tags, careful to not spill any of the mixed nuts balanced precariously on my tiny plate, to be greeted by the silver servers that promise hot food.  FINALLY!!! I walk up to the carving  of a very rare roast beef…nope. Pasta in a cream sauce with more of those whole ginormous mushrooms….nope. Did he just stick his entire hand in that bread?….pass.

Sigh….lemme go to one of the bars and get a cold (company name tag suddenly sticks to my hair) Sprite please.

Surely there is more. Must be after the speaker. One of the suits begins to speak on the microphone, introduces team, introduction of speaker and now the speaker. By now I am so hangry I am popping triangles of Related imagesalami with bits of hard cheddar in my mouth like skittles with reckless abandon and very little class as the suit closes his speech and thanks us for coming.

Alarms go off as I munch on my last macadamia That’s it? There isn’t any more food???!!!  I SPRINT to coat-check (note – there is a long line) to grab my coat and head to the parking garage ($15). Finally, home…starving and heating up my leftover lunch willing the microwave to hurry.

Guess how much the ticket cost for this lovely evening.  I’ll wait….. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY *&^% DOLLARS!! Yup. $250 for cheese and crackers (plus $15 for parking).  Afterwards I had to giggle as I reflected. I love how life is always an adventure. I met a few people and saw beautiful artwork; however, looking back on the evening I realized I am not as bourgeois as some would think as I  experience networking Under my Business Brim.

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The Mommy Wars

….like we don’t have enough to do

Mom VS MOM – By Ralph Gardner Jr.


“The pressure to be thin is brutal,” says a stay-at-home mom. (Photo: Ben Baker)

 Ann approached another mother at a school function recently and happily introduced herself. Not only were their younger kids in kindergarten together, she explained, but their older sons played in the same weekend soccer league. “She said, ‘Oh,’ and just walked away,” Ann remembers. “That was it. ‘Oh.’ It was a school event. It wasn’t like it was the steam room at Bliss where she was naked.”

Ann is certain she knows why her fellow mom dissed her, if in fact she did. It has nothing to do with Ann’s confusing on-again-off-again marriage, or the disparity in their net worths. (Ann is middle-class; the other woman is profoundly wealthy.) No, as far as Ann is concerned, the reason the other woman turned tail is that Ann works full-time. Her adversary, on the other hand, is a gloriously full-time stay-at-home mom — with all the attendant benefits that implies not only to her youngsters but also to the life of the school. A stamp licker, an envelope stuffer, an active member of the parents association, a person who can always be counted on to bring not one but two or three dishes to the annual potluck dinner — even if, as Ann suspects, she buys them and passes them off as her own. “In the school directory, you can see who has a job and who doesn’t,” Ann says, imagining the woman taking a black marker and banishing her to oblivion. Continue reading

Free your Mind

I’ve been so busy holding on to all things that I have bogged myself down. I can’t do much to help others until I allowevery-woman myself permission to feel what I was feeling and address these feelings. As many of us have been taught, we are every woman. We never let them see us sweat…..I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan. But one thing I couldn’t do, was deal with my feelings. Continue reading

The 2014 State of Women-Owned Businesses Report

The beauty of being a woman is that we are innovative, flexible, ever growing, changing and reaching! I came across this report and wanted to share for inspiration, support or just food for thought – ENJOY!Quotes About Moving On 0203-205 (Women Quotes) (8)


Click HERE to check out the 2014 State of Women-Owned Business Report that was commissioned by American Express OPEN and published in March of 2014.

This publication marks our fourth annual investigation into the state of women-owned businesses in the United States, providing stakeholders in the women’s enterprise development community – policy makers, entrepreneurial support organizations, suppliers and customers, and women business owners themselves – with information and intelligence that can aid in their efforts.

The 2014 State of Women-Owned Businesses Report contributes new and timely insights concerning the growth and development of the nation’s women-owned businesses. It also provides details on where growth leads and where it lags, thereby pointing the way to areas where policy and programmatic support can help even more women-owned firms reach their full potential.

Black Women Find a Growing Business Opportunity: Care for Their Hair

 Kadeian Brown, left, and Judian Brown own Black Girls Divine Beauty Supply and Salon, off Church Avenue in Flatbush, Brooklyn. CreditKirsten Luce for The New York Times

Posters of African-American women with long, sleek hair fill the window. Round jars of shea butter belly up to slender boxes of hair dye on the shelves. Wigs perch on mannequin heads.

What makes Black Girls Divine Beauty Supply and Salon’s visitors do a double-take is the skin color of the proprietors. “I go, ‘Look at all the faces on the boxes,’ ” said Judian Brown, recalling other shopkeepers’ and customers’ surprise when they realize she is not an employee, but the owner. “Who should be owning these stores?”

The Brown sisters’ is one small shop in a multibillion-dollar industry, centered on something that is both a point of pride and a political flash point for black women: their hair. But the Browns are among only a few hundred black owners of the roughly 10,000 stores that sell hair products like relaxers, curl creams, wigs and hair weaves to black women, not just in New York but across the country. The vast majority have Korean-American owners, a phenomenon dating back to the 1970’s that has stoked tensions between black consumers and Korean business people over what some black people see as one ethnic group profiting from, yet shutting out, another.

 The Hair Shop is one of many beauty stores on Fulton Street in Downtown Brooklyn.Credit Kirsten Luce for The New York Times

A growing awareness of this imbalance has spurred more black people to hang out their own shingles. The people producing the products have changed, too: As “going natural” — abandoning artificially smoothed hair in favor of naturally textured curls and braids — has become more popular and the Internet has expanded, black entrepreneurs, most of them women, are claiming a bigger share of the shelves in women’s medicine cabinets. Continue reading