But Fried Chicken

But Fried Chicken

Apparently being black and a vegetarian are mutually exclusive.
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For two years now I've been vegetarian. I made the decision because I love animals and do not agree with the way they are treated in the mass food industry. Many disagree with my decision but that's not where I'm going with this. I'm not PETA here to throw paint on your fur. I'm here to ask why in the living hell is being black and a vegetarian such a paradox?

Yes, I know. However will I be accepted among the black masses if my plate does not both have fried chicken and collared greens? My chicken and waffles is lacking in chicken! Oh God! Oh Lordy! How can I be black?

Now that you've had time to soak in how utterly stupid that is you now understand my feelings in this situation. I tell someone I'm a vegetarian and they say "but you're black."

Yes. I am. Thanks for letting me know. What does my dietary lifestyle have to do with my ethnicity again? Oh that's right.

Nothing.

Not only have I gotten "but you're black" but also "you're not black." Not white black person but I simply am not black. After quickly giving myself an inspection to make sure all these veggies hadn't depleted me of my pigment(it hadn't) I wondered why anyone would say that. Then glass shattered and light bulbs lit up around the world as I had the most enlightening question hit me like a soul food induced heart attack.

Is my entire race defined by our fried chicken?

Don't get me wrong. When I used to eat meat my dad's fried chicken was a religious experience but I have several friends that will tell you the same. Oh and guess what. They're not all black.

Oh and guess another thing.

There is no race restriction on being a vegetarian.

Black Card Intact.

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An Angsty Poem, Written By An Angsty Girl

"You ain't never had a friend like me."
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I wrote this poem based on a previous poem I wrote in my senior year of high school. I threw it away upon writing it because it creeped me out. Looking back, I wish I had saved it because having that effect on readers is pretty powerful. I hope to convey the same feeling through this 'remake,' and hope that readers can adapt this poem in different circumstances in their own lives. A loose interpretation is ideal while reading, it is more about the essence of the poem, rather than a literal story.


A young lamb, as naïve as they go.

Blue eyes gazed upon her, craving.

The wolf whispered love,

Trust,

Honesty, she believed it true.



The spider frightened her, but she was no match,

For he dressed as a hero: The Spiderman.

Artfully woven webs intoxicated her with beauty.

Unlike any sight she had seen before, it was home.

She was comfortable in his lair.



The snake's cool voice gave her nostalgia.

The unmistakable hiss forever ringing in her ears.

Coiled around her, he vowed protection.

But the bite, oh the bite.



Loneliness is a hidden power, they know it well.



So the love turned to grief.

Beauty became disgust.

And sweet nostalgia, is now a nightmare.

She gazed upon blue eyes in a dream where naïveté ruled, and truth ceased.

It is a false illusion, but no one will know.

No one will choose to see the snake, the spider, the wolf.

They are essential tools; charm and wit,

Intelligence. To hell with it.



But I am tired, and I'll take the advice you and Frank most graciously gave me; I must sit down, I'm rocking the boat.

Cover Image Credit: Shannon McCon

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Am I A Millennial Or A Generation Z?

Who are We?
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Everyone struggles with identity. What the world tells you, what the family calls you, how your friends treat you, the way you react to situations, and how you think about the world all impact who you are as a human being.

All I see on the internet is about how Millenials are struggling to be adults and they do not want to start "adulting." So am I a Millenial, because I feel that way sometimes, but as an 18-year-old, that's normal right? So who are the Millenials and why is it bad they do not have their act together??

Well, the Millenials as defined by Google are born from 1982 to 2004 ... so about from age 35 to 14. That's quite a gap right of time?? Of course, a 14-year-old Millenial would not have his or her life together, they cannot even drive yet, but a 35-year-old not having their life figured out might be an issue... so let's see about the other generation, Generation Z or iGen.

Generation Z is dated from 1995 to current, meaning there are a few years of people in both generations!!

Personally, I do not want to be described as a Millenial who other generations hate because of the 35-year-olds who do not have their act together, but I also did not grow up with a tablet in my hand since before I could walk like I see little children doing now.

So my fellow Middlemen, what are we to do when an entire planet cannot agree on our identity, We are trapped between two separate generations that we do not even want to be a part of because we know that we are better than who the world wants to group us with... no offense.

Grouping people by generation is really annoying because there are no exact time periods that are categorized. Some say Millenials are born from 1972-1992, which would kick a bunch of people into the Generation Z but also take quite a few from Generation X, but others define Millenials as being born from 1982-2004.

Can we be Middlemen who are just called the Cool Generation?

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