Guest Blog: Charlamagne the God & Rape Culture by Kiana Chambers

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A couple weeks ago The Breakfast Club held a discussion on their morning show about rape culture and moral honestly. Charlamagne starts the podcast off by giving himself “donkey of the day” for not realizing the severity and reality of rape culture sooner. He then goes on to rattle off a list of things that we (yes we that includes me, you, ya daddy and ya momma too) ALL grew up on with regards to rape culture.  He rattles off all forms of rape culture from touching a girls butt at Freak-Nik to “running a train” on a girl without her consent. He talks about movies like Revenge of the Nerds and how a lot of rape culture was used to validate a mans “manliness or cool factor”. However, he makes sure to emphasize that no matter how big or small the incident was, it was all WRONG. He says “If we are being personally accountable and morally honest” we will reveal that a lot of men were raised on rape culture.

But what I liked the most about this podcast was that not only does he condemn himself, his friends, and our black brothers for adhering and embracing rape culture but he then turns the conversation to something constructive and asks people to call in with solutions.

The first caller is so oblivious about rape culture, that he calls in to say that he did not grow up “on all of that” but he “grabbed a couple asses or something.” Completely ignoring the fact that this IS in fact a part of rape culture.

I think this podcast was powerful because rape culture is no longer something we have to tip-toe around or whisper about. Unfortunate as it is, it’s a part of all of us, from the men who have carried it out to the women who have allowed it to continue. The sooner we acknowledge it’s existence the sooner we can start to dismantle it and build a better future not only for our women but for our society as a whole.

It’s nice to know that people are finally starting to get it.

It’s all apart of #TheNewParadigm.

Share your own relection on Charlamagne’s powerful message after watching the video below:

Howard, How We Love Thee: Prelude

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I wanted to start a series to slowly recount my college experiences and reflect on my journey here at the real HU. I had to conduct a survey and the questions were regarding assisting high school graduates with their college questions. Below is mine and my answer:

I imagine college is nothing like any of the movies or TV shows I’ve seen. Am I right? Can you describe what it is like?

Howard really does remind you of “A Different World” (a TV show you should watch), probably even moreso in the past like the 90s. So I would check that out. But, Howard reminds you of an all-Black high school full of different cliques that operate like mob families. But Howard is also like a big family reunion where everywhere you go, no matter who you talk to from the shuttle driver to the caf workers to people in the A building, someone is looking out for you, encouraging you and loving you. College in general though is all up to you (at Howard they do coddle us a bit more); you have to take care of yourself personally, you have to make sure you are up for class, etc. If you are someone who is used to their parents/guardians doing everything for them, college will be a wake up call… but a necessary one so don’t be afraid. You can be anxious but not afraid especially if you decide to join the Howard Family, someone here will always have your back.

What would you have responded? Comment below.

Know Yourself, Know Your Limits… a Drake Verse

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I went out with one of my best friends, Jade. As we didn’t actually leave the house until after midnight and everything in Pittsburgh closes, we went somewhere close by to get drunk in our bummy fits. It was the night of Black Friday so there were tons of people out. We left the more…. diverse part of town to go to the hob-knob Shadyside area to a bar called William Penn Tavern.

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I drank two whiskey sours and two shots of, yes you guessed it, Jameson. The whiskey sours were like a double so I guess I drank four.

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The yellow drink was mine. I couldn’t tell you what that blue thing was.

So what did I eat to cover all this liquor? An hour prior to this girls night out, I had 4 good spoonfuls of taco salad about an hour prior. Earlier that day, around maybe 3 pm I ate Uncle Sam’s Sub chicken cheese steak with fries and sweet potato fries. As you can guess, the little I had on my stomach equaled me being tore up. To top it all off, I left the bar at 2 Am to then go eat ramen noodles– nasty, cheap and inedible. I threw it up.

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these are the horrid ramen noodles… never again

And this started my 24-hour bout with throwing up bile.


Here, is the Drake Verse- my sad sad song I sang to anyone who listened. No one cared because I am 21 and should know better…. you would think I would, but nah. So I lay with my head in the toilet deciding that if God let me off the hook, I would give up the drinking craft.

I tell this story so someone else out there looking to have a fun Friday night won’t make the same mistake. Eat quality, wholesome food like bread, steak, green ruffage. Drink water. And never ever eat after a drunken night especially not no cheap noodles.

Also, this is a lesson to know your limits personally as well. Telling people no and doing what’s best for you especially when you know your plate is already full. For example, I knew I had lots of homework and couldn’t afford a hangover, but I let Jade talk me into drinking hahahaha (it’s not Jade fault I just like pickin on her).

I still rep Jamo in a Wine Glass all day… but I may need to take a lil breather from partaking in the Jamo part, just in time for finals season.

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A screenshot before I knew how big of L I would take.

THANKS-GIVING

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I went home to Pittsburgh for Turkey Day. While I was traveling on my 6.5 hour bus ride, I realized that this exact time last year was the last time I saw my Aunt Jackie, one of the matriarchs of my family. This was the first Thanksgiving without her… so crazy. All I could think about after was I must be cute for the holiday as my Aunt Jackie was always jazzy and so full of life no matter how sick she was.

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Thank you GOD for letting me spend time with my family and friends before coming back to finish out the semester. My spirit needed that.

These pictures are of my family (aunts, uncles, great cousins, cousins, sister and grandparents) and friends from forever till forever (Jade from age 5 and Mariah from age 11).

Love You Aunt Jackie RIP.

P.S. I’m never going out with Jade again because she had me throwing up bile for an entire day…. sorry if that’s TMI but find out more in my next blog “Know Yourself Know Your Limits… a Drake Verse”.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S … How Many of Us Have Em?

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‘Tis the season of giving and letting people know how much you appreciate them. When you are giving out your compliments and little love tokens, be sure not to leave out your friends. They the ones holding you down when your family can’t. They are the ones making sure you are emotionally fed and socially charged.

With all this said, this is also a time of re-evaluation of your friends- weeding out the takers from the givers. As you go into the New Year, you want to cleanse your mind, body and soul from the negativity (however that classifies for you). You want a “fresh slate” as you go into a new year full of new opportunities, great memories, money, love and life.

Love on your friends and say “buh bye okurrrrr” to the ones who are trash. You know who they are…

Your blood= your family and they generally do want the best for you. But, not all of them and not all of the time. Keep that in mind. Also, keep in mind that things that they are dealing with or they regret can easily be projected on to you and your life and your journey…. try not to let that happen.

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It really be your own people sometimes bringing you down. The moral of the story is: everybody who you call your mans, is not reallllly your mans. And every opinion you receive or advice you get, doesn’t need to be used by you at all or at least at that moment. Take what people say with a grain of salt because you are the only one who can truly see the vision. BE YOURSELF, and if you don’t know who that is yet BE WHOEVER YOU WANT TO BE.

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I promise this is the only way to live.

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Well. It is officially winter time. Woohooo!!! Bust out the furs or the faux furs for those of us who are either A) Broke AF and can’t afford a real fur, B) Work for PETA, or C) Broke AF so they pretend they are animal lovers so people won’t find out.

The only issue with winter time is that it means it is unfortunately cuffing season.(For those that don’t know, cuffing season is when you find a nice temporary bae to keep you occupied for the winter months; they ultimately get dropped when it gets warm so one is free to be a “hoe” again). Now, I say it is unfortunate because for those of us (cough, me, cough) that aren’t already taken we now must go out and hunt for someone to tend to us, coddle us, and basically be our full-time buddy during the brisk months of the year. No one likes to go hunting when its cold: it’s not as easy to get out the house, it is harder to look cute, and less people are out so there is a smaller pool of people to choose from.

Thus, if you are like me cuffing szn really is lonely szn and I ended up tending, coddling and buddy-ing up with myself. Luckily, I found a huge teddy bear to be my bae and a gallon of Jameson to keep my warm.

Here it is below for any of my followers who wants to bless me during this giving season:

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This Was Not Planned

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THEY say some of the best days are the ones that aren’t planned. Now I know I told yall not to listen to THEY, but just this one time…

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As I said in my previous post, Mr. SadLife himself aka Zach had adventure time with me as we went museum gallivanting, drinking and culturing. We had so much fun and got some good pics out of it too.

Wait Till After the Tour

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Last weekend I FINALLY got to go to the National Museum of African American History and Culture. All thanks to @yardsofhappiness // @professordwj  *she’s the reason I write this blog in the first place.

This experience was so great and made me teary-eyed (I didn’t actually cry cuz you know… thugs don’t cry). To see MY HISTORY, OUR HISTORY being displayed in such a meaningful and beautiful way is almost unworthy of words. One of the saddest parts was seeing Emmett TIll’s casket and hearing his story (I didn’t get pictures of this because I am a respectful human being).

See some of the pics from my visit:

We enjoyed our time so much, my friend, Zach, and I decided to go visit a few other museums in D.C. We did this after we drank wine and stopped for a beer of course. To see some of our drunken adventure please proceed to “This Was Not Planned”.

Tip of the Week: Don’t Drink Champagne!

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Literally, I know we all think champagne is the equivalent to a posh lifestyle, but I’m here to tell you that, that just can’t be. Champagne gives the largest headache on this planet Earth and whoever the asshole is who decided it would be smart to mix with wine in the form of sangria, well he deserves to be let go! (If it sounds like I’m hurt, trust me I am because I had stuff to do that day).

Other than that though I had a great day Thursday (check out my post “wait till after the tour” to hear about my lovely museum excursions).

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