This is the aftermath to "Enlightened Brothas".

Hey people,

So a lot of craziness has gone down since we last spoke, so I apologize for being MIA for most of the month.

I've just been too busy with school, work, and cleaning up the mess that Tumblr unleashed on my last blog post.

Yup. "Enlightened Brothas" blew up almost a week after I posted it and became the third most read blog post within 24 hours.

This is for The Enlightened Brothas.

The more classes I take in which race and gender are discussed, the more I'm frustrated by the state of women of color on my campus. Why? Because I'm becoming aware of a new threat.

This threat is even more dangerous and harmful then the old ones I've become accustomed to since middle school.

"Black girls are ugly/loud/ghetto/stupid" aka undesirable

I hear a guy say this, and I already know what to expect from him.

This new threat isn't so blatant.

This is about how not to celebrate Black History Month.

one more week left!

1. Do not tell that "February is the shortest month of the year" joke. Everybody knows the joke. So stop. Hell, I'd take just one week for Black History if that meant classrooms would actually teach more than just Dr. King and Rosa Parks - as if my history just began in 1964. But I guess for white America my history did begin in 1964…I digress to say that the joke - much like my public school education - is stale. Move on.

2. Do not serve fried chicken and watermelon in school cafeterias to celebrate Black History Month.