Black Gender War: Converse a case study analogy

This is a re-print from another post. Think it deserves its own space.Converse a case study analogy

In 1974 Nike came on the scene (registered as trademark) and instead of evolving and adapting Converse shrugged arrogantly (or, poked out their lips, rolled their eyes) and said, “We’re Converse we don’t have to change or compete”.  Converse was a conservative stodgy company of another generation that had gotten comfortable, slow and/or resistant to change and uninteresting. Nike, a hip flexible bold visionary company, zoomed right pass the king of the block. By 1980 Nike had 50% market share of athletic shoe market and went on to purchased Converse in 2003.

In the early 70’s the country was changing, over the next 30yrs the American demographic landscape would evolve. This would have an effect in many quarters, including interpersonal relationships–‘where boy chases girl until she catches him’.

In the American Black woman echo chamber there was a Converse like arrogance and the sentiment; we’re the shit, been the shit, where else are they (men) gonna go?   By the 80s they had grown more comfortable. “I can do bad all by myself”, “I don’t need no man”, etc. was the battle cry.  They exhaled (and flexed) on any and every platform that would shove a mic or camera in their faces. The tone then changed because the marriage numbers were embarrassingly low and they needed to explain to America why? Of course, you don’t want to admit that they aren’t beating down the door so presto, as deflection, you come up with plausible denials like, “can’t find a man”. Playing on all the stereotypes they new mainstream American would buy.  Somewhere in there for a while it was, “Black men have more interracial dating options and it isn’t fair”.  Hard to keep track though because it is all a self-serving convenient circular mind-fuck.
Anyway, black men heard how black women felt about them (what they were willing to say to mainstream America about their dads, uncles, brothers, cousins and friends) and quietly, without fanfare, voted with their feet. Except, that is, Jamal’s thirsty hit it and quit it dad (he told you) who is now in jail, dead, gone or not interested.  (Spent their years snubbing one set of guys while they scratched and stumbling over each other for the same small 15-20% of the guys). Time passed and things got quiet,  starting in the 90s women  looked over their shoulders, expecting a sea of men groveling at their feet and to their surprise and no one was there.  Things went from, where are they gonna go to, where did they go. (Which they then re-framed, packaged and sold as “abandonment”, again playing on stereotypes mainstream America is ready to buy). Many guys simply opted out, never to get married, others found the retail world of women; they come in all shapes, sizes and colors (plus the DR/ Rio) and discovered sweetness.

Having tasted sweetness, how it feels to not be a defense attorney or on probation ( I know how you black men are), how it feels when women actually like you; there is no turning back. Those men are not coming back, especially not to clean up yours and Ray Ray’s mess.

Most American Black women born after about 1970 don’t have the DNA for sweetness.  The ones that do (you know who you are) are off the market by 30 or shortly after. The others, when they’re not cheer-leading or “uplifting” each other (gets heavy I know), they double down on browbeating, as some weird mating call.

All these years later, on a Friday night you can still see this scene from Waiting to Exhale. A bunch of women who should have been off the market years ago and now finding that, you can’t have it all (even Ms. Anne can’t what made you think you could?).  Now, the “Only thing on the menu is crow!”

It would seem like introspection is in order but nah, they’re doubling down on what hasn’t worked because they (unless they escape the echo chamber, which I highly suggest) just do not have the technology.  This, youtube beefs, lawsuits, flagged channels, boycott movies because of someone’s wife, etc., etc. is just what the unraveling looks like, got my popcorn.
It is all simply sour grapes. Black women fell for it, the delusion that they own black men (most think they do along with being morally superior-which is why any discussion, debate, etc. starts with the frame of: you’re guilty black man and we’re innocent).   So we have the narcissism, that you’re at the center of a black man’s life, everything starts and ends with you and the delusion, that you can do something to reverse this.  But it is neither here nor there, a black man’s life is for him to live and there is a world full of women.

Retail world of women:

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