You’re Dead, Yo. Do I Really Have to Celebrate Your Birthday?
Angry Black Lady is tired, y’all. Tired of fake holidays. Tired of not knowing what and who the holidays are for, and most importantly, tired of not knowing when to or when not to go to work. February Pisses Me Off.
Given that it’s Black History Month, I’m sure I’m supposed to write something about the triumph of the human spirit over societal trappings, or about how men and women were stolen from their lands, corralled and chained onto ships likes beasts and forced to travel great distances to places unseen only to be ripped from their loved ones– wives separated from husbands; sons separated from fathers; babies stripped from the arms of their wailing mothers– and forced to work for no pay and no decent standard of living.
