Are Women Becoming a Dying Breed?

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Are Women Becoming a Dying Breed?

Written by: Donielle Pace

The other day black social media went insane as the video trailer of a sextape starring Love and Hip Hop Atlanta cast member, Mimi Faust with her boyfriend Nikko was leaked. The sextape spread instantly, and before the sun set, everyone had seen how Mimi gets down.

Over the seasons of Love and Hip Hop Atlanta, Mimi was known for berating and belittling her baby daddy’s, Stevie J, other woman now wife, Joseline Hernandez. She constantly referred to her as a “hoe” or “slut.” Now, it seems that Mimi was being the pot calling the kettle black.

However, like Mimi, so many other women have taken this route and exposed themselves (Kim Kardashian) all for a profit. What has happened to women’s integrity, self-respect, and dignity? Is society changing that much where women only see themselves as sexual objects and that is all they have to offer?

The sexual exploitation of women is not new, but it has reached an all time high. The value of a woman is depreciating, and we can no longer blame men. We are devaluing ourselves.

Of course, we are exposed to half naked women on videos, but now it is becoming more than an image; it’s becoming a lifestyle. No longer does it seem like women want to earn professional, self-worthy careers. Those types of careers do not gain them the attention they want. Social media has raised the stakes with how many “likes” you can get on a picture. Women, mainly from my observations black women, are doing any and everything to get those likes too.

Stripping or seductive modeling are the careers women are aspiring to have as my timeline gets filled with half naked women. I don’t try to knock anyone’s hustle, but how long do you ladies think your bodies will remain intact? Have you ever seen Oprah exploit herself for a check? However, she gets plenty of checks.

If women like Oprah are getting scarce, then who will our daughters have to look towards for guidance? I know it is up to the parents to steer their children in the right direction, but if the mom is exploiting herself then how will her daughter learn any value, respect, or worth? What values will we teach them? Will they ever know that they are precious gems?

The generations after us are spiraling downhill quickly, and we are contributing to its fate. Young girls are letting it be okay to have boys constantly call them out of their names and hit on them because they do not know that it is not right.

Us, women, want to belittle men and say that there aren’t any real ones anymore, but what happened to women. We are a dying breed. The symbolic nature of a woman to be the backbone for a man is non-existent.

Our ancestors passed down a legacy for us all to walk with our heads held high. The mere presence of a woman embodies strength, power, and beauty. We are made of high standards and should keep them at that level. Look deep into the mirror and see pass the beautiful figure that stands before you. Then look deeper and see the generations of women you will reproduce. Think beyond yourself and let’s resurrect the woman that has died inside. CGM

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Maya Angelou

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