“Les, it’s 2010 you can’t be writing about bitter black women. Combining those words alone will get people enraged.”
This was the reaction of one of my girlfriends when I explained what I was planning to write about next. A sharp woman and protective friend, her tone was a cautionary one. A warning of the angry responses that were sure to come if I penned the piece I had in my head. And while I considered heeding her warning, I decided to put my big girl helmet on and speak on what’s been on my mind.
The bitter sister is not the Loch Ness monster. She exists and I’ve met her, on at least one occasion.