B*tch is the New Black

There is a book by a Washingtonian by the name of Helena Andrews called “B*tch is the New Black” that will hopefully be turned into the black version of “Sex in the City”. Just sitting down and reading the article in The Washington Post got me hooked. I want to read the book and keep a look out for the tv show which will be being taken over by the Producer of Gray’s Anatomy (can we say amazing, awesome….).

The story goes a little something like this…..
“Andrews writes about what it is like for a young, black woman dating in D.C., trying to find a mate who seems ever elusive. The futile rituals are familiar: the dressing up, the eager cab ride over to the party, the hold-your-breath as you walk in, scanning the room quickly for any looks returned. The mantra sounding in the back of your head: “So-and-so found a man last year at a party like this. Maybe tonight is my night.” Then one by one, the men prove to be disappointments and disappointing: married, uninteresting or uninterested.” (Washington Post)

To read more of what us African American women can relate to and about the amazing author who wrote the memoir go to: Successful, Black, and Lonely

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B*tch is the New Black

There is a book by a Washingtonian by the name of Helena Andrews called “B*tch is the New Black” that will hopefully be turned into the black version of “Sex in the City”. Just sitting down and reading the article in The Washington Post got me hooked. I want to read the book and keep a look out for the tv show which will be being taken over by the Producer of Gray’s Anatomy (can we say amazing, awesome….).

The story goes a little something like this…..
“Andrews writes about what it is like for a young, black woman dating in D.C., trying to find a mate who seems ever elusive. The futile rituals are familiar: the dressing up, the eager cab ride over to the party, the hold-your-breath as you walk in, scanning the room quickly for any looks returned. The mantra sounding in the back of your head: “So-and-so found a man last year at a party like this. Maybe tonight is my night.” Then one by one, the men prove to be disappointments and disappointing: married, uninteresting or uninterested.” (Washington Post)

To read more of what us African American women can relate to and about the amazing author who wrote the memoir go to: Successful, Black, and Lonely