I finally have a new name for The Teen. I really liked The Teen, but couldn’t find the right name to fit her. The Co-Ed went out the window when she left college, and using the moniker “Pop” as suggested by my sister didn’t quite roll off my tongue. Dadoodle, a named from The Mister in an attempt to get her to say “Da Da” was nixed as quickly as it was when she was a drooling baby. My nickname for her, would be confusing for anyone with a mother.
Facebook found her name.
I can remember my mother having a fit because I was at a protest or working as an escort at Planned Parenthood. She was concerned that I would get into trouble, get arrested, or some type of violence would happen. I’m not that limiting to my daughter, encouraging both her and her brother to speak up for those who don’t have a voice. Recently, my daughter became an arm-chair activist, filling her feed with links and posts to “encourage dialogue” around issues of rape, molestation, women’s rights, gay rights, civil rights…you name it, she’s spreading the word for it. After seeing posts about shady government dealings, I took to calling her Conspiracy Sister Jones or CSJ.
Not all of CSJ’s theories are off base. The #OscarsSoWhites picture she shared got me to thinking about the work of Blacks in films.
With Black History Month beginning tomorrow, I thank CSJ for my next 29 days of posts.