Inequality

By the time you read this post, I may be already on my way to Harlem to have lunch with over 30 bloggers of colors in this gorgeous Sunday morning. After the whole Clinton thing (about which I will be posting my final thoughts tonight), Donald Agarrat of Preboot decided it was time to revive the Brown Bloggers meetup Nichelle and I used to put together almost 2 years ago.

And so with a good excuse in hand, la negra had her hair and nails done. La negra, after all, has to look her best because, deep down inside la negra enjoys being a very shallow and superficial person.

Well, so there I am at the nail salon, having survived an eyebrow wax that saved me from looking like Ugly Betty

... and, OMFG, have you seen the show? It totally rocks and I am so writing a review next ... Anyhow ... where was I? Oh ... right ...

So I am sitting there at the pedi chair, enjoying a lovely massage when I hear this woman SCREAMING to the owner (one of two actually, but she was alone yesterday night). This woman was like a vortex of bitchitude because she was charged $11 dollars for an mani and HOW DARE you charge me here more than in other places.

What. The. Fuck.

My jaw dropped.