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A few days ago, Taneshia and I were getting Imani and Naima ready for school. As the readying took place, I overheard Taneshia and Imani going through some meaningless banter. It began when Imani said her name was “Imani Fasarah Laird” and that her middle name was Fasarah. She then asked Taneshia what is her middle name. Taneshia responded in a lovingly motherly tone, “I don’t really have a middle name, so I use my maiden name, Nash, as my middle name”.

Of course this prompted Imani to ask the obvious “what’s a maiden name” question, which she did and to which Taneshia told her “a maiden name is your name before you get married”. Imani said she wanted a maiden name, and Taneshia told her, “you’ll have one when you get married.”

All was cool in the Laird household, then minutes later I heard Imani crying loudly. When I ran to see what was up and my heart jumped when I saw her laying on the steps motionless with the exception of the crying. “Imani, are you ok, did you fall on the steps”?, I asked.

“No”, Imani said, still sobbing, “I want to get married”!!!

Black women, see what a toll the pressure you put on yourselves to get married is taking! Save the babies!!!

What’s next? Imani complaining about the paucity of eligible black male toddlers.


DISCLAIMER: I hope this doesn’t offend any of the single ladies out there. It just cracked me up.