Would it be wrong for me to say that I am so over Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girl’s discussions? I have had at least one discussion of the film each day this week and I am finding myself in burn out mode. Yes, I am tired of talking about, reading about, and writing about the movie. If this makes you want to pull my black feminist card go right ahead because I as the woman in green am sick and tired of saying, “This is a story about black women and I don’t give a middle finger about the three black men who are in the movie because we never say this when we watch movies about men, what about his daughter, what about his wife, or what about the woman who sat at the door he entered to conquer.” Also, I’m tired of saying in quotes, “This is Tyler Perry’s best work to date,” and then having black people take this as either my love for all things Tyler Perry or to take it as my black feminist’s cynicism. Yes, I am over it. I have had enough enuf.
Originally, I thought I would write a blog about my experience at the movie when the scenes of rape and abortions occurred, but, honestly, I no longer feel compelled to do so. Primarily, because of the many terse conversations I’ve had this week that have drained me of the emotional energy needed to write such a blog. Also, I’ve read so many great accounts of the movie by fellow colleagues, scholars, women circles, and girl groups that I think I do not have anything nuanced to add.
Yep, I am tired.
I am tired of the conversations. Yes, I am even tired of some of the scholarly conversation about who can deliver the best critique. I am tired of the dinner conversations where black men moan about their representation. I am tired of the black women getting upset with me when I say I do not love the movie. I am tired of it all.
So, I am dedicating this blog to all the black women who are tired of all the stupid often sexist and hetero-sexist comments and conversations they have been forced to respond to by virtue of their blackness and female-ness while riding the bus, while sitting at the Sunday dinner table, and while riding in a cab.
This is one black girl who has had enuf.