January 12, 2009
I live the fascinating yet confusing life of an uptown socialite.
Consider this my confession.
I have had no choice, but to be fully engaged in the complexities of living life as part a hood fabulous round the way girl ,part haute couture strong black Sister-CEO.
I’m categorically similar to a select number of intriguing sisters with Ivy League degrees, memberships in high society organizations and sororities and full of self made success stories. I darted from the concrete jungle to globe trot in the Bastian of the talented tenth. Why is it that I still don’t feel completely comfortable in either place?
I am an A-lister, VIP guest and always in the know of everything you want to know. So how come I’m so freaking bored and mad at the world? I throw the best parties I’ve ever been too, am surrounded by gorgeous and highly intelligent friends and for most of my life have fit securely in the driver seat of two careers. Regardless, I didn’t have my pops around and that propelled me to success. So Why is it that I feel so alone and un-accomplished?
Am I weird that I read Essence, XXL and Harvard Business Review on a regular basis? Am I crazy that on any given day I can wear a pair of Jimmy Choo sling backs, wheat timberlands or Dunks? On Monday I am out for Thai in the South End with the ladies, cosmos at 33 Lounge and beef ribs from the Pit in Mattapan on Friday night. I get my hair done by Dominicans, nails by a Vietnamese lady Phuong and spa treatments on Newbury Street. Am I confused about where I fit?
I have had the extreme privilege of being loved and have felt the excruciating pain of being in love. I’ve been in the company of a few fine men and each of them has broken my heart. I used to think having a man would help complete an interesting life, but I sadly learned that having a man just complicates things. With all this love around why am I not happy?
I am going to go on the limb and say that I don’t think I’m the only sister that has felt this way. It seems as though as we climb the corporate ladders, break the glass ceilings, travel around the world and fall in and out of love that our lives stay complicated and confusing. Why?
I guess Uptown Socialites are never satisfied. We are stuck in the middle of multiple worlds. What is a sister to do?
I guess I'll stay the authentic ghetto fabulous and the uppity and socially mobile nerd - I’m cool like that. I'll just have to let this confusion roll off my back like all the other bs around.
Ms.Liz
