The original ‘carefree Black girls’ were fictionalized Cass Tech students from a Detroit author’s mind
When I started high school, there weren’t many young-adult fiction novels where I could see myself reflected in characters as a Black teenage girl that didn’t have to do with something tragic.
There was Sharon G. Flake’s The Skin I’m In, which tackles colorism and bullying directed at a dark-skinned girl. Then there was Brenda Woods’ Emako Blue about a Black girl with a beautiful singing voice who dies violently before the book ends.
Pink Cadillacs in the street, but crimson and creme will also reign supreme.
LaTonya McIntyre had never seen Aretha Franklin in concert, never met her, nor had she even visited the Queen of Soul’s hometown. But on Tuesday morning, she was first in line to pay respects at the Wright Museum of during a four-day long memorial service for Franklin kicking off this morning.
Neither had Camille Howard, who flew in from Austin. Howard was the second in line; both arrived at 4 a.m. on Monday, and made fast friends over their love of the Queen.
Or wait…which day?
“Is today Monday?” McIntyre asked.
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Detroit does not play about beauty. From setting hair trends nationally to the unique nail styles and more the city is constantly creating and innovating in beauty.
“I really don’t like the term ‘coming out’, but I came out to my mother when I was 15.
Right around the time when I first came out – this was 2005 or 2006, maybe 2004. At that time in the city, there was a lot to do. There were a lot of different bars across the actual city, not on the outskirts. There were tons of lesbian bars, clubs, everywhere. So my experience was that I got into these places pretty easily. I’m not sure why (laughs) but I would get into these places because that’s where we congregated.
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“Feeling alone is the worst feeling. A lot of us go through that – periods of extreme loneliness, and we have to create our chosen family to get by.
According to the National Council of Architectural Registration Boards, there are over 113,000 licensed architects across the country but only 433 of them are black women. Chandra Moore is working to increase those numbers.
“Being a black woman in architecture is painful,” the San Francisco native said. “A lot of the men, especially onsite, treat you very differently. I’m used to being the spicy girl. But I didn’t get here by being sweet.”