Mamalicious!

This Spring, GirlChild Press will release its second collection, Just Like a Girl: A Manifesta!  The anthology includes a contribution by yours truly (a short story entitled, Bomani Jones), but I’d recommend it, even if it didn’t.  Michelle Sewell, founder of GirlChild Press, would like to send preview copies of Just Like a Girl… to interested libraries, schools, bookstores, and media outlets.  If you have any such contacts, please let me know, or contact Michelle directly through the GirlChild Press website.

Here’s a blurb about Just Like a Girl…

The latest offering from GirlChild Press is intended to be a rough and tumble, sassy, wickedly clever kick-ass anthology.

 

Where Growing Up Girl: An Anthology of Voices from Marginalized Spaces was a meditation on the state of girlhood; Just Like a Girl is meant to highlight the clever girls, the funny girls, the girls who don’t ask for permission and take up as much room as they damn well like. She is the girl who knows there is no sin in being born one; and that in spite of all evidence and current belief systems girl/woman does not equal weak.

 

Said girl doesn’t have to be a super hero, but she has hit a few balls out of the park, cursed out a couple trash talking construction workers, and took a few racist, homophobic, misogynistic folks to task. Ultimately, she knows how to pick herself up and brush herself off.

 

She’s a feminist. 2^nd Wave. 3^rd Wave. No Wave.

She’s high maintenance.

She has read the Patriot Act. She understands it.

She recognizes that people’s lives fall apart, but with time and some Elmer’s glue it all works itself out.

 

She’s an urban girl. A country girl.

She lives in a square state. A blue state. A red state.

 

She seriously ponders what are the SAT scores of those girls grinding in the music videos.  She is the girl in the music video.

 

She has the perfect plan on how to break up with a boyfriend and how not to lose her cool when her 38 triple D bra snaps in the middle of a cocktail party.

She’s a 25^th century girl.

She knows the words to Roberta Flack’s Killing Me Softly.

She secretly pinches her best friend’s bratty three year old.

She is a cashier at WALMART.

She’s the second chair flute in her 8^th grade band.

She marches on Washington

She makes fun of vegans

She has 6,000 friends on myspace.com

She still hides the tattoo that she got at senior beach week from her mother – she’s 42.

 

She writes for herself. She writes for her sister. She writes for the girls still not born.

 

Think of Just Like a Girl as a travelogue for the bumpy, powerful, action packed world of

 

Multi-tasking Stats:  While writing this blog entry, I also: Helped Mini-Me with a book report, read books to Baby Girl, changed my mind twice about going swimming at the hotel where we’re staying (I’m going), and answered a few emails.

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