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‘Righteous Discontent’: Why Single Black Women Who Want To Be Married Are Not More Broken Than Anyone Else. Black women are ensnared by interlocking social structures that render them single for far longer than they intend, with fewer intraracial dating options, theologian and author Ekemini Uwan writes. Posted May 22, 2022.
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Source: Pexels / Pexels. M uch has been said on the subject of single Black women , our marriageability rates and the abysmal dating pool available to us. You might even say too much has been said about all this, but I have yet to hear the perspective of one who is perpetually single like myself. There is no shortage of people within and outside our community telling us that our standards are too high, and how we need to be “high-value women†or settle for whoever shows us a modicum of attention. As if that weren’t enough, it seems like mainstream media can’t get enough of this subject, either. In the early 2000s, there was a flood of exposeÌs on all the major U.S. news outlets about the “Single Black Female,†which often focused on the question, “Why can’t successful Black women find a man?†Much of the reporting devolved into paternalistic advice, false assertions about Black pathology, and overworn stereotypes about “the strong Black independent woman.†Not unlike a frog cut open during a middle school science experiment, Black women were prodded, poked, sliced, and examined like specimens as our interior lives were dissected under the microscope of America’s paternalism. The preponderance of such reporting, seemingly intractable statistics which reveal that 62% of Black women– like myself–are more likely to be unpartnered, and the convergence of my experience as a lifelong single Black woman who desires to be married to a Black man has stirred up within me a “righteous discontent,†to borrow the prescient phrase from Nannie Helen Burroughs. I posit that Black women who desire to be married yet find themselves single are not more broken than anyone else on the dating market. And I categorically reject the idea that our single status is due to some pathological phenomenon within the Black community, as some researchers, journalists, and pundits have suggested. Rather, Black women are ensnared by interlocking social structures that render them single for far longer than they intend, with fewer intraracial dating options. I share my story of singleness merely as a vignette of what it’s like to be a Black woman ensnared by structural mechanisms of mass incarceration, colorism, and desirability mapped onto me and other Black women whose dating experiences track with Black heteronormative dating patterns. This is my story, this is my song: I am a thirty-something single Black woman, and I have never been in a dating relationship. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet my family. I’ve never even been pursued or sought after. In my early twenties, people thought my singleness was endearing. In my late twenties, endearment gave way to bewilderment and morphed into mystification. And in my mid-thirties, mystification produced shame. In my late thirties, shame has transformed into anger. Honestly, I’m not sure how it happened. My perpetual state of singleness is an enigma. It is not for lack of trying, I’m certainly not a hermit. I travel, work out, take in festivals, enjoy concerts, and attend academic lectures to satisfy my intellectual curiosity. I participated in the early iteration of online dating back when the general consensus was that online dating was weird. I was on eHarmony, match.com, Blackpeoplemeet.com and Black Planet. When dating apps became the norm, I moved with the times and downloaded a few of those apps on my phone, where they remain as I write this, because I’m still single. Now is as good a time as any to say that dating apps are a special kind of hell all their own, and I would not wish them on my worst enemy. Despite online dating, dating apps, and my friends’ well-intentioned matchmaking attempts, these efforts have only ever resulted in “situationships.†Surely you know what situationships are—and if you don’t, perhaps you’ve unwittingly experienced one. Situationships are those faux relationships that revolve on an axis of grey, refusing to be black or white, constrained by an unspoken mutual attraction and enmeshed with all the anxiety and heartbreak that comes with a relationship. Yet after enduring situationships in the typical four-to-six-month installments—and in some cases, even a year— heartbreak and sorrow, even without the “girlfriend†title, were the only evidence that something had transpired each time. When I read Dianne M.
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Article about women who want to be single:
‘Righteous Discontent’: Why Single Black Women Who Want To Be Married Are Not More Broken Than Anyone Else. Black women are ensnared by interlocking social structures that render them single for far longer than they intend, with fewer intraracial dating options, theologian and author Ekemini Uwan writes. Posted May 22, 2022.
GO TO SITE
Source: Pexels / Pexels. M uch has been said on the subject of single Black women , our marriageability rates and the abysmal dating pool available to us. You might even say too much has been said about all this, but I have yet to hear the perspective of one who is perpetually single like myself. There is no shortage of people within and outside our community telling us that our standards are too high, and how we need to be “high-value women†or settle for whoever shows us a modicum of attention. As if that weren’t enough, it seems like mainstream media can’t get enough of this subject, either. In the early 2000s, there was a flood of exposeÌs on all the major U.S. news outlets about the “Single Black Female,†which often focused on the question, “Why can’t successful Black women find a man?†Much of the reporting devolved into paternalistic advice, false assertions about Black pathology, and overworn stereotypes about “the strong Black independent woman.†Not unlike a frog cut open during a middle school science experiment, Black women were prodded, poked, sliced, and examined like specimens as our interior lives were dissected under the microscope of America’s paternalism. The preponderance of such reporting, seemingly intractable statistics which reveal that 62% of Black women– like myself–are more likely to be unpartnered, and the convergence of my experience as a lifelong single Black woman who desires to be married to a Black man has stirred up within me a “righteous discontent,†to borrow the prescient phrase from Nannie Helen Burroughs. I posit that Black women who desire to be married yet find themselves single are not more broken than anyone else on the dating market. And I categorically reject the idea that our single status is due to some pathological phenomenon within the Black community, as some researchers, journalists, and pundits have suggested. Rather, Black women are ensnared by interlocking social structures that render them single for far longer than they intend, with fewer intraracial dating options. I share my story of singleness merely as a vignette of what it’s like to be a Black woman ensnared by structural mechanisms of mass incarceration, colorism, and desirability mapped onto me and other Black women whose dating experiences track with Black heteronormative dating patterns. This is my story, this is my song: I am a thirty-something single Black woman, and I have never been in a dating relationship. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet my family. I’ve never even been pursued or sought after. In my early twenties, people thought my singleness was endearing. In my late twenties, endearment gave way to bewilderment and morphed into mystification. And in my mid-thirties, mystification produced shame. In my late thirties, shame has transformed into anger. Honestly, I’m not sure how it happened. My perpetual state of singleness is an enigma. It is not for lack of trying, I’m certainly not a hermit. I travel, work out, take in festivals, enjoy concerts, and attend academic lectures to satisfy my intellectual curiosity. I participated in the early iteration of online dating back when the general consensus was that online dating was weird. I was on eHarmony, match.com, Blackpeoplemeet.com and Black Planet. When dating apps became the norm, I moved with the times and downloaded a few of those apps on my phone, where they remain as I write this, because I’m still single. Now is as good a time as any to say that dating apps are a special kind of hell all their own, and I would not wish them on my worst enemy. Despite online dating, dating apps, and my friends’ well-intentioned matchmaking attempts, these efforts have only ever resulted in “situationships.†Surely you know what situationships are—and if you don’t, perhaps you’ve unwittingly experienced one. Situationships are those faux relationships that revolve on an axis of grey, refusing to be black or white, constrained by an unspoken mutual attraction and enmeshed with all the anxiety and heartbreak that comes with a relationship. Yet after enduring situationships in the typical four-to-six-month installments—and in some cases, even a year— heartbreak and sorrow, even without the “girlfriend†title, were the only evidence that something had transpired each time. When I read Dianne M.
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