For some people, success is a zero sum game. They think that if they push other people out of the way, fewer people can compete with them. That's one way of seeing the world. It's dog eat dog. It's, sadly, always going to be there.
Madam Walker was a woman who transformed herself in a very American, rags-to-riches way.
I love people who have really long locs. I love how they can go in different directions or pile it up into a big crown on the head.
If a CEO takes an interest in you and he happens to be an Asian man, then that's great, but as an African-American woman, you want to make sure that if the executive vice-president of the company is an African-American woman that you get to know her.
As much as any woman of the twentieth century, Madam Walker paved the way for the profound social changes that altered women's place in American society.
What grows from our head is something that we should love. The larger society can love it or not, but it's not their decision to make.
Women of African descent, since the beginning of time, have altered their hair, decorated it and used it to designate status.
Shorts are silly. Men in shorts are silly men. And silly is the very worst thing a man can be.
Every man imagines that he will turn his suit like a double agent, that it can be twisted to his will with irony or comedy, that the man can undermine its origins.
You can propose marriage naked or in handcuffs, but no one is going to agree to forsake all others for a man in shorts. You can't declare war in shorts or deliver a eulogy in shorts.