


I had brunch this past weekend with some of my colleagues and former housemates from undergrad. It was a breath of fresh air to know that we still had that underlying commonality despite the various paths we chose to pursue after our undergraduate experience. Having my girlfriends as a sounding board and a source of relevance was very uplifting. More so because we are all women of color and doing the damn thing in a society that placed two strikes against us the day we took our first breath of air! Yes. Yes, me and my girlfriends do the damn thing!

Me and My Girlfriends…Suite Suede is a production of “Me and My Girlfriends.” See, Melissa and I go wayyyyyy back, ok no that far back, but we’re about 8 years deep in the game. We started kickin’ it during our high school years in our boring English class. Instead of annotating Shakespeare we discussed the latest fragrances and sales of Victoria Secret. Haha- it’s even funnier now when I begin to reflect on it. Portia (P, as I like to call her) and I, met through Melissa a couple of years ago when I went to hang in NYC one summer. She was the shiznit, and she’s West African (Ghanaian, to be exact), so you know, we started kicking it mad hard. After graduation, once we were full-time employed with generous salaries, scrumptious benefits, business cards, and work e-mail addresses, we started sending accolades of emails to one another about a number issues from the work place to finance and real estate. Out of that production was the reproduction of suite suede. Yes, me and my girlfriends birthed suite suede (no, not in homo-erotic kind of way either).

So the next time you’re going through some things, down and out; hell, the next time you have this brand spankin’ idea that you want to execute—remember, you are not alone. Remind yourself: Me and My Girlfriends! (Girl Power Rocks!)
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