I cringed during last week's episode of Mad Men, watching eager beaver secretaries Meredith and Dawn fight so hard for Joan's approval. I was embarrassed for them and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't totally identify with them.
It all started with B2K. You couldn't catch my attention if you didn't have braids or 360-degree waves, and cubic zirconias in your ears to set your hair off.
An unwanted seatmate on a train spent the entire hour-and-a-half trip calling me beautiful and stressing to me that he always found dark-skinned women attractive, as if he should be praised for this decision.