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Why I Rock The Red Pump

by Erika Nicole Kendall

It wasn’t longer than ten days into my first year as a freshman in college before three of my girls all came to me to tell me that they’d caught a sexually transmitted disease.

I’d never tell them about any of the other girls who’d also spoken to me. I’d also never tell them that they’d all caught the same STD. Of the three girls, two of them were Black. All three men involved were Black.

I attended a 2% Black high school, where sexually transmitted diseases were never discussed. I mean, I’ve got to be real, here – sex was something like a unicorn, there. Never would anyone admit to publically acknowledging that sex “existed.” The one girl who got pregnant as a senior was forced to have some semblance of a shotgun wedding that was actually given a 4-page spread in our school paper because it was so rare. It was literally news. A teen girl getting pregnant outside of marriage? A pregnant teen getting married to the father of her child, in a wedding gown with a baby bump? Oh boy, better fire up the cameras!

As someone who was sexually harassed often as a pre-teen before moving to my very lily-white neighborhood, I became accustomed to the idea that I might be a virgin forever. Not because I’d had this long, drawn-out conversation with my mother about how penises enter vaginas and create responsibilities like bills and children with mouths to feed… but simply because luck decided that I would retreat more into myself and sex would be something I’d avoid for a long time.

Back to my high school, though. Lots of sex was being had – that’s for sure – but I wasn’t the one having it. My girls were around me going places and doing things that’d make me blush as a grown woman today, and they always made sure I tagged along because I was “the sober one.” I was always “the one they could count on to make sure we all went home together.” I was The Mother Hen – not because of this long, drawn-out conversation with Mom… but because it was a result of my sexual harassment that I tended to reject just about anything that was sexual.

Imagine going through your teenaged years – up into and through your early twenties – not having sex but hearing about all the “secret trips to the doctor,” getting “secret pills,” that “burning sensation” and all kinds of craziness. Sex would feel much more like an actual labor of love – literally – than anything to be entered into lightly.

I got lucky. I didn’t have any long, drawn out or detailed conversations about sex with the parents. My knowledge about the consequences of thoughtless sex came from me living vicariously through my peers… and all I ever heard about sex was the drama. The trauma. At that age? Pfft. There’s no stranger feeling than accompanying three different women to the same clinic for the same treatment. You kind of wonder if the staff at the clinic are eyeing you up and wondering if you’ll be in for that same treatment soon, too.

That being said, imagine my non-shock when I saw the following in the NYTimes:

Blacks die of heart disease much more commonly than whites, and die younger, despite the availability of cheap prevention measures like weight loss, exercise, blood-pressure and cholesterol drugs, and aspirin. The same is true for strokes.

High blood pressure is twice as common among blacks as whites, but the group with the least success in controlling it is Mexican-Americans.

Compared with whites, blacks have double the rate of “preventable hospitalizations,” which cost about $7 billion a year.


Blacks, Hispanics and American Indians, whether gay or straight, all have higher rates of new infection with the AIDS virus than whites, and the situation is getting worse for blacks and Indians. Asians have the lowest rate.

We’ll get to that top part of that quote another day…. but that last paragraph? Think about what this is sayin’, y’all. If there is a new infection with the HIV/AIDS virus every ten minutes or so and if people like me – Black women – are the most likely to be that new infection? It means that these conversations – these conversations meant to educate us about protecting ourselves, our bodies and our futures? These conversations aren’t being had.

We, here at BGG2WL, we’ve kinda known this for a while, though. It’s unfortunate, but it’s real. It doesn’t just relate weight and food, y’all – it relates to sexual health, too.

Be it because of fear, our own ignorance, or an overall lack of understanding… we shortchange ourselves and our children when we neglect to educate ourselves – and them – about their bodies, their health and their well-being… and that includes protecting themselves both emotionally and physically. They need to learn about thoughtless sex. They need to learn about emotional attachment. They need to be aware of how we sometimes allow the two to become intertwined in ways that can jeopardize our lives. Not talking to them about these things means they’ll learn these lessons the hard way. Like… catching chlamydia. Or maybe HIV. Or just being friends with and consoling people who have either disease… or both diseases.

Today is National Women and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day… and although I never pictured myself as someone who represents young women seeking to reclaim their lives, here I stand – or sit, for that matter – reminding myself and my readership that a key element of health and wellness is knowing. Knowing is the only way we can address prevention and protection. There’s no way around that.

The same way we protect our young girls from any other ill out in that big angry world is the same way we protect our young girls from an STD – we arm them with knowledge. We teach them the realities of what stands in front of them, we teach them the consequences of their potential actions and we teach them prevention and protection.

‘Cause, y’know… we don’t want them showing up with their shotgun wedding being documented by the school paper… and we don’t want them cluelessly coming up with an STD as soon as they get away from under their parents’ thumbs.

You'll never know how hard it is to do that pose in the sand... especially when you're not even holding your own foot in the air. Seriously. Try it someday.

That’s Why I Rock The Red Pump. Because if one more voice can encourage a woman to be proactive about her health and wellness and go get tested… if one more woman can have an in depth conversation with her OBGYN about how to talk to her child and prevent her kid from being one of the ones who needs “a special trip to the doctor”… if one more woman will feel that much more compelled to read up on this stuff so she can feel confident enough to talk to her child about it? Then maybe I’ll feel like I’ve served a little bit more of my purpose here on this Earth.

Go get tested. Talk to your daughters – hell, talk to your sons, too. But talk. Get tested. And for goodness sakes, protect yourselves and your futures.

Brought to you by The Red Pump Project… ’cause every woman should have a bangin’ pair of red pumps… even if it is just to practice yoga in the sand with ’em.

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Alovelydai March 10, 2011 - 1:43 PM

Thanks for sharing.
Nowgo frame that picture sis! Hotness!!

cjbrownsc March 10, 2011 - 2:06 PM

Great post, Erika!

I had to come out of lurkdom to comment. My daughter is 14 and I’m talking to her almost daily about sex, diseases, everything. It may seem too soon to some, but this is a different world that we live in and we have got to educate our children.

Erika Nicole Kendall March 10, 2011 - 2:19 PM

Dear Carla,

Stop lurking.

Sincerely, Management

CJM March 10, 2011 - 2:43 PM

I was just thinking man I wish I would have known about this before I threw on my wellies this morning. Then I looked under my office desk and low and behold, a banging pair of red pumps drew my eye. Thanks for letting us know and I’m spreading the word.

Curlstar March 10, 2011 - 3:00 PM

…Off topic but I wish I was on the beach (I’m jealous because I had to cancel my bday trip to MIA) and yes, the shoes are HOTTTT!

I have 2 young boys (7 & 2) and I already have the talk with my oldest on the way someone should & should not touch him. Trust and believe that this talk will continue with my oldest and my youngest when it’s time and the conversation will develop into exactly what you mentioned today once they are older. It’s important that the conversation is done with our kids, especially today. As Carla said, it is a different world we live in now. We cannot go without having this conversation with our children. It is too important. If we plan on improving the infection rates of STD’s within our communities, it is REQUIRED that we talk to our kids and not just ignore it in hopes that it will magically go away on its own.

Nicola Ellis March 10, 2011 - 5:17 PM

I cannot begin to tell you how important this topic is. So many people don’t like to discuss sex or the ramifications of having sex….yet they are out there having sex! Please people do not be afraid to protect yourself. Please do not be afraid to get tested for STDs. To be sexually active includes being responsibile for not only the well being of others (communication regarding STDs) but also the well being of yourself. It is so important to have sexual discussions with your partner as well as your kids. It’s important to know facts and not fiction. Kids are going to find out one way or the other and its best if they find out from a reliable source versus the kid around the corner.

Danielle March 10, 2011 - 5:58 PM

great post 🙂 and AWESOME pose!

Ms. Tracie G. :o) March 10, 2011 - 10:13 PM

Yes. This, all day, every day.

Green Afro Diva March 11, 2011 - 12:00 AM

I have a 3 year old and I am at the point where I am explaining to her what different body parts are, what good touch/bad touch is and who should touch her. I think that it’s important that we educate our kids young, and I am certainly educating my daughter about sex so that she doesn’t hear it from someone not acting in her best interest.

Crystal March 12, 2011 - 12:22 AM

Work the pumps E. represent for the young women (and the old ones too) that are out here! Celibacy has become a staple for me, not so much because I gained all this weight after my Hystie but because of the downright ignorance in some men out here. I’m buying my T-Shirt and it will read: ‘Keepin’ It Tight, ‘Til My Wedding Night’
Nuff said (*chillin’ as I look at all my textbooks on my bed) the new bed partner is education.

Kim Jackson March 15, 2011 - 4:18 PM

I just want to say that you look wonderful and have inspired a group of colleagues to get moving. We’ve been moving slowly but after seeing you, we are full steam ahead!!!

Lynn Franklin June 3, 2011 - 4:52 PM

YES!!!! Say it girl! Say it! And ladies please listen! When I was a kid I started being molested when I was 3 years old by my cousin who was a girl of 18. That was not the last time but only the farthest back I can remember but definitely not the last time or by the last person. Why I said that is so that people will talk to their kids. I think I was molested up until I was 16 years old by different people in the family and some that were not. We were fine girls. Big bottoms small waist, no brains but we had it honest they didn’t teach us about water. I found myself hymned up so many times crying trying to get away from aunts ole man, sisters boyfriends, drunks, step dads, and anybody else for that matter visiting so much so that I didn’t even wanna be at home. Talk to your kids and tell them it not all right for this stuff to happen and that sex can be a wonderful experience if done in the right way. Thanks so much for this. Sorry to rant but the article and the comments got me thinking.

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