I think I get about 10 responses a week about the term “juicy”, and my use of it as the name of this blog. I’ve received all kinds of comments about it, from praise to comments saying I actually hate and objectify black women. I do find most of the comments humorous, because they couldn’t be the furthest thing from the truth.
I chose the name because about 10 years ago, my girlfriend had a pair of Juicy jeans by Juicy Couture. I loved the way they fit on her. It became an inside joke between us when we were out in public and we saw a sexy, shapely, fit black woman, we would call her a “juicy sista”. There is no alterior motive, or elaborate story. I’m sorry to dissapoint you. It all started because of a pair of tight jeans my then girlfriend bought at Bloomingdales.