Lately I’ve been hearing rumblings across the web landscape challenging the term “blerds” and what a real nerd is and (as usual) misogynistic rants against many of my fellow blerdgurls. The sad part is I’m used to hearing the taunts and dismissals from the Morgan’s and Trump’s of the world but most of the vitriol has been coming from my own people. It doesn’t bother me so much what people say about me, but I’m heartbroken when I hear some sisters out there talk about how alone and misunderstood they feel simply because they are intelligent, comic-book reading, live-tweeting, movie-fangurling, history-reading, feminist-leaning black women. Women who happen to understand the correct usage of a demonstrative pronoun in a sentence, but have the ability to code-switch on demand for survival reasons. So I dug up my manifesto which I wrote over a year ago….for you.