4 Lessons from The Last Black Unicorn

I recently finished Tiffany Haddish’s ‘The Last Black Unicorn’ and, as much as it made me laugh, it made me think. I wrote a mini review on my blog where I mentioned I learned a bunch of lessons, and I finally decided to share those lessons here:

Teach Your Kids about Sex and Sexual Harassment

In her book, Tiffany tells how she told her friends an older man was sucking her breasts because she wanted them to be bigger and had no idea this was actually sexual molestation. This rang several bells for me because, as I said, I am on a mission to educate my daughter as much as I can on this particular issue. Your children are never too young, please. This world has been crazy since before our time, and it’s only getting crazier.

It’s Okay If Your Passion Takes the Backseat Sometimes

Sometimes we get wrapped up in the things we’re passionate about and allow them to consume us. I think I envied Tiffany a lot while reading the book because she knew what she was passionate about and what she wanted to do, but she was also able to step back when she need to and be like “Okay, I need to leave this alone right now and go do this other thing”. I realized that if it’s something you are genuinely passionate about, it will always find its way back into your life. Kind of like me with writing. Somehow, I’m okay with all the breaks I’ve taken in the past now, because I’m slowly finding my way back.

Take Your Ls and Grow from There

Failure is so scary to me. Gosh, the fear of failing is still my biggest problem, regardless of how much I fight it every day. This lesson stuck out to me the most because it’s something I’ve been hearing a lot lately from the people in my life. For sure, you will fail once or twice, but you need to learn the lessons and grow from there. At least I should be grateful no one has ever thrown a dildo at me, right?

Live For You, and Be Unafraid

There is so much you can achieve when you aren’t weighed down by worrying about other people. I mean, Tiffany may have been living for herself because it was the only way she could survive, but she was doing it nonetheless. I want so badly to be me. I want to be unafraid to be myself — more so than I am now. I mean, I try to live for me and live my “truth” as much as I can, but I still find myself worrying about how people will react to my work. It’s such an immense weight, and I want it to just be gone.


I’m really into reading biographies now and having a great time learning from other people’s lives. If they are any biographies (especially autobiographies) you think I should read, please leave a comment.