A Dying Breed: The Clair Huxtable Type

The other day I was talking to my friends about the current state of my Singlehood. They know I’m very happy being single and loving the peace and sanity it provides. They also know that I’ve talked to a few people here and there but nothing worth really pursuing. Some called me picky, which I openly admit I am, while others applauded me for my high standards. 

I realized I’m looking for a member of the dying breed – The Clair Huxtable type. If you remember the Cosby Show you had an awesome childhood because that’s when positive portrayals of African-Americans on television outweighed the ratchetness. For those unlucky few who have no idea what I’m referring to here’s a brief synopsis: Clair Olivia Huxtable is the elegantly tough, eloquent, and engaging wife of Cliff, who is known for her relaxed confidence and striking emphasis. Aside from her deep and decorated self-expression, Clair can also be playful and silly. She is an intelligent, classy, and successful businesswoman. A great debater, Clair rarely if ever loses an argument on the show, a testament to her career as an Attorney. She is also highly skilled in areas of recall about facts and dates, which she uses during discussions and debates: in one episode she is shown quoting a passage and even the page number of a book during an appearance at a television roundtable. Clair is bilingual and speaks Spanish. Several episodes also showcased her singing talent. Despite her elegant-styled toughness and strictness, Clair is a very loving mother and wife.

Clair is what I consider to be the epitome of feminism. She’s sexy yet very classy, knows how to speak her mind without getting loud and rowdy. She’s cultured, educated, sophisticated, independent, excellent matriarch and above all a true Lady. When did we get away from this: 

Today, too many chicks are acting like the cast of the Bad Girls Club or would rather emulate the Twerk Team. You can keep that! I want a classy lady with ambition, dreams, college education, career, and Miss Independent. I know she’s among the last of the Mohicans but I’m holding strong to the hope that she will cross my path.