Monday, April 30, 2012

Mr. Brian McKnight Calm Yourself

Okay let's talk about Mr. Brian Muthafucking McKnight and the fuckery he unleashed on the world last week. If you missed the tea last week, well I have a short recap and the shade. There's a video clip of this bullshit.

I'm gonna keep it cute.... after watching this video I was so many things confused, disturbed, and amused. Like I wanted to lay down with a hot cup of tea and re-think what's going on in the world today.... I felt violated. But in the same time (at the same damn time, I love Future) I got the laugh of my damn life, nothing could get me down for like 3 days because I would look at this video and get my whole entire life back.

So let's just get into it... first who's aunt is going up to Brian McKnight and discussing their sex life? Really Brian?? Who are these people?? I need the receipts. Adult mixtape... sir you've gone from BET's Midnight Love to BET's Uncut in like 4 minutes. Nobody wants an adult mixtape from you, save those tricks for the kids. This is for Trey Songz, R.Kelly or Piles. Nobody is here for you to sing about showing women how their Pu**y works, and if they knew it could squirt. I just can't get over the fact that this man was sitting at his piano looking like he was about to sing One Last Cry the 4.0 version but then went into singing about vaginas and making them squirt, using tongue, and back strokes..... absolutely not, I say!!! Real talk no flex.... nobody wants to hear this from you. If your not singing Back at One, Anytime, or Love Is nobody is here for it.

This man has gotten a divorce and lost his damn mind..... people we are witnessing a mid-lie crisis at it's best. I think this shit needs to be treat like postpartum depression, bipolar disorder,  and schizophrenia. It's a real disease that nobody thinks is real.... but clearly if Brian McKnight thinks that people want to hear him talk about vagina and ejaculation, he's going through some things. This fool is sitting in his studio with cut-off shorts like its 1992 and a faux Mohawk like Malik from The Game...clear there's some type of crisis going on here. He's sing about pu**y and using tongue like he was giving us he's Anytime like he's performing at Showtime at the Apollo or something, this is a cry for help people. Whether its a cry for your mama and them to buy his latest album or because he's really lost his mind, I'm not sure but help is needed. In summary Mr. Brian McKnight please keep your new or maybe its an old interest in becoming a gynecology to your damn self, we the people don't want to hear. I'm going to listen to Never Felt This Way Before and remember the good times.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Last Friday Night

So you meet a guy a few weeks ago but you haven't seen him since the day you guys met because of scheduling conflicts and shit. Y'all have tried like twice to hang out together but something always comes up. But he calls you on Friday night and asks you what you're up to, and you tell him you're leaving dinner and about to go home. He tells you he's at some bar with his friends and you should come by for a drink. You ask where the bar is and as it turns out the bar is down the street from where you are, so you decide well it's now or never and head over the bar.

You get there and its packed full of people, so you call him to see where he is, he tells you to meet him at the bathrooms. You meet him there and he walks up and...... he's clearly drunk as fuck. It's gonna be a long night. He asks you if you want a drink (And my God a drink isn't gonna be enough to get you through the next two hours). Y'all try to get more drinks but its crowded, so he takes your hand and guides to the other side of the bar. While walking to the other side, this guy is speaking to everyone he passes but not in the "Hey, what's up" manner but in the "I'm think I'm the shit and I'll letting you know this" manner. You find a seat at the bar and order drinks. But this guy has managed to talk to shit everyone around you, he introduces you to his friend blah, blah. he goes on to say this is the girl I've been telling y'all about, you should feel flattered but instead you feel disconnected and annoyed. He continues to make an ass out himself.... by flirting with the bartender and telling her you're his future baby-mama. A man walks up to the other side of you to get a drink, in doing so he touches your arm. Your date asks you if you know him, you reply no. He asks if you don't know him then why did he touch you? You tell him you have no fucking idea. He continues with his obnoxious behavior by damn near harassing the women sitting next to you at the bar. The same man from earlier walks back to the bar, your date insists that he came to try to holla at you, so much that says he's gonna walk away to see if the guy talks to you.

He walks away before you can even blink your eyes... he's gone like a fart in the wind. His friend is still standing to the other side of you. The guy he insists is trying to holla, politely put he's empty glass on the bar and walks away. By this time you're think WTF... you could've had a V8 instead of dealing with this bullshit. The woman who is sitting to the right of you, looks at you and shakes her head. You inquire as to why, she simply says "girl get your life, you can do better than this jackass".  Then you looked around and realized she's right... this guy is being a total jackass. You wonder if everyone else thinking the same thing she's thinking, why is this girl in here with this douchebag? You feel embarrassed . What do you do now? You decide to hold your head high and do what any other person in this situation would do.... you pony up and see if you can salvage this night.

You look around see two cute guys within your three foot radius. Bachelor number one is behind your date's friend and access can't be reached, cock-blockers are the worst you know. Oh well... on too bachelor number two he's standing right behind you. He's looking at you and you're looking at him but he's not approaching. After five minutes of making the eyes with each, you decide to say say hi and he says hi. A flirty bar convo ensues and contact info is exchanged. The lights come on at the bar bachelor two leaves out the front door. You turn around and see your date's friend is gone and you're ready to go. Your date is nowhere to be found, he's been gone for at least 20 minutes (eye-roll). You see him at he other side of the bar talking to some people. You walk over to say goodnight, he pulls you to the side and proceeds to give you this bs speech. He says something about how when people first meet one another they're not always themselves, they send out representatives of themselves. He thinks that's bs, people should be who they are on a regular basis from 21 Jump Street. He makes a comment about how you're looking at him like he's a complete and totally jackass (which you are) and that he REALLY LIKES you. You don't really say anything because you're over it and ready to go home. As he's in this impassioned speech, some folks walk over and with he's adult (ADHD), he starts talking shit to them too . You walk towards the door and his friend stops you and says he'll walk you to your car. You guys walk and talk about regular stuff... where are you from, what do you do, blah blah. As you approach your car and say goodnight, you tell him to tell your date bye. He says he will and says this, "             is a jackass, there's no way he would've treated you like that." You give him the Kanye shrug, and get into your car and drive off into the night. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to my Friday Night.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

If It Makes You Happy


The clip above is from one of my all-time favorite TV shows Girlfriends…. I just wish the complete series wasn’t like $300 O_o @ Amazon. Anyway in this particular scene, it’s Toni Childs wedding day and her maid of honor (MOH) Joan Clayton is going around acting like a little bitch. See for those that haven’t seen this show or episode Hulu or YouTube is your friend. But here’s a little back story about what’s going on.

As I said Toni is getting married to a little (because he’s short) Jewish Doctor name Todd Garrett. See Toni in all her vain glory was thinking about getting some plastic surgery and he was her doctor. He basically told her to get the fuck out his office because there was nothing wrong with her being that she was beautiful already. So they don’t start dating immediately because Toni is shallow and Todd is short and those two things don’t mix very well. But one day he comes to her rescue (like they always do in real life, lol) and she start to look beyond his handicap of being short, to see he’s a really decent guy and they fall in love and shit. Well after dating for a few months Todd purposes to Toni and they’re getting married. This is where things start to fall apart for her bff Joan.

See Joan is the typical I want to get married and have babies type of girl, I do believe that on the show she had a wedding trunk. In this trunk there was all types of shit that a bridezilla would have, including a wedding dress. So now that her bff is getting married this has left Joan on the edge of glory and about to lose her damn mind. She’s in a relationship but the shit isn’t what one would say is solid like a rock. As her boyfriend just found out he’s former jump-off is pregnant, so as you can imagine Joan and her bf Ellis are going to some things. So now she’s faced with being the MOH to her bff, while her relationship is rolling in the deep. This is only compounds the fact that Joan is a wedding/marriage obsessed crazy bitch and now her friend is getting married, to a man she’s only been seeing for a few months….. this is where Joan becomes completely unhinged.   Well Joan begins to act crazy as hell, she’s tries to sabotage (by acting like a lunatic) her relationship with Ellis. She misses key parts of Toni’s wedding planning things. Such as coming late as hell to Toni’s rehearsal dinner and then leaving the wedding venue to go fix things between her and Ellis. Long story short Toni realizes Joan is being a real heffa hoe/bitch about her wedding. She politely tells Joan since she’s not happy about her wedding she doesn’t have to be there and rudely cuts her bridesmaids dress to shreds. In the end Toni and Joan make up and she and Ellis work things out. At least for that season because her and Ellis breakup for totally different reasons and she and Toni stop being friends for some other bullshit.

Well this post isn’t about a synopsis of Girlfriends season 3. This post is about Joan’s reaction to Toni’s exciting and happy news about her upcoming wedding. Joan’s reaction was classical haterism…. Shit she was at their engagement party asks Toni if she’s rushing into things. Not because she was really concerned about Toni’s decision to get married too quickly but because Toni was getting married and she wasn’t…. that my friends is hate.  Then at her cake tasting party (at Joan’s House) she’s telling Ellis to come get his shit (after they faux-broke-up) in the middle of the party. Why?? Because she was hating. She even admits this to Ellis, when he calls her out on her bs.  All the while damn near screaming “she’s happy for her friend”, as tears are rolling down her face because she realizes just how jealous of her friend she is. It’s a shame, a damn shame I say.  See we all have a Joan in our lives (whether we care to admit it or not ), she’s your friend, sister, coworker, cousin, hell it maybe your mama. I have a Joan or two and although these person aren’t completely a waste of a human being because they do have some really good qualities that make them good people and friends. They have this one fatal flaw and it’s their inner hater. See the inner hater may not raise its head all the time because the Joan in your life knows how to keep it in check for the most part. But then something happens in your life and that inner hater can’t be contained. It comes out with the fury of Nicki Minaj stans after she deleted her twitter account, it’s like a category 5 hurricane.

The inner hater in them won’t allow them to be truly happy for you because you’re getting married, having a baby, got a new job, got the last mint green sorbet nail polish at target, whatever the fuck it is. These people aren’t the everyday haters you deal with, like that bitchass coworker that tried to throw you under the bus in the weekly meetings. No ma’am/sir… this person is your friend, bff, homie, buddy. In my opinion these people are the worse than the typical haters because as your friend they’re supposed to wish you well but they don’t. they should be happy for you but they aren’t. They over there wishing it was them instead of you or wondering what makes you so damn special that things great things are happening to you.  They may say they’re happy for you but you know deep down inside that shit is eating them up…. They’re hating!! They don’t wish you well because they can’t, they may honestly really want to be happy for you. But something in their genetic makeup just won’t allow them….it’s a fatal flaw. They hate on people that are they’re friends and people they claim to love because something deep in their bones just can’t allow them to be happy about their friend’s happiness. Their eyes are green and it’s not because they eat a lot of vegetables… shot out to Erykah Badu. You have to able to identify these kind of people in your lives… there are no real tell-tell signs. This person could be your friend for 17 years and if your ass ups and gets married or something, they may just show their ass like Joan. You just have to keep you spidey sense updated and know when someone isn’t really there for your happiness. With that kind of haterism there’s no concealing that for too long, so you’ll know. I’m not saying you need to drop this person from your like Kanye wanted to drop Kris Humphries from the Nets because he is/was in love with Kim K. I’m just saying be aware of these types of people sometimes your biggest hater is right their kicking it with you. So be mindful and that’s their issue not yours and if you need to check their asses like Toni did with Joan, then so be.   
        

Monday, April 16, 2012

I Beez In The Trap


The date. Well, if you can even call it that, idk what the hell it was a meet and greet, and outing with flares of a date. I’m not sure but it was an adventure if it wasn’t anything else. So here’s a little back story about the guy. I met him a week prior and a local watering hole. I was plastered when we met and I believed we made out a little the night. Patron will ruin your life or at least the next 24 hours of it if not used wisely. Anyway we talked on the phone a few times on the phone over the course of the week. Then on Friday he asked if I wanted to go out that night, I was busy. So he asked about Saturday night…. I was somewhat free so I told him to call me tomorrow and we’ll figure something out. Saturday comes and he calls, which I’m somewhat surprised by because I completely forgot I had a loosely planned date with him. Well he asked me what time I would be free, I said around 8. He says okay cool, we try to figure out places to go but nothing seems to mesh. So he says hey just meet me at this place, and he’ll text me the address. I say okay fine.

Well, I should’ve known that this damn date was gonna be a beautiful disaster from jump. Why? Well I mentioned I was pretty wasted when we met right? I couldn’t remember his name like at all…. Not even the first letter of his name. I know that’s just God awful and rude but I do know his name now. Also I can’t stand people without a plan, like dude you asked me out and now you’re asking me to basically plan the date. Ummmm no sir, you asked therefore you should plan the date, especially if it’s the first date. I’m not saying he needed to arrange a hot air balloon to take us around Chicago but I’m gonna need for you to do better than just show the fuck up and expect me to do all the work. Now, I mentioned how he text me the address of the where to meet him, well he didn’t do this immediately. The date was suppose to happen at 8pm, his ass didn’t text me the address until well after 9pm. So I’m already over it!!! But I tell myself well you already told him you’ll go out with him so commit to that shit and go. So I put the address into my GPS and followed the directions. Well me being the dumb-ass or the little Pollyanna a friend once told me I was, I didn’t even checked to see where the hell this place was. Everyone, I told about this date told me to Google this address but I didn’t. I just jump my ass in the car and just drove over there like I was going to the mall.

The mall is definitely not where I ended up. As I was driving the scenery began to change. The streets got bumpier, broken glass could be seen, vacant houses, and vandalized cars were on the streets. People were standing outside in front of the corner store…. Yes people I was in the hood. Now I’m that bougie that I don’t know or have been to the hood because I most definitely have. I was practically raised hood adjacent.  But I was pissed!! Like no this boy didn’t have me meet him in the hood at damn 10pm….WTF? Now, I’m getting closer to my destination and the scenery changes even further. Stray cats can be seen, more people standing on the corner but not in front of a store just the corner. I man with no teeth is rolling a tire up the street. There’s a house that people are coming in and out of but there seems to be no lights on in the house. Ladies and gentlemen I’m not in the hood anymore but I have now enter another place and it’s called THE TRAP. Clearly this is THE TRAP as I have stopped my car in front of a crack house. For those that don’t know what The Trap is, it’s a place in urban culture where drugs are sold, made, and distributed.  I stopped my car (noticed I didn’t say park, as my foot was on the brake and the car was still in drive). I call this boy and tell him I’m outside, he says he’ll be right down. It took him 15 minutes to bring his ass…. All the while I’m on the phone telling my friend this absurd situation I’m in. Now she’s telling me to get the hell out of dodge, finally I agree with her and this was bat shit crazy. I just wanted to stay so I could tell him off face to face. He comes to my car.

I unlock the door and he gets in, I’m so fucking confused like so many questions are going through my head. Why I’m in the trap? Why didn’t you tell me you lived in the trap? Why did you think I would be okay with coming to the trap and 10pm? Are you riding with me? And if so why don’t you have a car? When I met you, you had a car what happened to it? He starts talking about how nice I look blah, blah, I’m just ready to get my little Pollyanna ass out of the trap before some shit pops off. I’m not even looking at him….. I just say “where are we going’? He says to this lounge up the street… I’m ready to tell him naw dude I’m cool on that and you. But I chill and just drive, plus I have my mase and box cutter if something does happen. Shit, I have seen too many episodes of Law and Order: SVU to be that damn chill. So we get to the spot and it’s a fucking hole in the wall. The same place where that ratchet ass woman questioned my taste in fashion (link).  It was definitely no damn Cheers. But everyone seems to know his name in the place. We find a seat and order drinks. So after a couple of sips I decide not to be “that bougie ass bitch”, that everyone in there probably thought I was and just talked to the guy. Hell I was already there and my Saturday night was in the toilet anyway, I just decided not to let it go to complete waste.

So after talking to him for about an hour, he’s was actually nice and kinda funny. He has a regular ass job (at least that’s what he told me), he just lives in the trap but overall he really didn’t act the rest of those bamas in there. I ended up having a decent time with him; I didn’t even cuss him out. Although, I did tell him no sir…. I will not be making about more trips to the trap and he should’ve given me a heads-up about the neighborhood. Will I go out with him again? Maybe but if we do it definitely won’t be on that side of town. He’s nice, cute, and funny and that’s cute for causal dating but not so much for serious dating. We’ll see I guess this is what dating is all about.   

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Fashion Wars


Look I know my flare for fashion can be a little out there at times for some. Especially my Mom she just doesn’t understand the way I dress at times, she says I’ve always a Punky Brewster style to me even as a child. I mention this because this past weekend while out on a mildly horrendous date (that’s another post within itself), my fashion sense was questioned and put on blast.

First let me try to set the scene of the place where this happened. I was a bar/lounge in not the nicest side of town. The place was somewhat of a hole in the wall… fuck it. That place was ratchet as hell and so were the people in there minus me and my date. Like if someone would’ve wanted Colt 45 the 40 oz. size, I’m pretty damn sure that beverage would have been provided with the brown paper bag to go with it. Now that I think about it I have no idea and no really good explanation as to why my high falutin ass was in there (yes, I know I’m somewhat bougie. Whatever I wear that title like an honor badge). Anyway so I’m sitting the bar, sipping on my vodka tonic looking at these old people step. Then the woman next to me taps me on my shoulder and this conversation happens. First let me describe what I had on. A floral blazer (it had pale pink, green, and cream in it), a white tank top, khaki shorts (and not coochie  cutter either), thick grey tights under the shorts, camel color mid- calf boots, and a  cream colored quilted chain linked purse.  

Somewhat Ratchet Woman: “Excuse me but how old are”?
Me: “Twenty blank, why”?
SRW: “Well, girl you’re just dressed all old-fashioned. You have on this floral blazer and tights…. I mean if the tights were fishnets, than it would’ve made the outfit alright.”
Me: “Ummmm okay”
SRW: “Girl you’re too young and pretty to be dressing like Rose from the Golden Girls, that ain’t hot!! You need to show more skin”.
She then points to my purse and says,
SRW: “You got this grandma looking ass pocket-book on… no boo”!!!
Me: “Okay, well your comments have been noted”.

By this time my date comes back from the bathroom and I conversation comes to a halt. Now this conversation is the most memorable thing about that night. Now hey my fashion sense ain’t for everybody, but I will say that when I went to Urban Outfitters earlier that day with the same outfit on  four people said they loved my blazer. I ‘m just saying !!!  I’ll take those people’s comments about my outfit any day over hers any day. I wasn’t mad, pissed off, or upset with what this woman said. I more amused by her than anything. Like can this woman (who told me she was 41) with her Iggy Azalea weave ponytail and House of Dereon/Apple Bottom/ Baby Phat/ Enyce O’ Couture outfit straight from your local Citi Trends, even dare tell me what’s hot in these fashion street. 

Lady, snatch every piece of your life back from this beautiful nightmare world you’re living in sponsored by the local Rainbow clothing store. This lady who had on Apple Bottom jeans, had the gall to tell me I was dressed like a Golden Girl. To which I say thanks, because I love the Golden Girls. Chile….. Fishnet stocking and khaki shorts??? How the fuck do these two things going together. Show some more skin??? Why bitch?? So I can look like a common street-walker like you?? First of all it was cold that night (it’s Chicago), I wasn’t going to the club, plus I came here with a man. Unlike her ass that was looking to catch one. This woman was basically telling me to dress like a hoodrat. Well sweet Madame, I maybe a lot of things but I hoodrat I am not. I listen to just as much Future, Travis Porter, and Gucci Mane as the next girl but I hoodrat I am not. That look maybe cute for you, but it’s not for me. So the next time certain people like SRW feel the urge to dispense fashion advice I’m going to her and people like her to read (not just look at the pictures) every Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar magazine for the last three years.


Monday, April 9, 2012

Game Over


Where do I begin??? Well I guess from the beginning duh. The Game cues Common’s I use to love her. I was a huge fan of this show once upon a time; well really when it was on The CW. I’ve been watching this show since Girl Melanie and Derwin were introduced on Girlfriends as Joan’s cousin and her boyfriend. Since the pilot episode when they had the dark-skin Derwin( I think that guy is on one of those TNT shows I don’t watch ), I’m so glad they didn’t go with him. I think Pooch Hall makes a better Derwin Davis.  Anyway like I said I was a huge fan, I made my friends that didn’t watch the show watch, hell I even made my Mom watch and the only things she likes to watch on TV are the news and old episodes on Law and Order. But they loved the show and so did I.

Then The CW decided they were going try to become the sexy 2.0 version of Teen Nickelodeon or something and focus on programming more like Gossip Girls and 90210. They moved The Game to the grave yard shift of time slots, aka Friday night at 8 or 9. When nobody is at home watching TV, after that season the show cancelled. Everyone saw that coming and people still lost their damn minds (I’m included in this bunch) like LA riots were happening all over again. Petitions were signed to bring The Game, so after a two year break The Game comes back to television on BET and this where things take an ugly turn and the sugar most definitely turns into shit. Now before I go any further I would like to commend BET for bring the show that people loved and wanted to see back to TV, which was cancelled in my opinion because it was a black show on a white network and they wanted white shows on their network. Nothing more and nothing less.  So for attempting to do this BET gets a hand clap from me. Now onto the fuckery that has now because The Game on BET. Honestly the best analogy I can give about how this show has desegregated. Would be to say you’ve been listening to your music on the latest version of an ipod touch yesterday but today you’re downgraded to a Walkman. Or let’s say Beyonce was going to perform at your Birthday party but now you’re stuck with Keri Hilson. Like that’s how I feel about this show now, everything about it pisses be off and it pisses me off so much because I know the show was once an amazing show now its empty promises and boulevards of broken dreams .

So why this show is such slaughtered pig mess?  Well I think there are a number of factors and here they are.

1)      The writers: I’m assuming that during the two year hiatus, a lot if not all the writers found other work or just didn’t come back to the show when it started to air on BET. The writing on the show is just horrible, I tell you!!!! The jokes ARE NOT funny, like most of Lil’ Duval’s jokes on twitter aren’t funny. The plots are all over the place, the shit just isn’t cohesive. For example, Derwin gets mad at Melanie for having an abortion. Now the baby wasn’t his and they had broken up at the time she slept with Trey Wiggs and got pregnant. Melanie didn’t disclose this info to Derwin until after they got back together. As a matter of fact she never tells anyone, until they go to the doctor to try to figure why she’s having a hard time getting pregnant. Melanie then tells Derwin all about the abortion, he gets pissed. Somehow and someway they run into Trey Wiggs and invite him and his family to Derwin’s son b-day party. Notice I didn’t say their child’s party because welp Derwin got the girl he was dating when him and Melanie were broken up pregnant. So he has baby with another woman but is mad as hell at Melanie because she aborted another man’s baby. So mad in fact that when Trey Wiggs shows up at the party Derwin sucka punches him outside. We never hear about Trey Wiggs again.  Now what kind of shit is this???  So there’s no explanation as to why shit is happening it just happens. Did I say the jokes are funny because they really are not. I swear Lostmade more sense than this show and I still don’t know what the fuck happened on Lost.

2)      The Production: Man listen… sometimes when I watch the show it looks like someone took their iphone 4s and just started filming shit in their mama’s living room. Like for real???? This is how it goes down in 2012 on BET, shit old episodes of The Cobsy Show from the 80’s look better than this. Also I may just notice this because I’m from Atlanta and The Game is now filmed there but if they shoot one more damn scene at Atlantic Station I may just kick my TV. Like almost every scene that’s not in someone’s house is shot at Atlantic Station…. Listen there’s other places to shoot in the city. If you’re that pressed go ask Tyler Perry for some time on his lot.

3)      The extraness-  Yes, I know that isn’t a word but damnit it goes so appropriately to describe this show. Since the change every character on the show has become extra. Now these characters were already this way on the old network but they were just way more likable and more well-rounded. For example Tasha Mack on the show has always been hood, ghetto, urban, whatever the hell you want to call it. But now this bitch is about 2 steps away from being Sheneneh from Martin she’s damn near ratchet. Smacking her lips, smoking Black & Mild’s in public, eating Now n Laters and ranch sunflower seeds (and who the hell eats ranch sunflower see??? Show your face please). Ma’am…. What in the world?? They have just turned her into a real hoodrat, she was a little hood before but now she’s like on level 10. Melanie and Derwin Davis, they were a little daft and naïve before but now chile I can’t both of their asses. They’re both about as dumb as doorknobs now.  Melanie has turned into a super bougie bitch. Has she also been bougie? Yes, but now it’s to the power of 10 she’s definitely on her Marie Antoinette Let Them Eat Cake shit. Also this calling herself a doctor and she didn’t do her residency so she could cater to Derwin’s ass has got to stop. Either be a doctor or a Real Housewife of Atlanta, you can be both so pick one heffa.  They also turned somewhat funny Malik Wright into a druggie, egotistical manic, with a horrible ass Mohawk. First it’s not 2009 and the Mohawk has to go, Mr. T looking ass and him thinking he’s Peyton or Eli Manning has to stop too. Finally Jason Pitts the only person I like on the show, he’s still pretty much the same. He’s a little more of an asshole but I still like him the best, they should do more storylines with him and the show would be soooo much better. My only problem with him is that this season it’s revealed as to why he prefers to date white women. Because when he was growing up and would visit his cousins in the hood, the little black girls wouldn’t give him any play but the white girls would. I’m calling bullshit on this the time frame Jason is talking about is the late 80’s- early 90’s. Basically pre Denzel Washington and Wesley Snipes days. So you mean to tell me that in prime time Light-skin boy era, this high yellow boy couldn’t get no play ??? Yeah ok. Al B. Sure and El Debarge were running things, light skin boys were in style but he couldn’t get not play. Yeah fucking right. I still like Jason put that’s bullshit my friend.

4)   Kelly Pitts - I want Kelly Pitts back on the show but I want the old Kelly back not the one acting like Evelyn from Basketball wives. I want the Victoria’s Secret pink yoga pants, bedazzling hats for my husband’s team members, coupon cutting Kelly Pitts. That I cut my hair like Rhianna circa 2009, fighting like I’m on Love and Hip-hop, and dropping like its hot Kelly Pitts they can keep. Apparently on the show Kelly has gone to have her Eat. Pray. Love. moment.  So hopefully she can get her mind right and come back as the Kelly Pitts I use to love, if not like I said before keep it.

In summary this show has turned into a black horrible ass rendition of Dallas or something or better yet it’s like two steps above being those chitlin circuit plays that come BET on Sunday afternoons. They’re so terrible that you watch in the hopes that it gets better but it doesn’t, and when it goes off you say to yourself “why the hell did I just watch this for two hours”? Yeah that’s where The Gameis at now…. just fucking terrible. I really don’t see the show getting any better either. Why you might say? Because there’s no direct competition, that’s why? What other semi-success black shows are on TV? I dare you to say The House of Payne or some other Tyler Perry show. This ain’t the 90’s when shows like Martin, A Different World, Living Single, Moesha, and everything else in between are on air. There’s The Game and…… yeah I’m drawing a blank after that. So with no competitionThe Game continues to make this fuckery of a show and people watch must there’s no other alternative. This is a sad thing here, I tell you. I’m sure if this was 1995 and all those other black shows were on TV and The Game (the way it is now) was presented to network execs, that shit would’ve never seen the light of day. But because of the lack of diversity on TV these days any old bullshit will fly. Well damnit I’m sick of and I refuse to continue to support this show. It’s like having a boyfriend that use to take you to nice restaurants for date night, now that y’all are together for real now y’all are sitting on the couch eating spaghetti O’s out of the can and that’s date night now. I’m not about that life so just like I would do if I had a boyfriend that wasn’t treating me right, I would have to break up with him. That’s what I have to do with The Game…. We have to break up. So I guess its game over.
     

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Beautiful Textures: Product Review


So I brought these products Beautiful Textures about 6 weeks ago from Sally’s and I must say I really like them. First let’s talk about the price. I purchased the leave-in conditioner, moisture butter, hair growth oil, and curly pudding and my total was like $26. So for those that don’t feel like doing the math the products were like $5.87 a piece (they were on sale that week) but even the regular price is very reasonable $6.99. a jar of Ms. Jessie’s anything is $40 and above.

But beyond the products having a great price, the products work very well on my hair.  They leave my hair soft and smelling nice. No, like for real the products smell so good!!! So if you're in the market for some new natural hair products that are reasobable priced check out Beautiful Textures.


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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Questions Existing




If you don’t like your job, maybe you should quit stop being a bitch and love yourself. ~ Jaguar Wright

This song came on my iPod the other day, and it has been stuck in my head ever since. Like for real this is exactly how I’ve been feeling at work for the past month or so. I just want to quit and not leave on amicable terms either. Like I want to do this Dave Chappelle style, so why do I want to walk off my job giving everyone the finger? Well I’ll give you a few reasons.

1)      The pay- Let’s just say I’m able to pay my bills and that’s just about it. I did my taxes last month and actually saw the amount of money I made last year and all I could say was “Cole world” in my J.Cole voice. I’ve been working my ass off for pennies, hell fuck that for shillings and pence.

2)      My co-workers- Man listen at this point the sheer sound of one of my coworker’s voice in the morning just makes me want to slap her. I honestly can say that I absolutely and completely can stand half the people I work with. Like I know I go around with that I don’t give a fuck and don't say shit to me face (unless its work related). I definitely don’t look mean but I do look tried and unmoved by anything that’s going on at work. The other day one of the few people I like at work, made this comment to me. “This place is so boring and everyone is always trying to get into everyone’s business.” My reply “It’s boring because these people are boring and they have no real excitement in their lives outside of work.” Shawty that ain’t me; I’m not saying that my life is a P. Diddy Fourth of July party in the Hamptons but damn these folks act like they’re living the lives like the Golden Girls without all the fun shenanigans. I’m sorry but I don’t come to work to get my life, I come to work to get a check.  

3)      Overall lack of interest- When I started this job at this Fortune 500 Company, I was like yes I have arrived. I thought I would learn so much and that my talents would definitely be appreciated and my knowledge would expand vastly.Welp, like LeBron when he took his talents to South Beach I thought he was moving on up to the eastside. This shit ain’t what it appeared to be, like the Miami Heat this was/is a mind-fuck and on the brink of self-destruction. I mean have I learned some things? Yes, but the most important thing I may have learned is, maybe this isn't exact way I want my career path to go. Can I yes myself doing this for other 20-30? Absolutely FUCKING NOT!!!!

So my question is where do you go when you realize that you don’t like your job, hell you may not even like the career you’ve chosen for yourself. I mean we all have bills, mine are multiplying. So just quitting without another job or some other type of income would be just foolish. My body isn't stripper ready..... so that's out. So seriously what do you do? Jesus fix it.