Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Am I the Pot Calling the Kettle Black?

It was brought to my attention the other day that I'm a bit of a hypocrite.  As you can imagine, my mouth dropped to the floor in disbelief that someone would have the audacity to suggest something so absurd to me.  I mean it wasn't quite that dramatic, but I was a little taken aback at the suggestion. But then I had to take a step back and ask myself if there was any possibility that her accusation could be true. (I'd say hypocrisy can be described as an accusation in this context.)

This blogging thing can get you into trouble.  I've had people say to me, straight up, "Who were you talking about in your blog?" Me being me, I had to say who it was because one, I'm not a liar and two, if you ask then you must be strong enough to deal with the answer.  That said, by no means do I intentionally put anyone on blast and I never, ever use names.  If someone takes anything I write personal, most likely I'm talking about them and they can't handle my perspective, or they're too sensitive and projecting their feelings onto me and my creative outlet.

The person who accused me of hypocrisy was neither of these.  She was just a loved one calling me out onto the carpet for what she perceived as an issue.


One Can Only Hope to Feel Fire and Desire - An Homage To Teena Marie


 Fire and Desire Lyrics

Remember when I used to
Love them and leave them
That's what I used to do
Use and abuse them
Then I laid eyes on you

It was pain before pleasure
That was my claim to fame
I was cold as ice...
I wasn't very, very, very nice
Then I kissed your lips...

And you turned on my fire, baby
And you burn me up within your flame
Took me a little higher
Made me live again

You turned on my fire, baby
Then you showed me what a love could do
Fire and desire, baby

Some may say that this is a typical song in which to pay homage to Ms. Teena Marie. I won't argue with that.  I cannot say that I'm familiar with Ms. Marie's entire song catalog.  In passing, I may be able to recognize a tune or 2, but I may or may not be able to identify the song.  What I would undeniably be able to recognize would be her voice.  I would also be reminded of what that voice did to me the first time I heard it.


Saturday, December 25, 2010

Letters to My Unborn Child - The Spirit of Christmas

Hi Baby,

Merry Christmas.  I pray that Mommy was able to give you everything your little heart desired.  You deserve it. Mommy just wanted to take a little time to tell you what the spirit of Christmas is really about. 

You know when we pray every night to God?  Well Christmas represents the day God's son, Jesus, was born.  It's his birthday baby! Everybody loves birthdays, right ? Well this is what Mommy would call a BIIIIIIG IMPORTANT Birthday.


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

"They Say Love and Insanity are Somewhat Related" Agree??


Crazy Love lyrics

They say love and insanity
Are somewhat related
The way that they make us act
But baby girl the love between you and me
Is truly the greatest
Though sometimes we hate it
They can't tell me nothing about you
Cuz you're my
Crazy love
Can't tell me nothing about how we do
Cuz we got
Crazy love

Been listening to Neyo's "Crazy Love" on repeat for the past few days, and if you know me by now, you know it got me to thinking...


Monday, December 20, 2010

What's Good for the Gander Aint Good for the Goose...

I've always wondered why the saying goes "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." 

For those of us who don't know, a gander is defined as a male goose.  Now that we know that, shouldn't it be more like "What's good for the gander is good for the goose"? 

Last time I checked, it was women who fought for equality and the right to be treated the same as men. In terms of treatment in the work place, as far as voting is concerned, and in society period.

Seeing as how the actual feminist movement ended in the 1920's, it baffles me that women haven't come farther than we should have.  Not only in terms of the workplace where men earn substantially more than women but in our relationships.  I notice that women often value our relationships with men more than we do our relationships with one another.

Don't agree?

Read more to find out how I've drawn this conclusion....

Thursday, December 16, 2010

What I Do

See what I do is reflect
Searching for flaws I have yet to detect
Buffin' and sandin', I'm gon make it shine
Workin' hard on it too, cuz I aint got time

Time to waste just being, when better is around the corner
Where they do that at?
Stable? Hmm? Not quite good enough.
Fulfilled? Yes. More like it.
I'm striving to be the latter, not the former

What I do is ignore the naysayers
I aint got time to be acknowledgin' hatas
More wasted time
And this time breath too
And I aint got neither to waste
I keeps it movin', and I moves with haste

What I do is worry about me
If it's one thing I control, it's who I'm gon be
What you should do is worry 'bout you
That's the best thing you could ever do
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Go After What You Want; Just Don't Be Thirsty

This morning I was on Twitter and I saw something I found pretty interesting.  Simple but interesting.

First let me say, on twitter, I "follow" all types of people.  From Dr.Cornel West and Barack Obama, to comedian Lil Duval and socialite Kim Kardashian.  Mainly I use twitter for venting, snarky comments, networking, and to get a good laugh.  Pretty much, for me, it has numerous functions.  That said, I follow Tameka Raymond and Marc Lamont Hill.

A little backstory on both:

Tameka Raymond is a celebrity fashion stylist, Atlanta socialite, and most notably singer Usher's ex wife and the mother of his 2 children.  She also has a foundation for young women called "Lost Ones".

Dr. Marc Lamont Hill is a Professor of Education and Anthropology/African American Studies at Teachers College, Columbia University. He also hosts the nationally syndicated television show Our World with Black Enterprise and is a contributor to FOX News (and a great representative for the under-represented).

I'll admit, when I first saw the brother's credentials I was like "DAYUUUUUUUM" (in the voice Smokey uses in Friday when Ms. Parker bends over).  For real.  I was super impressed.  Not to get down on Black men, cause Lord knows I love them, but it doesn't just take statistics to tell us that black men are less educated and therefore less successful than their other male counterparts.  That said, when one sees a brother who is good looking, well-educated (did you peep the "Dr." that precedes his name?), well-spoken, and not a cornball (no Bryant Gumbel types here...sorry) it's no doubt he'll have his share of admirers.

On twitter, the former Mrs. Raymond, makes her interest in Mr. Hill pretty obvious.  What inspired this post is a tweet that I saw from her to Mr. Hill this morning that simply read: Hi.

Call me crazy but that one word made her seem a tad bit "thirsty" to me...

Read More to find out why I thought so..........

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Sacrifice

It hurts but I gotta do it
To you it's wrong of me but I gotta use it before I lose it
I can't shake it; it has a hold on me like you wouldn't believe
It's so tight I can hardly breathe

That's how much I want it.
How much I need it.
How much IT needs me.

You can't stop me. No one can.

I gotta let this thing out at all costs
And trust me my love, I know it's my loss
I'm sorry you can't conceive of this need I feel inside
Not even you and our love is enough to make it subside

This thing inside me has a hold on me
Strong enough that I can't ignore it, I just gotta see

See what's in store beyond the surface.

I gotta go deep and find what's pulling at me so
If this thing is worth letting you go
The tears that fall down your face hurt my heart more than you'll ever know

But they're still not enough to make me stay.

Know this love, what I have for you will never go away
It won't lie dormant and I won't keep it at bay
I'll cherish what we had; the love and all you did for me
Even the way I disappointed you in the end, you handled it gracefully

But what could I expect?
You have always been you.

Yet I have ALWAYS been me.
Maybe you just didn't see.

The Sacrifice
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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wait On People To Do What They Say and You May Wait Forever....

Last night, I came home from school around 9ish.  Since it's literally brick a$$ (that's slang for ridiculously cold) in NY, I live in Brooklyn, and I have a man, I think it's only right that he meets me at the train station and walks me home.  He does.  We walk home as usual, discuss our respective days and nothing is amiss.  Now I should note that earlier in the day, we were discussing how WE couldn't wait for me to get home so we could get in some QT. 

When we come up to the house his right hand man is out front. All good.

He's like "Boo, I'll be in in a second".  Cool. 

The second, is actually about 5 minutes but then he comes in and says "Boo, I'll be back in a half hour.  I have to go pick up a beat." (He's a musician) 

Fine.  It's a half hour.  Still all good. 

At 11, he calls. I hear his boys in the background ki-ki-ing it up.  He's like I'm leaving here in 15 minutes.  I say ok but really I'm thinking "Did you not say 30 minutes?"  Maybe this seems petty, and granted it was no biggie but what ever happened to the days when people did what they said and said what they meant?

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Monday, December 6, 2010

I Just Calls 'Em How I See 'Em - Keri Hilson's "The Way You Love Me" Video


Last week Keri Hilson's video was all the rage.  Whether good or bad, people were talking about it.  To be quite honest...I couldn't really figure out how I felt about it until I gave it some more thought.


Thursday, December 2, 2010

What Are You Talking About? - Chloe "Comfortable"

My sister was in town this past weekend for the holiday. She's a mom of three and lives in PA so needless to say when she comes to the town, there are those few NYC fixes she needs.

One being the NYC nightlife.

My cousin told us about a party going down at Taj in the city. We arrive at 11:50 for en event that ends at midnight. We were obviously working on CPT (Colored People Time).

After a quick chat with the guest of honor, we find out the party is migrating to Moe's in Brooklyn. We head for the Brooklyn Bridge after a quick stop for some Street Meat *pause* aka Gyros (nothing quite says the NY experience like a pitstop, on the late night, at a street vendor).

When we get to Moe's, I feel like I walked into a scene from "Love Jones" or "Brown Sugar". The spot had this real hipster, neo-soul, forward thinking Black people vibe, with a few "tokens" sprinkled in. I was diggin' it. We find a lil low spot, post up, and do what we do.

About 20 minutes in, they decide it's time for a smoke break. I fall back seeing as how I don't smoke and I'm not tryna lose the spot. Bad Move. Enter: Annoying A$$ Dude aka "Rob".

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