The After Party

I always joke that ghey men walk funny. They lift an poke out their pecks, and let their elbows slip slightly behind their waists as they walk. And don’t let them be carrying something. It’s almost like their center of gravity is the same as it is for women. I really have no documented evidence to support this. But it’s something I’ve noticed over the years. (more…)

Y’all I think I may have written all I could write. And unless you guys come up with some good topics, I shall start winding down and getting ready for retirement. But in the meantime, is it me or does NY look like a tranny?? Since I have nothing else to offer, this song made me burst into a fit of laughter in my car the other day. (more…)

Happy Valentine’s Day!! I spent all day yesterday looking for the perfect eCard to send to you guys. But alas, nothing said what I really wanted to say. Then I as going to ask BC to use his skills to create something that accurately conveys my message. But with the time difference and all, I figured I wouldn’t be able to collaborate with him. Y’all know Japan is six weeks ahead of us here in the states. What was the message?? Roses are red. Violets are blue. Blogging is cool. But blogging for free won’t do! Bastards, pay me! I was going to have some pretty hearts on the card and everything. (more…)

Ah yeas. It’s that time of the year. Do you smell it in the air? It’s the scent of politics. Inside the beltway, we get our dose daily. But from what I can tell, the rest of you’s don’t get it like we do. So right about now, many of you are just getting swept up in the hype that is Pink V. Black. Cus for real, let many of the news stations tell it, there are only two people in the Dem Prim. Hillary and Obama. This morning, someone called Obama the Black JFK. J. Stewart went so far as to say his theme music was the music fro Jesus Christ Superstar–or whatever that play was. But I ask, are we really ready?? (more…)

Yesterday, Strangejazz ased the followin questions:

Do you think feminism has had an impact on why men are waiting so long to get married?

Do you think feminism has changed what men look for in a woman????

Thank goodness he asked because I was at a loss about what to write for you guys this Thursday. Actually it doesn’t matter what I write about you mofos will turn this into a relationshippy thing in the comments section. Cus that’s how y’all do.

Then Keisha asked for feminism to be defined. Enter Wikipedia. Cus according to them, Feminism is: (more…)

I can not get that song out of my head! It’s so not brilliant but darn, it’s catchy! I hate to be morbid again, but…Say you’re married and you die. As best we living folks know, a dead person doesn’t know how things go down once they’re dead. I’ve always maintained that if I die and I have kids under 12, I expect my husband to grieve but to go find them a new mother. Not to replace me but to do all those cool things moms do. Small children need that. Everyone knows moms are needed. That’s why Mother’s Day is such a big to do! Hee-hee. But seriously, I don’t expect my husband to grieve forever. Let the kids grieve. Get counseling and all that. But the quicker the husband starts to get things back to ‘normal’ for our kids, the better off they’ll be. Him remarrying doesn’t mean he didn’t love me. But damn. Care for the kids. I know other relatives would be undone but if he brought a date to the first tHanksgiving without me, I’m be cool. Cool, since I won’t be in hell. LOL (more…)

Whew. M’kay. I’m writing this while catching up on my Oprah. And lemme say that I absolutely love the DOVE campaigns. Not only did I adore the Real Women Have Curves one, but now they’re doing one with older women!! Love it. Humh. What can I write about? I’m really at a lost. I checked the Post. Nothing to blogworthy there. Oh here’s something. I started working out today–again. As I watched myself sweating like an escape slave, I realized my fancy new workout pants were way too big. And damn, I’m kinda skinny. Anyway, back to the pants. I shouldn’t be surprised they were too big. Afterall, I got a medium. Yet I wear a small. But guess what, the darn store was all out of smalls. None in the back. None tucked in the wrong place. Believe me, I checked. I read the articles that say the average woman wears a size 12. So who the heck is buying up all the smalls and extra smalls?? (more…)

I’m not giving anything new today exept this gem I found in the Post this morning. Take a read.

I really don’t care what Jay-Z says, thirty is not the new twenty. Thirty is still thirty. Matter of fact, that whole line of reasoning seems to be more of an excuse why people are athetically waiting until they are well into their thirties to grow up! Not only that but he is not the Mike Jordan of recordin’. He’s the Jay-Z of recording. He is, to some degree, the standard. People will be calling your rappers the new Jay-Z and he’d better get used to it. Further, for teenagers, ghey is not the new punk rock. It’s not the cool in thing that parents don’t understand. And Meth, I don’t think it’s the new crack. It’s just an additional drug. Crackheads are too loyal to their high to move from crack to meth. I think. And oh illegal immigrants are not the new ngas! (more…)

Wayne Brady on Dirt was hilarious. No like relaly hilarious. He seemed to be playing the type of character he did on the Chappelle Show.

I returned from a meeting yesterday and I had a little indicator that someone had sent me an instant message. When I opened it I was pleasantly surprised. It was CB. We ended up catching up and the conversation provided much fodder for this little old blog. In that chat he asked for the blog address so he may read this. So if he’s reading, Thanks for giving me something to write about when I had completely run out.

CB is a nice guy. I won’t go as far as saying we dated but we did spend time in each other’s company. He also holds the distinction of being the only man I’ve met who shares my birthday that I didn’t bring the crazy out of. (I’ve met a lot of men who share my birthday.) Give CB a hand. Naturally, thoughtful, nice dude. Humh. We’re a lot alike in those ways. I digress. We ended up IM-ing about how he’s having trouble meeting women or that the ones he does meet he doesn’t feel the spark for. Ah two topics. None of y’all know him so I guess it’s OK to discuss this especially since he didn’t make me sign a waiver or even promise I wouldn’t write about it. I’m in the clear right? Plus, he probably won’t ever read this since is likely already gone to the Super Bowl–played in Miami GARDENS, not Miami. (more…)