This blog has been far too conservative for far too long…I’m busting out.
DISCLAIMER: From time to time, I’m gonna say some things about some people that you might not like and maybe he/she or it might read this one day. Past visitors to previous blogs of mine are hip, but you squares might get sensitive. Given the “rider” state we live in.
To these folks I say a humble – Yeah. And. (smile)
No, really. I mean all I say with love, always. But I mean it. And some stuff’s just imagery to make a point.
Pull your Spanx up, let’s go.
Here’s to random thinking…
Things that could never happen in 2010 – TLC’s Red Light Special.
You gotta respect Badu’s gangsta. You know good and damn well an R&B song like “Window Seat” wouldn’t have gotten heavy MTV Jams play without the onion. Up next to Rick Ross videos and thangs. Getting Her Paper Boo-Boo. Not sure how I feel, still, but I understand that this game called hustle, is exactly what it is. Movie junkies that dig on her promo pic for New Amerykah 2 – take a look at the influence point from a film called The Holy Mountain.
Check it on Netflix…I guarantee you will trip out on it.
I miss Marsha Ambrosius so much that I fought my gag reflex and endured a Wale song.
Girl come back before I cause myself some permanent damage.
Ciara – Ride.
Yeah, he likes the way you ride THE BEAT. Yeah.
Now certainly, I will get down with your workout plan and that’s most def grown folks’ business, but come on…
As a person who actually likes Ciara from time to time, I’m compelled to ask is this really the cost
of staying relevant? I also saw this video playing at about 330pm in the afternoon.
Booty Pop is one of the most insulting things I’ve ever seen or heard of.
Word to Saartjie Baartman aka Hottentot Venus, who was taken in her slave chains around the world to be
ogled and ultimately dissected for her “booty pop”. It sucks. Monkey Nuts.
Nicki Minaj perpetuating this phenomenon makes me ponder the preposterous-ness of her persistent existence.
It was perfectly easy for me to enter “nicki minaj booty” into the Google search to come up with an array of
pics to make this point – but this one…this one strikes me the most.
Inside a box, something really lost in the look in her eyes.
Someone HAD To Say Something
I know that Nightline did a special about Black women not being able to get a man. I also know that yeah, there are about 21 women for every po dunk man out here. We are pressured to ramp up our inner trixie to keep a man and blah blah blahzay blah. You know the story.
If I could keep it squarely real – some of the fellas are forgetting that they need to stand on some game also. Walking around with the Courvoisier puffy face at 36 isn’t what’s happening fellas. You can not hang out all night anymore and those girls you’re pulling, don’t really like you for the long haul.
If they really like you at all. But that’s another conversation for another post.
You’re not 23 anymore and I’m worried you’re gonna have a stroke, love.
Is all I’m saying.
Nore – don’t be sending any folks my way – you posed for the actual picture, I’m simply making a point.
Laugh. It’s good for constipation.