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You’ve dropped a bomb on me.

So, this is my FIRST recap of Scandal, and I must say that I picked a lovely episode to do it on….

“I can stay awake just to hear you breathing…”

Ok, so can someone please explain to me why Olivia was sitting on the floor looking at Jake like Kathy Bates in “Misery”? She’s just laying her burdens down on the floor, fielding phone calls from her boo thang President Ghost, and getting the MMA shutdown from Huck!!!!!! lol Huck had no dambs to give to Olivia tonight, and she was feeling every bit of the girlfriend who got caught cheating on her man…”I’m fine, I just need some time”… a line that NO woman wants to hear from a guy, no matter if he’s a former assassin or not. You’s a cold mofo Hucky, a cold mofo. Can I get some nachos with that slurpee of heart feels please????!

“Mommy why don’t you lub Daddy neemore” – Cyrus”

I Can remember fondly my “family time” centered around the dinner table, and I’ll admit it wasn’t all rainbows, sunshine, and Jimmy Dean sausage goodness, but I can tell you it wasn’t nearly as cutthroat island as this scene with President Ghost, Raw dawg Mells, and whining Cyrus was. Who checks a man in the testicles so early in the morning????? I mean, can you at least pass the milk first?!? Sheesh!!!! And all Cyrus wanted was a pony for Christmas.

Miss Mellie got Fitz like Sophia in ‘The Color Purple’

I’m sorry Mrs. Cookoo for coco puffs, but your son is not right in the head, and apparently neither are you.

So the Gladiators get all kool-aid griny about the new client that just miraculously lands in their office, toting a publisher’s clearing house check…just full of giggles and 1st of the month happiness. However, things start to smell just a tad bit fishy when Ms. Nosey pants Quinn starts to reject the seats she so obviously needs to take, and hacks into their client’s bank account….uh, why?????? do you have a structured settlement and you need cash now???? …I bet you’re singing the song right now, but seriously who does this???? Let the woman give you her tithes, so what it was all the money she had, now you got it. Chile please. However, upon hearing this news, Olivia just so happens to feel the need to trot her Miss Jenkins “pastor appreciation” blue suit down to the “hill” to find Ms. Sanity Lost. Unfortunately, when Ms. Pout mouth does find her, she’s all taken aback by the fact she’s strapped like Royal and Jahighness in the hood over a ‘misunderstanding’. I’m sorry, but if someone gives me a bunch a money, I’m not going to ask why? First thing I’m doing is copping me a “pope coat”! Yeah I said it. The whole big to do was over the fact that Ms. Insane in Membrane wanted to uncover the truth about her son’s death (which she claims was wrongful) at the hands of the F.B.I. presumably for terrorist activities, but then you turn around and do the same thing miss payday, I guess the nut didn’t fall far from the tree. Too bad Wiki leaks got shutdown. Whoops! Needless to say explosives were involved, swat teams, and Ms. Infected lips doing her utmost to impersonate JuJu bean in Season two of Rupaul’s Drag Race. Also, might I add where were all the secret service agents? Were they so secretive that one one seems to know they exist? Too much for me to handle, plus why was President Ghost getting all ‘the girl is mine’ on Jake?! I mean you’re the president for goodness sakes, get another chick with sugar walls!!! I’m going to need you to take a seat right next to Quinn please….

Columbus Short aka Harrsion is fione

That’s all.

“Olivia causes more problems than she solves… – Rosen”

This is the truest line that I’ve heard so far since I’ve started watching the series, because I have yet to see Cambodian wig wearing, pouty lip Ms. Pope stay outta people’s bizzness. Olivia’s like the old lady that sits on her stoop, in her house coat and furry slippers, yelling at the kiddies to stay off the grass. I’m almost waiting for her to have a fly swatter over a big steaming pot of collard greens!!!! Olivia go get your life, before you sign that application for AARP. However, Rosen was on the wig snatching brigade tonight and Cyrus was stushed. lol

Cue the Star Spangled Banner

When did President Ghost get all patriotic? I mean I could practically hear the anthem playing in the background, with a series of images of sparklers, hot dogs, followed by the ‘off-air’ mind-numbing bleep at the end of the night. Don’t big now mister boss man I mean stop!

“If I have one more drink, I’m gonna end up hating you…is that what you wanna do shorty?”

Here is where we see Mellie get down and dirty, I mean Louisiana, catfish bayou, murky soul water dirty, especially when she comes for Mr. Jeeves aka President Ghost about his oh so precious bee sting jowl heifer. Filled to the brim with hooch (my favorite word), Mellie tries to entreat her “husband with benefits”, with a possible rump on Auntie Mame’s Thanksgiving table; when confronted with the notion of her being saddened by the missed opportunity of having her bee stung nemesis blown to kingdom come by Mr. Olivia, Raw take-no-*hit-off-of-you-and-yo-momma Mellie counters with a good ol rock em’ sock em’ punch that only Mellie can deliver:

Mr. Jeeves: “I would think that the last thing you’d want to do is celebrate; I’d think you’d be miserable, you missed out on your happy ending today. Olivia Pope being blown to bits?! That’s your dream isn’t it?

Raw dawg Mills: “Oh nooo, that’s my nightmare! if your whore had to died today, brave and strong, protecting a congressman inside the Capitol with a nation watching…Honey! The nails, the wood, cross you’d build and hammer her on, the worship you would feel for the rest of your days, down on your knees praying to saint Olivia Pope!! That would be…I’d lose…our little war…I’d lose. I am spectacular, but I can’t compete with religious fervor, so no, I was not hoping that she’d be blown up today, I’m not miserable that she survived. I’m celebrating cause Olivia Pope still walks this earth! She’s still alive, and as long as she is still alive, well she’s your flaw…your Achilles heel, which makes her my weapon. She’s the strings that if need be, I will pull to make my puppet husband dance…so cheers baby! Drink up! I live to fight another day!”

Mr Jeeves: *Gulps*


“Did you kill my father?”

Olivia strolls into her office all beaten, battered, and torn up like a 1$ hooker after a frat party, she stumbles upon Huck who looks like he’s just had his soul ripped out by God himself for questioning.  However, Olivia tries her best to offer some solace to Huck, (remember she did cheat on him! I mean she did right??? ) after a long pause, Huck reassures her that he’s not there to kill her, saying in fact he’s “All killed out today”. Apparently, this struck up some feels inside of Livy, because she then goes all Rambo on him, demanding to know if he snuffed out her father like a Qwki Mart match. You ain’t gotta lie Craig! You ain’t gotta lie! Hucks struggles to hold the pimp slap back on Olivia when he recalls how he tried to get a name of who’s in command. (Oh Huck’s gone bye bye birdie on us.) However, we see my boy Poppa Goon doing the jedi mind trick on Hucky bear, and suddenly Huck’s a walking slap chop commercial. Mannn…Rowan got people like Al Pacino in the Godfather…”Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.” I’m going to be Eli Pope for Halloween.

I feel for you, I think I love ya…

Despite what you think about Rowan/Eli Pope, you can’t deny that his and Olivia’s relationship doesn’t contain SOME shred of um…affection I guess? Albeit, twisted and weird, but you can’t say that Sid Vicious doesn’t care for his daughter. Ms. Blistex is ONLY chink in her father’s armor, an advantage that I don’t think she’s fully aware of…hmmm. I mean let’s not forget how easily Livy was able to get her father to release Huck, and now Jake’s benefitting from the genetic jedi powers…“the force is strong with this one”. However, I keep going back to what Ms. Wet your lips said to Jake, that the only reason he’s still alive is that he’s still useful to him in some way. So, it may not be over for boo#2 just yet.

I’ve just got onto the Scandal bandwagon, however these past few episodes have got me looking for absolution in the strangest of places. Shonda has got some explaining to do when I confront her about my frequent headaches, because I can’t seem to get my mind wrapped around the Bellevue Hospital craziness that she’s been dishing out.

Anyhoo people, that concludes my recap of Scandal.

I need a drink.

Scandal Mellie Fitz

Okay, so I think I’ve about hit my breaking point when it comes to some women and their P.D.R’s  (Public Displays of Ratchetness)…yes, the foolishness has bubbled over into the mainstream, and I am afraid that it won’t end there! Everywhere you turn, you can see evidence of wayward individuals losing their d*** minds in ways that will leave you cringing in pain, and catching face spasms, because you were side-eyeing soo hard. I felt compelled to chronicle the antics of all of the cousin Alize and Lysol’s out there– I have to! You all are driving me to drink!

1. Wearing sleep attire outside

Now, this offense has left me scratching my head many times, solely because I can’t think of a reason that one can use to justify this mess! Gimme one, and I’ll do the “Gator Dance” outside, buttnaked while holding an icicle…

There’s simply NO reason you should be out in the street with a scarf that you’ve been sweating in, dripping last night’s sleep spittle on, I’m sorry…not this TAHM. Oh, and let’s not forget the “hometraining: 101” dropouts who think it perfectly acceptable to walk out in your pajama pants!!!!!!!!!!! o_O …big mama should snatch yo simple behind back into reality with that foolishness, and throw in a switch or two on top it off. The only time people who commit this crime should get a pass, is if your house is burning to the ground, and all of your clothes where in the washing machine…that’s all.

2. Gurl that’s not your size aka denial

We see you standing in the department store ma’am, between the junior misses and petites, when you know your tail should be in the grown folks section. We all agree and know that beautiful people come in all shapes, sizes, ages and look fierce. However danggit, if I see another one of you ‘holding onto a dream’ tragedies out there, I’m going to hem you up, and pull an on the spot makeover right then and there.  If you’re 50, don’t dress like you’re 20; if you’re tall, don’t try to shrink your body into your little sister’s jeans! I won’t have it! STOP COMMITTING THESE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY! I know that demi bra looks nice, but if you’re working with big guns, don’t put them in sling shots…same thing goes for panties! You know what I’m talking about, you ass decapitators.

3. Following ALL trends

Last year, a great catastrophe occurred when someone decided to be the first person to wear leggings, and made them popular. Lemme give you some insight on this one, just because it’s popular or a trend, doesn’t mean you have to follow it. Not every look floating around out there is meant for EVERYONE. Leggings, half the head shaved off, daisy dukes, meat dresses etc. No hun…nah uh…so what you saw Jada wearing it, it don’t fit you boo! Let it go!

4. Maintenance

I know it’s hard out there. In between taking care of the kids, and maintaining the household, it’s very easy for us goils to fall behind with daily up keep of our persons. However, never in the history of the world should a lady step one pinky toe out of her house without basic hygiene approval. I mean c’mon sweetie, do I really have to tell you about a pumice stone? or a toenail clipper, especially if you’re going to don sandals!!!!!!!!!????? NO!!!!!!!!!! Some of you ladies are out there walking around like you’ve done a stint on the Flintstones, and starting the car with your feet! Oh heck naw…mayne! Fix dem hooves.

5. Your lace front is ALL wrong!

I wanna create a prayer circle for the sad individual who invented the lacefront wig, because your soul is in all kinds of danger, filled with darkness and despair. Who in the Sesame Street universe told you, you can fabricate this scalpofsin? Thousands of follically challenged women are strutting around like Kenya tahkinbout “I’m gone with the wind fabulous!”…uh, no you’re more like here with a breeze ratched. What’s even more tragic is that some of the flock are being bamboozled, led astray, run amok into thinking they can just get any ol rug and slap it on their heads! Nooooooooo….tumblr_inline_mfxa5iy8QB1qj6pum

6. White eye liner?…black eye liner for your lips?!

Yeah…okay. Leave that wet n wild makeup alone my dear. JUST SAY NO! I REBUKE YOU! While we’re on the subject of makeup, please for the love of all things sacred find foundation that matches your natural skin tone! The undead look is NOT cute…and what’s up with these ‘the rock’ eyebrows???? Nope, have a seat.

If I forgot anything, please lemme know! This is your P.S.A for the day.

The Urban Daily

At exactly 1:30pm, in between an informal lunch and lazy post, my cellphone slipped off the counter, vibrating how it does when my alarm goes off. I grabbed my notepad, ran to a desolate place and slammed the door. One minute later, the desk phone flashed. “Hey this is Ice Cube,” the line on the other end of the receiver said. I wasn’t expecting him to call me himself. Routine suggested that I had a second to gather my composure. I was expecting a publicist, who normally is the liaison between interviewer and interviewees, but when you have a “crazy motherf***er straight out of Compton” on the line, there’s no time to be starstruck.

Ice Cubereal name O’ Shea Jackson–is one of the original “N****s With Attitude.” His rap group NWA used the “n-word” as an expressive term to chronicle life growing up as a black man in…

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WARNING: This blog post may contain moments of confusion, bewilderment and rant worthy paragraphs. However, I assure you, I’m a professional– I do crazy well.

To be honest, I’ve done a recap already of this year’s shenanigans ( did she really say that?), but I wanted to do a different take on it, basically giving my twisted, downright gritty, yelling at the tv spin on it all. As the year closes, I’m left with a bevy of questions–some of which I doubt will ever see the light of day. For one reason, I don’t think I want to reveal the depth of eccentricity I truly do have lingering around in my head like Lindsey Lohan, trying to dodge the paparazzi. However, there are others I’ve found myself scratching at the surface to uncover, because I REFUSE to go into yet another year toting this with me like Chicken George in Roots. So, excuse me while I air out some thoughts and conundrums, if I don’t, I’m pretty sure y’all will find me hugging my knees somewhere, tahknbout “Dey woat lemme be”.

1. Kanye West

Yes sir, Mr. Kantgetrite has let his crazy loose out onto the world this year in the form of leather chaps, a baby alive doll, and his book-a-gig appearances he has subjected us to as a form of purgatory punishment. He has gone from photo bombing his…”girlfriend’s” (Kimmy CowKakes Kardashian) “reality” show, to singing at the Juke Joint cameo spots with various keystone artists on various tracks that had evrybotty scratching their heads wondering…why?

Call it what you want, but you can’t deny Kanolysol really turned it up in these twelve months! From dressing his pet Kardashian in sad lil polar bear booties to prancing around in his glistening rawhide skirt, he has truly grated on my nerves this year. Good play sir, Good play.

2. Gabby (Gabrielle) Douglas

Okay honestly, I really didn’t tune in to the Olympics this Summer, because for one they were airing events that I had never even heard of, and were showing them on a thousand different channels at different times!

However, I did managed to catch all the nonsense and pure foolishhuhwatness surrounding Gabby Douglas, and the drama about her hair. For days, even weeks–even after London was left with a gaping hole in its center from the games, people still went on about how her do wasn’t did…what?! The girl was competing in an international event, garnering accolades, honors and medals– making history, and people decided to concern themselves about hair?! Yeah, have a seat somewhere, the bus shall come along for you presently. I swear the whole thing had me screaming at the television screen baying for the yaky weave hounds, because I was fuming; I bet you, those same individuals are sitting on the couch right now DVR’ing upcoming episodes of Real housewives of Love and Hip Hop.


3. Tributes

This year witnessed many famous personalities being called home to glory. From Whitney Houston, Sherman Hemsley, Donna Summer, Etta James, Michael Clark Duncan and many others, and one thing you can say about our people is the fact we salute our dearly departed in style. However, I had a problem with the selection of some of the musicians chosen to pay tribute to these icons. Firstly, I’ve a bone to pick with Jennifer Hudson…since when did she become a professional mourner? I’ll admit missy can sang–not sing, but saaannngg, but why is she the first one to be called whenever an award show wants to pay homage? Is she sitting by the phone waiting? Does she have a private line like a bat phone?? Who knows, but I’d like for her to sit one out. Just one.

4. The Presidential Debates

Lawd hunty chile I have never been so stressed out in all of my thirty-three years of life on this precious planet, than I was during this year’s debates. Every day since the campaign trail started, I’ve been in cold sweats, withdrawals, and irritable fits of rage– and that’s was just from the commentary alone! I don’t think I’ve ever swore as much during the Superbowl as I did during the first televised chitter chatter meet-up of President Obama and Mittens Romney. I was fidgety and anxious– yelling at my President to bob a weave, to stick and move! But no such luck. However, I can’t be too mad because I understood that my president was behaving like he was, my president, I couldn’t expect him to get all indignant and reckless on Mutton! But in my heart I wanted him to lay a UFC smack down on him. Oh, it eventually came in round two, but not before Joe “hit em up ” Biden laid waste to Motor’s page-boy Ryan. In fact, I don’t think I fully calmed down till after the election was over and done with and when it was….


5. Freaking Gangnam style plague

This whole summer was wrought with me clenching my ears in frustration, because it seemed like everyone on this watery globe was under the influence of the dang song. It was like a zombie outbreak! I’m quite sure that had a zombie outbreak occurred, the dead would’ve broke out into a flash mob of this debauchery. Fly, sly, ply…whatever his name is was EVERYWHERE! on talk shows, award shows; early morning television, mid-afternoon television, late night television…television! I couldn’t be rid of the glistening parody, and no one knew what he was taumbout anyway…oh lawd, I’ve the song in my head now. Ughhh…sexy lady.

6. Speaking of Zombies…

O.M.G how many of y’all have heard about “The Walking Dead”? If you haven’t you better get up on it, because that has to be one of the greatest shows on cable television right now…well in my opinion anyway. I simply ADORE this show with every fiber of being; I wanna have Daryl Dixon’s babies, I want to go out and buy a crossbow (Uh…maybe not), and start popping people in the butt. Okay, I really don’t need a zombie apocalypse for that to happen, but at least I wouldn’t have to lie about why I shot cha! Right?! The only caveat I have with the show is the fact the producers presumably have it out for the…darker skinned folk, simply due to the fact for every five episodes, one black character dies. If you were to average out the life expectancy of all of the black characters on the program in real life, it would pan out to about a week– month tops. Seriously, in fact the longest living black character on the show was dude from the first season (name escapes me now), and he had to leave the CITY! aka the sho altogether to make it! AMC don’t like black people! lol  I kid, I kid…at least they still have Michonne, so I can relax…a little.

7. One sentence. Honeybooboo chile. What?

8. Vaya con Dios Twinkie

I know I shouldn’t bring this up, especially when I know some of y’all may still be in mourning. However, when did y’all get all wonky in the head over Hostess? I mean, people were clearing out shelves like it was a natural disaster. You people, yes YOU…were twerking for these yellow clouds, scalping them on Ebay for hundreds of dollars, and for what? Just so you can say that you’ve got the last known piece of the confectionery crack in existence?! Wow.

9. Royal Pregnancy

Am I the only one in the world who didn’t care a smidgen once word got out Prince William finally put a bun in Kate’s oven? I still don’t care honestly, however I wish them  all the best. I’m just more upset that a poor nurse got caught up in the hoopla, and it cost her her life.

10. Mass Shootings

This year was marred with tragedy. We have seen shootings in Oregon, Arizona, Colorado, and now Connecticut– death of innocence through violence gaining ground everywhere you turned. Many times this year, I found myself losing hope for humanity, and I’m not sure if my faith will ever be restored, but I’m a patient person.

11. Another one word: YOLO


12. Doomsday Prediction

All year long I had to hear an insipid countdown, watch a marathon of “End of yo world” preppers, sit through a BS movie about the very same subject, and endure the onslaught of Facebook drivel about this supposed end of days foretold by the Mayans hundreds of years ago. I can’t fully illustrate the annoyance it brought about, because anyone with half a mind knew it was utter…manure! However, as with all sensationalistic topics, people ate it up like yesterday’s curry and threw in some peppermints as well. December 21, 2012…a date that I can’t scour from my mind! I wish I could, but I can’t…and guess what, if you haven’t noticed we’re still here! lol


May Tommy lee bless you with the eternal side-eye.

Well my people that be the end of dis herr rant, and I look forward to speaking with you all again next year!


Forgive and Forget? Not so fast.

The three faces of abuse

The three faces of abuse

So, apparently it’s the season of return of the battered ex’s. First it was Rihanna canoodling with Chris Breezy, whom for a lack of a better term, hockey checked her face not too long ago; then there is Ms. BBW Evelyn Lozada, whom endured “unnecessary roughness” from her husband Chad Johnson (of only a month) in the form of a head butt, only to turn around and recently show up in court with him, and drop the restraining order she filed against him.

This leads me to wonder, what’s with the “Stand by your man: Abusers edition”? I mean really WTF is going on? Growing up, I was always taught that if anyone put their hands on you, or threatens your safety in ANY way, that means immediate expulsion from my life and a call to the local authorities! Why aren’t these women getting the same message?

Unfortunately, abuse doesn’t have to be physical, it doesn’t even need the presence of bruises in order to make it real! And the pain goes must deeper than that of the scars.

a·buse  (-byz)

tr.v. a·bused, a·bus·ing, a·bus·es

1. To use wrongly or improperly; misuse: abuse alcohol; abuse a privilege.
2. To hurt or injure by maltreatment; ill-use.
3. To force sexual activity on; rape or molest.
4. To assail with contemptuous, coarse, or insulting words; revile.
5. Obsolete To deceive or trick.
n. (-bys)

1. Improper use or handling; misuse: abuse of authority; drug abuse.
2. Physical maltreatment: spousal abuse.
3. Sexual abuse.
4. An unjust or wrongful practice: a government that commits abuses against its citizens.
5. Insulting or coarse language: verbal abuse.
I guess I’m just trying to wrap my head around this nonsense, making sure that I pay close attention and it get it right. Needless to say I’m not quite there yet, because it all seems foreign to me in some way. On one hand, one should make absolutely sure you’re not “Victim Blaming”, absolving the abusers and vilifying the abused. However, where does it stem from?
There’s an epidemic invading the African-American community, invading our homes, churches, and our interpersonal relationships with one another. We’ve seem to have adopted a social acceptance for domestic violence against women, and worse, sometimes assigning blame to the female. The disease comes in the form of apathy towards the our women and children at the hands of grown men, whom assert themselves physically and psychologically on the helpless and those weaker than them. We’ve gone from blind acceptance to outright fervent support of known attackers. One case springs to mind, illustrating that very same fact, the case of R. Kelly and the allegations of his sexual abuse of minors. I still remember the outpouring from supporters in the days and weeks following the initial arrest, despite the fact, Mr. R-ruh Kelly was caught on VIDEO!!!! lemme give you dat one more gain…CAUGHT ON VIDEO! engaging in sexual acts with an underage girl. Many black women–shockingly and disheartening came to his defense, even to this day. They didn’t come to the rescue, because they had their doubts (not sure how can one have any doubts), but because of their “love” for his music– choosing to instead horribly claim the young girls “knew exactly what they were doing” and “the parents were just out to get a quick buck”, ultimately attributing their victimization to adolescent promiscuity. What?! Amazingly the black community has welcomed him back with open arms, essentially letting bygones be bygones, and who can forget the heinous murder/suicide crime of pro-footballer Jovan Blecher, who savagely shot girlfriend and mother of his 3-month old daughter, Kasandra Perkins, before shooting himself in the head. Reports have recently surfaced involving the alleged “cause” of the fatal argument. Apparently, the mother of Jovan Blecher has come out stating the reason the argument occurred was expressly due the fact Blecher’s paternity was in question!
I ask you, why is that relevant news? Why was it necessary to disclose that information? As if it somehow justifies his decision to murder. Again, the presence of victim blaming at its best. A psychology evident in the incidents of Evelyn and Rihanna as well. Remember how everyone immediately thought Rihanna must have provoked Chris Brown? Or that Evelyn’s poor choice in men is what led her to get pummeled?
However, how can one justify it when the victim goes back to their abuser? Does all sympathy go out the window then? Maybe it’s a case of Stockholm Syndrome, where for reasons unknown the attacker is loved by the attacked. The aforementioned women have with straight faces, and unwavering support, forgiven, and (in Rihanna’s case) taken back the men who disrespected them in such a way. Can blame be rightfully placed on them then? Again, I wonder.

What we’re tackling here is kyriarchy. In a country that has historically emasculated black men in the collective sense, through disproportionate sentencing, profiling, and lack of education and occupational opportunities, some black men feel the need to assert their authority against the only people that they feel they can – their women and children.

It’s their way of asking, “Ain’t I a man?” “Do I have the right to control anything or anyone?” “In this nation of white privilege, if my woman or child ‘disrespects’ me, don’t I have permission to physically show them who’s the boss?”


Being thought of a man, doesn’t include putting your hands on anyone weaker than you to “prove a point”. Abuse on anyone whether male, female, or child is morally reprehensible. Everyone deserves the right to be in charge of their own body and person.

In a study titled African-American Women and Violence: Gender, Race, and Class in the News, Marian Meyers gathers powerful data that proves silence and deflection in our community over issues of domestic violence are nothing new, writing:

A number of Black feminists have criticized the tendency within their communities to silence female victims of male violence while rallying around the men who abused them (hooks, 1981; Lorde, 1992; Richie, 1985; Smith, 1992). Lorde (1992) notes that the need for racial unity has made Black women ‘particularly vulnerable to the false accusation that anti-sexist is anti-Black’ (p. 500).

There have been numerous studies which show that black women, and women of color are disproportionately the inheritors of abuse. However, it is women who will point the finger, saying “well she must deserve it, because she’s staying!”, thus taking the power away for the violated and giving it to the violator. However, we whom are on the outside looking in, should be more sympathetic to the psychological well-being of those involved, because it is their life’s story which we do not know, and may never understand. The first lesson children get on relationships, and the social dynamics of them come from the home and from their parents; if the foundation is toxic, then their reasoning of it will be also.
We must try to find a way to teach, instead of preach or the cycle will never end.

Where’s the “goodwill” to ALL men?

As I sit here, listening to the news reports of yet another mass shooting in America, I can’t help but be overwhelmed by a WTF? mentality right now. Presently, the world has gotten barbaric and animalistic– leaving one to wonder “Have we lost our humanity?” looking at the various events occurring all over the world now, one would have to assume so. All this does is make me want to give up on people. Entirely. I can’t, I just can’t wrap my brain around the senselessness of it all; I’m not even going to try to be all intellectual and provoking in this piece. I just want to crawl in a hole and scream, because I know no matter how much I want to rally the troops in an effort to try to rectify the situation, I know it’ll only fall on deaf ears. Even now on socConnecticut Elementary School Copes After Shootingial media sites, we’re witnessing the prostration of false sincerity from millions of individuals, whom what to “chime” in on the sensationalism of it all. Why? Many are politicizing, preaching, protesting, and whatever appellation you may what to add to it all. However, at the end of the day, all one can do it shake their heads, feel helpless, and weep whether outwardly or inwardly.

Today, Americans had to hear of the tragedy which occurred in Newtown, Connecticut, where a gunman entered into an elementary school and proceeded to methodically shoot and assassinate twenty-seven innocent people, eighteen of those victims being children. Beings whom had their WHOLE entire lives ahead of them, little souls who will never get the chance to grow up, to marry and one day have children of their own. I’m disgusted!!!! How does this happen? How do we as a society allow for this to go on? Not to see the signs of mental illness in the individuals whom commit these heinous crimes. This brings to mind Stanley Kubrick’s “A Clockwork Orange”– a cinematic depiction of the degradation of modern society as seen through the malicious and savage behavior of its central character, Alex. One has to think, are we the reason these events are taking place? I think on some level we are, so to speak. We’ve forgotten that being human isn’t just a species classification, but an emotional mindset. We’ve become automatons– lacking feelings towards one another– looking only at our own gratification and the safety of personal possessions, never mind our fellow-man. Never have I felt ashamed to be an eyewitness to suffering on this level, especially when it happens to children. Believe me when I say my heart’s heavy at this time, and regardless of your belief, we should ALL hang our heads and pray for those whom we’ve lost to violence. It’s funny, we expect death during natural disasters, old age, and disease– deaths from this are easier to process and understand, however how does one comprehend when death comes at the hands of another? The prevention of it all is what grips at my soul the most, because GOD created us all, we are interconnected in some way, and to even envision a moment where hate can be displayed like this! sinks into the pit of my stomach. I can almost hear the sorrow in heaven as I typed this out.

Where do we go from here? How does the human race proceed from this moment on? Especially when our own future generations are now under siege! Do we hide? or shutdown?

During this time of holiday good tidings, where the world is supposedly joined in fellowship, peace and “love” I shake my head at the hypocrisy of it all.
Again, I’m not going to even be so bold as to try to be eloquent. I’m just going on pure and raw emotion. Children should NOT have to mature before their time, before they’re ready. A child should NOT have to be a chronicler of death and destruction– to see such horrors with their young eyes. I mean I don’t even want to turn my eyes to see it myself.

Sigh…even though my spirit has been shaken, my faith has not. With the uncertainty of these times, I still will have hope, in the heartbreak of the world, I still press on and hold steadfast in the thought that one day, we as a people, as a society and as a global family will get it together.

I leave you all with this…Please hug your loved ones tonight; tell them just how much they mean to you, hold them close, because you do not know whether the next time you’ll have that opportunity will come again.

Another new year approaches, but before all the confetti has been swept, the liquor guzzled, and the hangovers commence, let’s do a year’s recap of  all the excitement, tragedy, foolishness, and oh hell naw that occurred in 2012.

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Well, well, well Jamie Foxx’s hosting SNL tonight, and guess what?! He’s slinging his side gig movie– hoping y’all will help him feed his daughter, also can you spare some duckets for Quentin as well? However, I’m leaning more towards Foxx, because he’s the ONLY one that I’m seeing getting all QVC with this film! Not even a Dicaprio sighting. NOTHING!

I feel they’re under attack from the IRS, and that a** is finna to have to walk the strip! lol either that or they’re trying to put us all under the spell of this movie.

ogvibes:kidxforever:theoddmulatto:julianplowden:I remember this They tried to convince Uncle Phil he was in a dreamThat’s not Uncle Phil though … … . . ^nigga thats not uncle phil , thats rick rosses older brother , Nick rosslmfao, hell yea ^ lolol Nick Ross.GO HOME TUMBLR DAMMIT!!!! I QUIT YOU TODAY!!!!!

You know you want to see Djaaannngggooo….gooooo…seeeeeee…DJANGOOOOOOO!!!!!!


What’s on the table

strawberry cheesecake pancakes

Strawberry Cheesecake Pancakes


1 1/2 cups strawberries, hulled and sliced

2 tablespoons seedless strawberry jam
11/4 cups all-purpose flour
11/4 cups buttermilk
1 large egg
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
Pinch of salt
2 cups chopped frozen cheesecake
Cooking spray
Butter, confectioners’ sugar or whipped cream, for topping (optional)


Mix the strawberries, jam and 2 tablespoons warm water in a bowl; set aside. Preheat the oven to 200 degrees F.

Pulse the flour, buttermilk, egg, vegetable oil, granulated sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a blender until smooth. Transfer to a bowl and stir in the cheesecake pieces, keeping them whole.

Coat a large nonstick skillet or griddle with cooking spray and heat over medium heat. Working in batches, pour about 1/4 cup batter into the skillet for each pancake. Cook until bubbly on top, about 4 minutes, then flip and cook until the other side is golden brown, about 2 more minutes. Transfer the finished pancakes to a baking sheet and keep warm in the oven. Serve the pancakes topped with the strawberry sauce; top with butter, confectioners’ sugar or whipped cream, if desired.