Saturday, December 20, 2008

Is This Bitch Carrie Pulling My Leg???

So everyone should know that I love love love Sex and the City. This weekend I decided to post up in front of my flat screen and binge on my box set of Carrie and the girls. Through the laughter, sex, couture and the tears a thought crossed my mind. Do shows such as Sex in the City provide us with a false sense of hope? I know that television is more or less for entertainment purposes. However, I am inclined to believe that these shows/movies are based on SOME actual experiences. With that in mind, do you think that television is altering the perception of our reality? Is it a damaging idea that our habitually non-progressive relationship may, at some point in time, produce our "Mr. Big"? Or does the story of happily ever-after-you-make-it-through-the-seventh-year-of-your-dysfunctional-relationship provide a glint of hope to an obviously non-functional dating world?

Am a correct in assuming that not only does she have me dressing like an idiot, but the bitch has also been screwing up my love life?

Let me know what you think!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Britney Spears Circus

This lady has come a long way from her 1-step VMA performance and quite honestly we're proud of her journey. She has hair, she's cabable of doing a full dance routine and her album is decorated with listen-worthy tracks. Check it out for free on

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Ask Doctors Shrim Pegg Phoo Young

We are not Doctors, but we listen to Dr. Dre...

Q: How long before you think it's okay to fart or #2 in your significant others presence?
After discussing this topic with colleagues, I have realized there are many perspectives regarding this subject matter. A friend of mine used to send her men home before embarking upon a powerful movement. I however feel no one should have to disguise a bodily function. I mean if we're in the middle of Pictionary, are you going to draw an exit sign to get me to leave? And who do you really think you're fooling when you randomly take out the trash or sprint to check the tire pressure on your car? I can smell what you're trying to hide Mr.! In my professional opinion I think it's never too early to enhance your relationship with natural essence. Use your manners, wash your hands and remember LOVE is in the air!
Rx prescribed by: Dr. Phoo Young
Dr. Shrim Pegg & Phoo Young what can a guy do to get his swag?
In my expert experience many would offer several changes that a man can make to get his “swag”. The top of the list would all point to exterior changes such as a new wardrobe, new footwear, a nice haircut and maybe even cologne. However, I beg to differ. The single best piece of advice I can offer you is as follows: Land you a woman that no one would believe would give you the time of day; someone completely out of your league. Now, it is my opinion that you don’t even have to really date this woman. Just be sure to be seen at several public functions with her. She can even be your cousin (as long as no one finds out). Women tend to gravitate to men once someone remotely appealing dates him. You may be quite raggedy and tore down, but once the young ladies see you with someone that she considers to be on or above her level, it will be…how do you kids say?....”On and poppin.”

Rx prescribed by: Dr. Shrim Pegg

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Sean Combs
Biggie Smalls
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A Letter From the President.

My fellow A-Cuppers, I have good news and it comes in post format. "Breast aren't just for chickens anymore". As President and CEO of the It-tAy Bit-tAy Tit-tAy Commit-tAy, I've come to share with you my all time favorite item (drumroll please).... you guessed it, the push up bra! I'm not talking bras that take you from a Saki cup to having your cup runneth over with billage (boob spillage). Believe me that's not a pretty sight! I'm talking natural clevAge, with major sex appeal. If you're like me, you let them swang in the summer, but need a little enhancement in the winter. I totally understand. Here are my choice of bras that are sure to add a little frontal bump to go with those sexy winter pumps.
Go for the Plunge
Sasha Lace Plunge Bra
Deep Plunge Front
Push-Up Padding
All Over Lace
Tremendous Sex Appeal
Sasha Leopard & Lace Plunge Bra
Deep Plunge Front
Push-Up Padding
Animal Print that takes you back to your roots!
Paige With Lace Bra
Medium Coverage
Softest Push-Up for that realistic feeling
I call this the french maid bitty revival...Oh la la!!!

Visit for more choices. . . the perfect bra makes all the difference between "Man look at that little boy's chest" and " Damn those are some small ass breasts".

Push On,

Bitsy T. Wonders
President & CEO
A Cups of America

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

How to Never Get a Guy...But Still Try

Good Day Lovelies!! Time for an introduction. . . It's the 'Serial Dater', E. Hope Forlon.

So where do I begin?? This corner is definitely called "How to Never Get A Guy, but Still Try!" for a reason. I have been known to never be alone for long, but also never quite catch a man! LoL so this will be a guide for you on what NOT to do, and situations to never let yourself get caught in! I'm currently single, and I've had nothing but bad luck with men, but I will never stop dating! I have PLENTY of stories to make you laugh! Of course they weren't funny at the time, but I live to make people chuckle as I relive them. . . Thanksgiving is here so. . . reminisce with me:

Since the holiday is upon us, I'll begin with the week before Thanksgiving two years ago: I finally had myself a man! LoL I knew he was no good, but I figure I'd work with him (Don't we all wanna be that woman who changes a bad boy into a good man?). He had a good job with the army, but selfish as a two year old! I felt more like his mother than his woman at times. Anyway I should've known he was on the crazy side when he told me he loved me after just two weeks of knowing each other! Please people, bear with me, I know I know. . .

Anyway we'd been going STRONG for like 3 months (trust me, that's a long time for me to be in a relationship). . . Thanksgiving was coming up, and I spent my little bit of money (cuz I was still a struggling super senior student in college) to send him home to Kansas (yes Kansas!) to be with his family for the Holiday. Really, I had just gotten tired of him whining about being homesick. So I wanted to go out with him before our long weekend apart, but he wanted to spend that Friday night with his boys. I'm not one to get jealous of the friends so I let him be. I went to the movies by myself, then went to Applebee's and got drunk by myself. I figured it was cool I don't care I had my man who'd definitely take care of my 'needs' when I got in! LoL

So called him when I was leaving the restaurant. Took a couple of tries but I finally got him on the phone: dead silence in the background::

Me: Baby, I'm drunk!

Him: What?? Who you get drunk with??

Me: No one! I'm by myself

Him: That's dangerous, don't ever do that again!

Me: I do what I want! You didn't wanna go out with me, so I went out by myself! I'm grown. (LoL, I'm a sassy drunk)

Him: Whatever Hope

Me: You coming over??

Him: I'm still dropping people off (still dead silence in the background, and usually his music is playing so loud I can barely hear him). . . I'll come by after I take everyone home.

(baby noise in background)

Me: What was that?

Him: What? I didn't hear anything. . . it was probably the radio.

Me: Okay. . . You know how I get when I'm drunk. . . come take care of meee. (LMAO. . . he was my man, I'm allowed to talk like that!)

Him: Be ready for me when I get there.

So I go home and of course I fall asleep and wake up 2 hours later and he still isn't there! Being the good girlfriend I am/was I called him to make sure he hadn't driven off the road somewhere! No answer. Call again in 5 minutes. . . still no answer. So after like half an hour of calling him, I'm worried by this time. So I put on my clothes, get in my car and start driving to his place. Something in me is convinced that things just aren't quite right. . . I call again on my way over there and this time he sends me straight to voicemail (for real?!)! So I'm MAD now! Forget being worried about him, something is up! I call again when I'm pulling up and he answers with some story about he fell asleep and he'll see me tomorrow. Oh NO! Little did he know, he'd be seeing me a lot sooner than the next day. . . but little did I know what was in store for me!

So I pull up in front of his apartment and there's a car parked in his space. . . definitely NOT his! So I park my car and investigate the matter. . . hmmm. . . the car looked kinda girly and had a baby seat in the back! Dudes don't ride around with their baby seats in the car and no baby. . . it's not cool.

Call 'Him' again and he doesn't answer. "What the hell is going on? Yo I'm outside your house right now and if you don't answer your phone I'm gonna kick your eF'ing door in!". . . next thing I know my phone is ringing (ya damn right!).

Me: What the hell is going on, whose car is that in your spot??

Him: Go home, Hope.

Me: Are you serious?? Not until you open the door

Him: I can't right now

Me: What do you mean you can't?!?! Yes you can!!

Him: I can't. . . I promise nothing is going on just go home

Me: NO! Open the eF'ing door! (I'm sooo censoring myself right now, cuz there were not abbreviations that night!) Who is in there with you???

Him: I can't explain it right now.

Me: You better try! (By this time I'm knocking and kicking on the door)

Him: Hope go home!

Me: If you don't come down here, I'm not leaving!

This black man. . . finally comes to the door. And do you know he had the nerve to come to the door in his boxers?? That's it though. No shoes, no socks, no shirt! Just boxers. Of course I'm furious when I see this!

Me: Where are your clothes?!?

Him: I was in bed!

Me: Whose car is that?? Who's in there with you??

Him: Go home.

Me: NO! Let me in!!

Him: No, go home, I promise I'll come over and explain it to you in a little while, just go home.

Me: NO! Explain it to me NOW!

Him: It's someone from my past. She came over and said she needed to talk. I was on my way to your house...

Me: What are you talking about? Where are your clothes?? And why can't you talk during the day?!

Him: She's a young lady that I met when I first came out here. I haven't seen her in a long time. When I got here she was parked outside. She says her baby is mine.

Me: Oh hell no! WHAT?? Where is she??

Him: She's asleep in the couch

Me: Let me in! Where the hell are your clothes??

Him: She fell asleep on the couch so I went to bed.

Of course I'm not an idiot! I don't believe anything he's saying. You mean to tell me, some woman you haven't seen in months is gonna come to your crib with a baby and just fall asleep on your couch?? He tried to tell me she put the baby to sleep and then then she fell asleep and he didn't want to make her go home cuz it was really late and cold. How the heck did she get there in the first place?? Wasn't it cold and really late when she got there?? Since he claimed he was out with his boys that night. . . So both of us are standing out there, it's freezing out there. I know he was cold cuz he didn't have any clothes on. But I refused to leave until he explained to me why he decided to take off all his clothes and go to bed with this woman in his house! Eventually I get fed up of just standing there and decided I was going inside whether he liked it or not! OMG, I have never in my life fought a dude before (it's unladylike and I only weigh 98 lbs on a good day!). . . but we were definitely out there FIGHT-ING! Putting on a show for his neighbors at 2:30 in the morning! I'm still surprised no one called the police on us. He was just adamant about not letting me in. I know that chick was not on the couch! And he was not darn near naked for no reason. It just didn't add up. If there's one thing I hate and cannot tolerate; it's a liar. I wanted to stomp the hell out of his bare toes with my shoes. . . hey I probably did. I don't remember, it's kind of a blur now. But in the end I was the sucker who went home and whoever she was, spent the night. :(

I was too through and thoroughly Pissed Off! Later for him! Just plain disrespectful.

UGGHHH! Crazy men are normal in my life (even though I probably looked like the crazy one in this story!). . . I find that they make for good stories to tell my friends later on! LoL My love life sucks but it's NEVER boring!!

And the search continues . . .

-E. Hope Forlon-

Monday, November 24, 2008

Ring Ring Went the iPhone...It Was My Homie.

So recently I made the big switch from a Blackberry to the much coveted iPhone. People always ask me if I think I made the right choice. Being a huge tech head, I am still very much on the fence about that. The iPhone is a great gadget, but sometimes I find that i miss the functionality of my Blackberry. Each phone is unique in its own way, so I decided to outline the differences between the two. I can't tell you which item to buy, but I can give you my opinion based on your functionality needs.

I'll start with looks because the body of the iPhone is what keeps me leaning towards the idea that I made the right decision. Even if the iPhone didn't have the sleek, bright, scratch-proof screen, the actual body is very minimalistic and comfortable to use. Like its line of computers, Apple took the great approach to design a phone with the least possible amount of exterior buttons for you to screw and scratch up. The phone is very "adult" on the exterior.

Unlike with the Blackberry, the iPhone has to retrieve your emails at designated intrevals. I have my phone set to the minimum of every 15 minutes. I must admit that I miss recieveing my emails the instant that they hit my inbox. That is the joy of Blackberry that I wouldn't mind regaining in the future. However, if you are a person who gets tons of junk emails every 18 seconds, then maybe the fetching technology that the iPhone utilizes is for you. In addition, the internet browser on the iPhone is amazing. Its just like using a computer, minus the pop-ups and spyware.

Now when it comes to fun, the iPhone wins hands-down. Material from the App Store and iTunes are availble for direct download from the phone through 3G or Wi-Fi. And, if you're a cheapskate like me, there are a crapload of FREE applications!! Yes, Free!! I can say that I have never had fun with my Blackberry. Unless you count the trading of nude photos with that one guy that time but....ahem....moving on...

The phone is $199 for the 8GB model or $299 for the 16GB model. However, what they don't tell you is that you MUST be eligible for an upgrade at the time of purchasing the phone. If you are not eligible for the upgrade you will be paying $399 and $499 for the phone. Is it worth it? maybe, if they will include an update in the future that will allow it to wash my clothes. Then yes. But if not, then I'd wait for upgrade eligibility.

What Its Missing
Now, the downsides. The iPhone does not support cut & paste, nor does it support MMS messaging. Yes, you heard me. The iPhone does not allow you to send or receive picture messages. However, there is a work-around. You can email pictures to cellular phones. Therefore, under my contact's entry in the phone book I add an number that says MMS. So if my friend is a T-Mobile customer it says When I email a photo to this number, the picture goes directly to their phone as if I sent a regular MMS message. Each phone carrier has this feature, so MMS isn't really missing, its just a pain in the ass to ask everyone which company they're with. But, if you aren't a big picture messager, then you're probably not too worried about this. Another feature that the iPhone doesn't support is tethering. If you don't know what that is...then you're not missing out on anything.

All in all...both phones are really great phones. After writing all of that bull, I have to say that I still remain on the fence. Oh the trials of a schizophrenic.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Don't Leave Me High

It seems the more versed I become, the less enchanted my heart is. Sure it’s fun in the beginning, full of flowers, candy, hand holding, and future molding. Yet somewhere between calling off the guards and letting someone in lurks 808’s and heartbreaks. Okay more like restraining orders and dish breaking, but you get the point. Perhaps I’m being a bit too personal, too introspective, too cynical, too optimistic, too expectational and now I’m just being too revealing. But one thing I know, for sure, I’m too sober, because none of this madness leaves me high.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Us Can Read...

The first installment in the CocktailOur Book Club is Eric Jerome Dickey's "The Other Woman". This book is a very great read. It's artistic, funny and suspenseful. Grab your copy and dive in. Next month we will have our 1st "Sex in the County" party where we will drink cocktails, discuss this book and most likely talk about a crap load of other things that shouldn't be posted on this website. You WONT want to miss it. 

Caution: don't think you're going to be playing it by ear for free drinks and food. You should probably READ the book. We're the only ones winging it here.

Remember...What happens in the living room of our choice, stays in the living room of our choice.

Please leave your email in the comments section of this post so that we can contact you about the date, time and location of our "Sex in the County" events.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Okay...So I THOUGHT Change Was A' Comin...

But I was wrong. Our first coverage of homecoming was an entire flop. It rained, the parties were lame and the weekend was an overall dead end. Maybe next year??!?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Change Is-A Comin!!!

Right now we have three viewers....

But after Homecoming...

There will be more...

Oh yes...

There will be more.....


Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Obama's Race To Win?

My following of the presidential race is giving me this feeling that I can not shake. The logical being that is me says that the conspiracy theorist side of me is playing tricks. However, regardless of how much I try, I can not shake the feeling that this race is being handed to Barack on a platter with some pork chops and onion gravy. I find it hard to believe that the Republicans can incidently be so stupid. The selection of a senile presidential candidate, an absent-minded vice-presidential candidate, and the chaos that is the Senate; appear to be more deliberate than accidental. Really, can a party be so simple-minded that they would actually think that these choices will afford their candidate an equal shot at the presidency? Maybe, after the Bush sceniero, the Reds know that anything is possible (wink, wink). Or are the republicans delibrately handing the job to Barack? If the answer is the latter, my question is why???

(Insert Twilight Zone music)

P.S...If I pop up missing or harmed in a few days...they did it!!!

Monday, September 22, 2008


Life is funny. You search the world meeting new people, discovering new things; all in an effort to reveal the true meaning or what some would consider the essence of life. In my limited time on this earth I've narrowed life's purpose to these few things: love, laughter and friendship (okay, friendship I stole from a friend but it's totally list worthy). In concert 2 L's and an F reveal a boundless sense of peace and purpose that cannot be mimicked, reproduced or forgotten. A sense of euphoria similar to the first day of school, the purchase of a new object or any other trivial accomplishment or acquisition. Yet unlike those moments; love, laughter and friendship are everlasting. They like energy are never created nor destroyed. . .merely transferred. . .like an infectious laugh from one person to another. . .passion from my lips to his. . .life lessons from one generation to the next. In your daily hustle for the wickedly necessary all mighty dollar, I hope you never stop making friends, manage to laugh at every mistake or hardship and remember to love. One day when we reach our respective ends, those are the moments you'll remember. Love hard ladies and gentlemen, Love free!!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Tomorrow is Never Promised

Over the years I have become severely desensitized by the world we live in. As an avid watcher and reader of the daily news, not much shakes me. But sometimes, every once in a while, there is something that hits me at my core. This day, September 11th, is one of those things.

I'm not a very emotional or affectionate person, but I am going to make it my goal today to tell all of my friends, family, and even enemies, that I wish the best for them and those around. I invite you all to do the same. Say a prayer, do something nice or just say hi to someone today. We would all be amazed at how effective a little bit of kindness is on the world.

Thank you all for reading...(Enjoy this, as I will probably be back to my cynical self soon.)


Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I'm so on it. . .

Marc Jacobs Spring '09

Yes Kanye's suspenders are making me plan my own funeral! Yes Jay Z's finally growing some chin hair, but Mark Jacobs is everything!! Look at this man's skin, perfectly groomed eyebrows, salt & pepper chin strap, mild Just for Me permed chest hair, tattoo and baby pea diamonds! Ohh. . .I died!

White sex is the best sex!!

Any one know if he's gay?

Monday, September 8, 2008

Mo, Better, Black

There's nothing quite like a little Emanuel Lewis-esque chest hair to get your week headed in the right direction!! These fine men and E.Lee3 are the stars of another Spike Lee production, Miracle at St. Anna, hitting theaters near you September 26th.

Holy Michael Ealy. . .I have to see this movie.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

I Likes To Role Play...

I was very excited to find that Patricia Field has recreated some of our favorite Sex in the City looks for the girl on a budget. If you're like me (black, but swear that you and Carrie Bradshaw are blood sisters) then you should be jumping for joy right now. For the budget girl this line is a bit pricey, but the fashionista should find it to be moderate. Decide which one you are, then decide which items are best for you. There are a few classic pieces, and a some should haves.

Check it out at HSN. Don't forget to check back on Tuesday, September 16 for the release of more exclusive (and, in my opinion, better) looks from the Destination Style New York line. The choices will include a must have black dress, red polka halter and the infamous flower dress.

Any Excuse for a Party

Football, Football, Football.

Football stats are all you'll hear pouring out of the mouths of men for the next 3 or 4 months (or however long this season lasts). Instead of pretending to listen, I suggest really getting into the sport. Honestly, how long can you resist the the sight of physically fit men exuding remarkable strength and adrenaline to achieve a goal? Not to mention the bonus fights and touchdown dances. . . the fine specimen that take the hits (think Chad Johnson) and the smile your man will wear knowing you won't nag him for the next 3 hours.

But if you're like me (single). . .do it for the sheer hell of it. Next Sunday, call up your friends, prepare a pitcher of Sangria (recipe below) and make it a party. How you ask? Actually learn the game. Pretend to be a commentator, pay attention to the 3rd & 10's, watch the play clock, count the flags, cheer with the fans and when your team does something you like show them your victory dance. Football season, like any other, is an excuse to have a party!! Life's short. . . enjoy it!!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Bottoms Up: Party Sangria

  • 1/4 cups (26 fl. oz) dry red wine
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • 1/3 cup brandy
  • 1/3 cup Cointreau
  • 1/3 cup lemon-flavored vodka
  • 1 small lemon, sliced crosswise
  • 1 small orange, sliced crosswise
  • 1 small lime, sliced crosswise
  • 1 medium green apple, diced
  • 2 medium peach, peeled, pitted and sliced
  • 2 cups sliced strawberries
  • 1 bottle carbonated lemon-lime soda

In a sangria pitcher, combine all ingredients except the strawberries and soda. Chill in the refrigerator overnight. Immediately before serving, stir the strawberries and lemon-lime soda. Pour into chilled glasses, serve, 15 minutes later cuss someone out and blame it on the liquor.


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Let Us Beam...Fiercely

Did you guys watch America's Next Top Model?!? I CAN'T TAKE IT!! I love this show so much! So readers (all two of you), what did you think?

...And get into my sister Tyra!! I died several times...

Always great fun with Ms. Banks.

Blackberrys, Boys, Booties & Bold Journalism

Right now I could use a sexy glass of red wine, the necklace Beyonce's murdering, some of that United Kingdom weave she wears oh so well, a couple of barely legal boy toys, the new Blackberry Bold, a pair of L.A.M.B. Norland booties and flawless gay man skin to make my days slaving at the "steal your soul factory" justifiable. . . . the trials of a 9-5.

Unemployed Lloyd holla if you hear me. . .

(This is what happens when I even glance at a celebrity infested blog. . .)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

On The iPod: Estelle

With all of the controversy surrounding Estelle vs. iTunes, this seems like a great time to do a CD review. Usually I'd say "bitch go sit down", but not in this instance. I can see why she would want her fans to purchase the entire album. It is pretty great. Unlike some artist who have three or four good songs on an album, I found myself actually listening to the whole thing!! I know! Didn't fast forward once.

So, go to

Buy the album! The whole album!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

"He's So Dreamy, I Bet He Got Creamy"

Ace K is coming over! He's coming over? Yes, he's coming over. TGIF (thank God I’m fly) is a contemporary hit, receiving over 400 downloads on z-share. Yes, you heard us 400!! This playful mix of club ready beats and lollipop lyrics is bound to have you secretly living out your Eddie Murphy "My Girl Likes To Party All The Time" fantasies in your favorite hiding place. We can’t get enough of it! TGIF is a multitude of fun. So after you read this...go on line, get his rhyme, at this time. . .

Monday, August 25, 2008

You Picked Me Up When I Was Down....

Oh my goodness! I'm usually not one to laugh at another person's misfortune... However, JoJo's mishap has made my freaking day! I would be lying if I said that this wasn't the funniest thing I've ever seen. What's even funnier than what happens around the 1:50 mark, is the audience's commentary. Classic!!

LMAO...Crack is definitely wack ladies and gentlemen. It starts with a little tote of the sticky...Next thing you know, you're lying face down at a K-Ci & JoJo concert.

Just say no my friends...just say no.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Whats Mine Is Ours and Whats Yours Is Yours

This may be a little TMI for some of you, but as I was taking a shower today a thought crossed my mind. So I ran to my computer, butt naked, and typed this up so that I wouldn't forget :-)

Please keep in mind that I am only speaking from my own experiences. Do not send in any of those angry black man emails, because we're not for it.

In a booming age of independent women who have their own homes, drive their own cars, two jobs, work know....bad broads; why are there so many men quick to switch it up when the tables are turned? Some men run into hardships and a lot of good women are there, having their backs no matter what the situation may be. Perhaps you lost your job, lost a leg or just lost your damn mind. Whatever the situation, we're always there. When we're the bread winners, everything accumulated becomes a second thought. We open-heartedly support our men without contempt or complaint. Nor do we place claim on everything that our hard-earned money has purchased. However, as soon as you negros get on the come-up, and are finally able to provide for yourself and your family, you want to throw in our face what you've done. So what you bought that peanut butter?!... you didn't have anything to say when I was the #1 bread winner up in this joint. We all know that peanut butter is no good without bread (unless you use crackers, but they're the reason why you can't get anywhere now right?)

Here is a thought for you silly negros. A man and a woman are made to help and support one another. This is not a competition, its a joint venture. If you want your ego fed, take it to Bob's Big Boy because I'm not the one. If you want a wife, who is supportive and understands that a relationship is functional when both parties are growing TOGETHER then you've come to the right place. However, if you want to be NEEDED and depended upon then call up Plies and ask him for the spot to find all the bust-it-babies (not to be confused with busted babies, which will be discussed in a later post). We're tired of your man codes, and boy games. So until you grow the hell up, get your crap together and learn how to be a man, don't holla holla holla at myself or any of my friends.

In the previously quoted words of a scholarly man..."if you ain't on sit down"

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Run & Tell Your Friends

Have you heard the latest about Ms. Tyra Banks?!?! Tyra was spotted in LA last week with an unusual object in her hand, as reported by "insert your favorite gossip blog here". Apparently Ms. "Gotta have my face in every ANTM promo" loves to showcase her allegiance to an up and coming site...!! Now if it's good enough for a supermodel, it's good enough for the everyday average (you)!

**Disclaimer: Post actually written about my cousin Tyrone Banks, otherwise known as Tyra by his male company. Not a celebrity, yet equally as ovah!!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Generation V?

As my associate and I were discussing our latest vlog, a thought crossed my mind. Are we the world’s most technically advanced generation, or the laziest? Most recently we’ve developed digital versions of everything imaginable. From VJ’s to Vlogs. I mean, seriously, how hard was blogging? Was sitting on your lazy ass and typing a few paragraphs THAT exhausting? Did adding those links and finding photos to comment on become such a hassle? Have we become so fat, lazy and pressed for time that any manual labor is just too much? Whats next? Vooks? Great idea! Who needs to read when you can watch a vook?! Eff the universe…who wants to go green? I’m going digital!!

With that said, we at CocktailOur have comprised a list of things that will ultimately go digital!

-No longer will your cousin doing time at BCDC have to waste his commissary on paper and pens. Who needs that when he’ll be sending you a vletter? And while the vail man is here to deliver your vagazines, he has a couple of vills for you too. Damn vill collectors! You’ll get your money!! No bounced v-checks here. All this watching has gotten you famished. Let’s find the carry-out venu and order some food. Then, after eating, we’ll sit down with Jimmy Jr. and practice his valphabet. It’ll be good clean family fun


-vank you-

Raindrops On Roses

Every now and then we all could use some encouraging words. Just a little pick me up to help us get through our uniquely complex existence. For those of you searching to find your way. . . we offer this: ” Though we may not know what the future may bring, we should rejoice in its presence and make the most of the present”.

Live, Laugh, Learn, Progress.

Ahh Refreshing...

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The New Black

As I sit here with friends discussing everything from fashion to men, I can’t help but wonder, is single the new black?

Black women are a marvel among generality. We are beautiful, strong and accomplished. We are educated. Most of us with bachelor’s degrees, Masters, PhD’s and certifications within our fields. We are responsible, loving, funny, understanding, supportive, sexy, respectable, respectful, classy and one of a kind. We are a precious commodity. Yet in the market we call love, black women are more undervalued than the American dollar.

There once was a time when men came a dime a dozen. Each worth a moment of your time and eager to please far beyond the bedroom. There once was a time when the word “relationship” didn’t serve as a relationship deterrent and neither did its cousin “commitment”. There once was a time when I didn’t have to begin each sentence like the introduction of a fairy tale. Love and happiness wasn’t just a song, it was a lifestyle. But no more. . . If I had a penny for every beautiful woman I’ve seen (or know) flashing the banner of singularity, I’d have enough money for those Brazilian booty implants men seem to love so much or at least some 20″ Chinese store Brazilian hair. But I digress. . .

Please don’t get this misconstrued. This post is not intended to serve as a complaint box or as one of my world famous rants about the lack of quality in the depleting resource we call men. (No angry black woman post here ladies and gents). Rather a thought provoking discussion.

Where are the quality men hiding?

Are relationships a thing of the past?

Are friends with benefits as good as it gets?

What happened to the perceived value of women?

Have we become just a big butt and a smile? (Thanks BBD)

And . . . .

Is Single The New Black???