Friday, December 17, 2010

Just Because You Can...Doesn't Mean You Should

I'm back... and I'm here to make a confession.

Every morning I cry in the shower. This post totally defeats the purpose of why I cry in the shower, but it will help me transition to my next paragraph. I cry every morning in the shower for two reasons: 1. So that my son doesn't hear me crying. 2. So that nobody else knows that I cry. It seems to help me get out my frustrations about everything going wrong in my life. It also offers me a great opportunity to pray and try to think of ways to make these things better. This morning, before the tears came, I was thinking about the post I wrote yesterday. I wrote it for my cousin. I wanted to let her know that, although it may feel therapeutic and catch the attention of whomever, posting all of her rages may bring more trouble than it's worth. When I told her that I was going to blog about her she sent me this message...

"well make sure u write about me messin wit a older man that act younger then me.... my son father having a baby next month.... my son turnin 2 next month.... and gettin this paper so i dont loose my job come 2mar"

So that is exactly what I'm going to do. Every time she goes on her Facebook rants I kind of roll my eyes and try to ignore them. Yesterday it got to the point where I had to comment and tell her that I was muting her so that I wouldn't have to see it. This morning it hit me that how she releases her stress is her decision. Who am I to tell her not to? I could just as easily ignore it.

What I can't ignore is the fact that I am almost always on the verge of asking her why she let's these men do these things to her. There is this saying that goes "a man will only do to you what you will allow." I think that's a pretty stupid saying. Why are we so quick to put the blame on a woman? It's just okay for men to do things because they can get away with them? We give them a way out for every thing they do. Just because you can get away with something doesn't mean you should do it. I can take candy from children all day...does that mean that I should? Why don't men start taking responsibility for their actions? Be a man and stop taking advantage of women simply because you can. There is nothing manly about it, especially when love is involved. I think that love is a sickness. It renders you enable to make proper decisions, to know how sick in love you are, and to cure yourself of the illness. Love has taken many lives. The way we wage war against Cancer and AIDS should apply to love also. I think that the love disease is only non-threatening when both people are sick. Not only do both parties have to be sick, but they have to have the same level of illness. If any party is sicker than the other, he/she instantly becomes the life at risk of being taken advantage of.

So to Antwan Clark...I think you're a fucking asshole. You need to grow up and be a man. How dare you treat my cousin that way because she's stupid enough to love you? Her illness had her there for you through the roughest of times. I wish her heart was harder. She should've left you with nowhere to live or in that hospital bed ALONE...where you belong. How dare you continue to make babies when you don't take care of the beautiful one that you have? I hope that he grows up to despise you as much as I do.

And whoever the old ass pig that she's currently dating...grow the fuck up or date someone your own age. This young girl works really hard to support her and that baby. Granted, she's not the brightest bulb in the box; but she means really well. You "men" should be ashamed of yourselves. Stop preying on these women because you can. I wonder what this world would be like if the tables were turned.

I wish I could tell you that life gets easier, but it doesn't. The older you get, the more annoyed you will become with people in general. Men don't get better. The older they get, the dumber they get; and the madder you will become at them for being so old and stupid. You may even some day feel like you don't want to go on. Unfortunately, I can't tell you that there is anything to look forward to. But I wish you the best.

Editor's note: So what the blog is long and random. You read it to the end so shut the hell up. I'm in a terrible terrible mood. If you have something to say about anything I've ever said or done then do it today. Now is the PERFECT time.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Facebook Is Not Your Friend...

Hello fine people! I know it's been a while but I'm back! Don't get excited though. I'm only here to issue some tough love; then I'm gone 'till November again. So grab what you can in the short moments that I'm here.

I'm writing this blog to let YOU know that Facebook isn't' your friend; it's merely laughing at you. It is my firm belief that Facebook was created to embarrass and humiliate us all for the purpose of advertising dollars. Facebook seems to think its funny that Jane Doe's status is "in a relationship with John Doe", all the while John is sending Shaquisha Doeington messages asking if he can come over. It's really cruel. Shaquisha has a quick laugh at Jane's expense all because of the Facebook...and that insecure, two-faced John Doe. Makes me kind of happy that he usually ends up dead on a slab with no one to claim him.

Facebook knows that you're an attention whore and you post photos of yourself all day saying "do you like my haircut?", "do you like my new shoes?", "do you like my pussy?". I know that last one was a bit harsh, but that's how it reads to us. Get your self-esteem under control and stop fishing for compliments from Facebook losers. They only want to fuck you. Put your tits away and look for the good in yourself. If you rely on your Facebook friends to build your esteem you're in for a rude awakening. You'll only end up with a swollen vagina and more friend requests.

Facebook likes for you to think that it's okay to go on mini-rants cluttering your "friend's" news feeds with random one-line boasts of empowerment. You think that Facebook doesn't know that you'll be back next week with "How did you get here? Nobody's 'sposed to be here" updates? Then back the week after that, yet again, with an "I've tried that love thing for the last time" status message? I know that sometimes you need to get it out. If you must do so, go hard in the paint! Create a very long one saying everything thats on your mind. Don't forget to point fingers and name names. Call them out! Why half-step it? If you're going to do it, do it all the way!

Yes! Facebook is a know-it-all. It knows. It knows all too well. Facebook has made us all life meteorologists where we can now predict your love weather, money droughts and family storms. If you're going to broadcast your life all over Facebook, do it like the battered white women and only show the good. Stop the un-punctuated crazy lady rants. They don't help anyone. Trust me...I'm not judging anyone. This post is just as much for me as it is for you. I've been guilty of the Facebook shame...but never again! Let's do this together.

Don't give Facebook the satisfaction. Keep it to yourself.

-And yes I quoted Wacka Flocka in this post! What's it to ya?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Back Pocket Option

Man meets lady. Lady is well accomplished, beautiful, smart, charming. Man and lady date. Man revels in lady's womanhood and unmatched ability to bring a sense of peace and calm into his life. Man is unable to uphold the bond or commitment he made with lady. Lady moves on. Man calls twice a week to re-establish or maintain his place in lady's life.

Lady becomes a back pocket option.

Not sure where I'm going? Think about when you first learned how to cook. Perhaps the first meal you mastered was spaghetti. It's hearty, delicious and paired with salad and bread can make for a pretty impressive display. One day someone introduces you to the fine art of steak. Steak leads to lamb, lamb leads to duck etc. . . etc. In your quest for variety you neglect spaghetti for a while. Until one day you remember just how hearty and dependable it was. Spaghetti never let you down. Hell if you were low on cash, spaghetti was there. If you wanted that 5 star gourmet restaurant experience, spaghetti could do that too. But somewhere in the midst of steak and lamb, spaghetti became as American as apple pie rather than the exotic Italian dish the makers of Ragu intended it to be. At that moment it dawns on a man. If he were ready to make a long-term commitment to one meal, spaghetti would be it. From that moment forth he includes spaghetti on his weekly grocery list in anticipation of the day he grows tired of pursuing its temporary replacement. He may never even make the damn meal, but he'll hold the ingredients in his pantry until their expiration date. Spaghetti has become to him what millions of good women are to men, a back pocket option.

All My Back Pocket Ladies

You're the woman he would like to settle down with after and only after, he has soiled is royal oats. So somehow between now and then he has to remain relevant and make sure you remain single. How many of your exes still call or want to spend time with you? Now how many of them call and want to re-establish commitment? Out of those who do, how many do you believe will be faithful or are actually ready? Face it, you're spaghetti in a world of steak and lamb. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with spaghetti. Hell , based on this highly coveted food matrix I've just created, spaghetti is the Lena Horne of foods. The key is to date a man who is ready for spaghetti.

As a matter of fact, date one who ALREADY knows spaghetti is his favorite meal.

*Disclaimer** This article is in no way about spaghetti or meal variety.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Watch My Shoes

"Gutta why they started me? Marly why the started me? I'll bring it to your front door like ya ordered me."

Did God write this lyric to keep me in check? I swear he did. You ever have a situation where you're possibly questioning what you know is a right decision? Then the universe says...awww hell no and brings you some crap from so far left-field that you have to just say..."Okay. I get it." If not, I envy you. I swear it seems like the universe is connected to my life. It brings all kinds of signs and signals and drops them right in my lap. I can't even BS around with the argument that I just didn't know. As soon as I even attempt...God sends a skank to my front door! To my front door! Just to remind me to stick to my head and not question my decisions.

I feel like I'm in "The Yes Man." I'm waiting for an old decrepit white man to tell me it's all a crock. I guess until then I should listen to the universe and stick to the things I know are right.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

You Caught The Jack...

Seriously. I always forget how great Teedra Moses is until I revisit her again. I would like to know who is responsible for the demise of this lady's career? I want their heads on a platter! She's such an amazing artist. Her production and vocals are always on point. Okay, I get it...I know she's old, but come on America! Why don't we appreciate good music?

Teedra, if you're reading this (which I seriously doubt), may I recommend some pussy poppin'? It works for Beyonce...it may give you a 2nd wind also.

Anyhow....Hope this song reminds you of her greatness as much as it does for me.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Download the 1st EVER CocktailOur Podcast!!!

We at CocktailOur do one thing better than anything...we talk! That's right people. We're all talk with no follow-up over here. So download the 1st ever podcast! Listen to us do what we do.

Don't forget to comment on the topics we discussed. I know the podcast is pretty long, but download it to your iPod or something and just listen to it in pieces. I promise you it's very entertaining! We'll try to keep them shorter in the future. If we get enough feedback we will do a live Blogtalk Radio show where you can call in live with your input. Won't that be fun?!!

Anyway...here is the link. Enjoy!

Chivalry Can Kiss My Ass...

Twitter has brought many terrible things into my life. However, every once and a while it blesses me with the rare opportunity to think and reflect on an issue. Today that issue was Chivalry. There are many definitions for CHIVALRY, most of which pertain to medieval times and knighthood. For this post the most applicable definitions were as follows:

Chivalry:
1.the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, espcourage, honour, justice, and a readiness to help the weak
2.courteous behaviour, esp towards women

Most of us modern folk associate chivalry with the same common qualities. A chivalrous man opens doors, gives you his jacket when you're cold and walks on the street side just in case a car jumps the curb. Easy. Makes sense right? Of course it does.

What I don't get is the big obsession with chivalry. Don't get me wrong, I love a sweet man who does chivalrous things for me. I'm a chivalrous woman, if there ever exists such a thing. However, I have a few issues with chivalry. My initial issue comes in when men want to blame woman for the extinction of chivalry. Whenever the idea that "chivalry is dead" is posed, there is always a man standing near ready to reply "women killed it." The increase in women's independence, salary and overall opportunity is blamed for everything from the fall of the black family to, now, the fall of chivalry. Here are some quotes from the Twitter conversation:

"#chivalry is taken for weakness. Which leads to assholes... Which leads to ABWs which leads to more assholes.#ViciousCycle"

"Again, men were only accessories, women pulled the trigger."

Always the woman's fault huh guys? When are mean going to take equal responsibility for the state of black male/female relationships? Always blame-shifting and finger pointing.

Anyhow...that brings me into my 2nd...and most important issue. Nobody can "kill" something that is in your character. The real reason that chivalry is dead is because it was never alive! Men have been pretending to be chivalrous. Chivalry is a vain characteristic. Many of the most chivalrous of Knights were also the ones responsible for ravaging, pillaging and raping towns into oblivion. Chivalry always have and MAY always will be a facade because it is a practiced characteristic for many.

This is why chivalry can kiss my ass. I say...if its not in you...don't pretend to do it! I'm sure I'm not the only woman that would say, I'd rather open my own damn door if it means that I can have a unchivalrous man who at least is faithful and appreciative of me. Carrying my bags are all in vain if you're behaving anything less than valiant in every other aspect of our relationship. It doesn't impress me. You can't be a gentleman to us 40% of the time but cheat, abuse and take advantage of us the other 60%. It defeats the purpose of chivalry. Perhaps if we begin to work on ourselves and being genuinely good spouses, REAL chivalry will naturally follow. There will be no need to pretend. Maybe if women would learn to be real women, and men would learn to be satisfied and less greedy we would understand what true chivalry is. Honestly taking care of something becomes 2nd nature when you have a true value and appreciation for it. Can't fake it till you make it here buddy.

"Pretending to be noble is far more difficult than actually being noble."

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Bon Appetit!

Lately I've been going to bed early and waking up early. My body has developed an internal clock that wakes me up every morning...even on weekends. What else is there to do at 6am on a Saturday morning but watch a good movie?

"Julia & Julie". It's such a fantastic movie so far! Who knew that I would like that hunch-backed cuisinier so much? She's chic, witty and a bit crude. What a perfect combination, no? The best quote from the movie...Julia Child actually said that the large pasta tubes she grabbed, barehanded from boiling water, were "hotter than a stiff cock"! Can you believe that? Old Julia Child said that! Lmao!!! Anyhow, this post isn't really about how great I've discovered Julia Child to be, it's about a dialogue that took place in the movie.

The setting is a quaint dining room. Seated at the table is a young woman named Julie (see the movie...I can't explain who she is because I'm still watching the movie and it'll require too much of my brain power. I'm not superwoman), her husband and her female friend. The three have just successfully poached an egg for the first time. Over what seems to be the most divine egg ever, the conversation moves to a mutual friend of the two ladies. After the discussion of the displayed sexual antics of their friend, Julie poses the question "Is it bad that I don't like my friends?" To which her friend replies "Oh no. That's perfectly normal." No biggie right? Then the husband says the most profound thing, profound at least to me. He says "Uh...men like their friends."

LIGHTBULB! I don't know how many times I've ranted on and on to my poor sweet hunk of man meat about something that one of my friends did to piss me off. Almost every day at least one of my friends does something to ruin my life, or at least my mood for the moment. I've tried to think back, but have been unsuccessful at coming up with one instance where I have ever heard a man complain about his friends. Jobs, women, money...yes. I've heard complaints from the penised ones about all of the above. However, I can not recall ONE friend complaint. Whats even sadder? I can only think of one friend I have that has never made me mad. ONE friend! How awful.

Is this true? Do men actually like their friends? Can it be that simple? Why do women love our friends so much...but never really like them at all? Should we take a cue from men and get rid of all the "friends" we don't like to replace them with people we actually enjoy being around? I'm so confused. It seems the older I become, the more questions I develop.

Random: I think I'm going to take up cooking & I've confirmed that I'm in love with Meryl Streep. Kind of creepy isn't it?

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Where is the In Between?

In the past few days I've been running into the same conversation over and over. It seems as though all of my friends are at the a point where they're figuring out the direction they want their lives to take. Not surprising is the fact that every one of them have ridiculously high ambitions. Some very unrealistic. I know that we shouldn't put boundaries on ourselves...the sky is the limit...anything is possible blah, blah blah. However, I'm starting to feel like an outcast because I just don't see the hype.

Maybe there is something special about being a 20'something year old with little to medium responsibilities. Maybe this stage of your life gives you the idea that anything is possible and you should conquer the little that is deemed impossible. Is it strange, in the reign of Generation Y, that I seem to be the only person not focused on getting rich, being my own boss or making a name for myself? It's not like I lack motivation. I'm very motivated to have a job that will allow me to pay my bills and not live paycheck to paycheck. However, I don't have to live in a mansion or drive a Bentley. Hell, I don't even mind getting up and going to work everyday. Is there something wrong with me? It's not like my goal in life is to be on welfare. I just don't mind being in between. Is that a crime?

When did it become okay to work like a slave to obtain material things that you'll never have time to enjoy because you're too busy working like a slave? Why aren't we interested in having a family and regular, old-fashioned fun anymore? When did a woman, whose ambition is to be a housewife, become a lazy gold digger? Where did our obsession with extravagance, fame and money come from? And how did we get to the point where someone who just wants to be happy and live a minimal, average, non-flashy life is the one with the problem?

I's confused :-(

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

It JUST Happened!

Over the weekend I was presented with the question of whether or not flirting is cheating. I'll reserve my opinion on this for the time being. However, I posted the question on twitter to which I got the overall response of "No. Flirting is not cheating." I was content with this answer because we all have our reasons right? I never once thought about questioning or arguing someone's opinion until one of my male followers responded that "Shyt just be happening..."

Does it now?

That response set off something in me that I didn't really know was there. I've been really nonchalant about relationships up until now. Before I go on this rant I need you guys to keep in mind that I'm not a feminist so ladies please don't be mad at me for what I'm about to say...

It is my belief that men were created superior to us in almost every way. They are stronger, faster, and more strong-willed. Studies show that men spend less money than women. In my personal interactions I even think that men work harder for things that they really want. When they want to lose weight, they're more successful at cutting their bad habits and they're constantly hitting the gym harder. When they want to make a purchase they save money with ease...not even diverting for the loveliest pair of shoes. I could never do such a thing! With all the willpower that men possess, I don't understand how it's so easy for us all to surrender to the idea that "men can't help cheating". It's BS. Men can be successful at doing anything that they want because they're equipped with the innate ability to do so. I find it very hard to believe that the creatures who are so able-bodied in every other aspect of life, can involuntarily submit to such a stupid thing. More importantly, with us being the inferior sex, why don't more women cheat seeing as though our will appears to be lower?

Maybe we should stop letting men lean on the crutch that "all men cheat" and that there is nothing they can do to fight it. Contrary to my silly Twitter follower, "Shyt [doesn't] just be happening". You make shyt happen.

If you hadn't JUST sent her a DM telling her how pretty and smart she was, then...
You wouldn't have JUST become facebook friends with her, then...
You wouldn't have JUST begin communicating regularly, then...
You wouldn't' have JUST agreed to hang out a few times, then...
You wouldn't have JUST kissed that time, then...
You wouldn't have JUST had sex a few times, then...
You wouldn't have JUST been cheating on your girlfriend for 6 months.

But I guess I could see how he could think that "shyt just be happening". I guess you just HAD to tell her how pretty and smart she was right? Who could resist doing that? Here is a thought. Maybe you shouldn't be sending messages to women telling them how pretty and smart they are when you're in a relationship. Better yet...if you're not prepared to be in a committed relationship, don't enter into one. It's that easy! Why try to keep a leash on someone when you don't intend to stay on your own? Maybe its time for men to JUST grow the hell up and stop being so childish.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Who Cheers the Cheerer?

Do you ever feel like you're the person who everyone goes to with their problems? What a heavy load to bear. I love helping my friends...I really do; but what does one do when everyone relies on them for help? Who is supposed to help me when I need it?

Sometimes I feel down right crappy. I get mean, angry and sometimes even sad. I know that its normal because I deal with it from my friends and family on a regular basis. The craziest thing is that when my turn comes, nobody wants to deal with it. I always get "you're mean today...I'll talk to you tomorrow" or "I'm not feeling any positive vibes". Well so fucking what? I'm not happy all the damn time! Do I say those things when you dummies mope around me with your whining, complaining and depression? No, I don't. I deal with it. I make you laugh. I do what I think is necessary to make you feel better. So, tell me...why am I not afforded the same when its my turn to mope?

Who is the fixer supposed to turn to when she needs fixing? Who cheers the cheerer?

Selfish.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

When The Tables Are Turned/I Call Bullshit

Have you ever noticed that in relationships the prey eventually becomes the predator? I will never understand how people who are normally cheated on, taken advantage of and or lied to get into new relationships where they aren't abused and in turn begin to cheat, take advantage and lie. I would think that common sense would arm you with the ability to know how it felt when it was done to you, then allow yourself to not do it to anyone else. I don't buy the bullshit excuse that those who are abused eventually become the abusers. Who you become is a choice.

Am I the only person who is tired of grown adults using their past relationships as excuses to screw up their current ones? New relationships are the ultimate 2nd chances. They are the quintessential do-overs. If every relationship you have ends up the same, maybe you're the issue. If all of your ex's became "annoying"..well, maybe its you! When will we spin the mirrors around and begin to look at ourselves as the source of our life's failures? We have become way too easy on ourselves. Maybe we should start calling one another on our bullslhit.

Today, I challenge you to perform two tasks:

1. Call yourself on at least one thing that you've been blaming on someone else. It may be failed relationships, poor work ethics, bad credit...whatever. Just acknowledge it and accept responsibility for your actions.

2. Call a friend on their bullshit. One of the most common reasons that we continue our reckless behavior in life is because we have family and friends who support it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to call you out for you to acknowledge your actions and fix them. Do you have a friend who is ruining their life? Call that bitch out!

Do it in the comments section...or not. But do it. I'm gonna start first...

Friday, February 19, 2010

...And Other Dumb Shit That You Should Keep To Yourself

Initially, we were going to make a video blog about this, but since we're procrastinators the idea never came into fruition. I still feel that it's an important topic to discuss, so I'm going to take a stab at it. This blog may be long...so please accept my apology in advance.

Preface...

A few weeks ago, on a Friday night, everyone in the Maryland vicinity was preparing for the blizzard of Oh'Ten. We bombarded the markets, video stores and entertainment centers in preparation of being stuck indoors for a prolonged period of time. Most people, if they were smart, chose to position themselves with people whom they could stomach throughout the blizzard. My son, who is 11, was one of those people. He decided that I wasn't a person whom he wanted to be stuck with for such a period of time. He and his cousins made the conscience decision that they'd much rather be stuck together than separately. Food, video games & other kids...what more could a child need in a blizzard right? At age 11, I guess I felt the same way, so permission granted. His aunt came and whisked him away for a fun-filled snowed in week of x-box/play station bliss.

The Body...

Alone stands mommy :-( Although I looked forward to a week of DJ Hero asswhuppage upon a pre-teen, my plans were foiled and I was ready to go at it alone. After only four hours into "project snowed home alone" I received a text... "You coming to get snowed in with me :-) ?" Did I think long before responding? Nope... Who would stay snowed in with a cat when they could be stuck with a snuggly, warm body? Not I. So I packed a week of clothing and called up a relative to drive me to my destination. I was not about to shovel my car out at someone else's house then have to go home and shovel again.

You still with me?...

I get to my destination on Friday night only to find that more people would be stuck with me than originally anticipated. In addition to my "friend" and his roommate were two of their other friends (one of which I already knew). I was a little thrown aback, but I didn't dwell on it. Better to be stuck in a storm with four people than with a cat right? Off the jump we get to the fun. A few games of spades...a little drinking, nothing serious. Seemed like a good night. No arguments...lots of shit talking...it's what we do. The next two days...not much activity. My friend and I watched a lot of TV/movies and kind of just hung around in his space for the most part. I got thrown into 3 feet of snow (glad you all found it funny) and things were good. Then comes Monday. By Monday, we were all about to go crazy from being in the house for such a long time. After three days of confinement we finally got out and begin to shovel the cars...to go anywhere! To the corner store...it didn't matter, we just needed to get out. The roads were still horrendous and there was no way that we were making it too far, but we did manage to make it to Friday's. Fine with me.

::Enters Drama::...

Alcohol mixed with an idiot, prolonged exposure and insecurity is a recipe for disaster. I'm still not completely sure about what happened but somehow my "friend's" friend decided he had enough of me and that "things would be better" if I weren't there. So he proceeded to tell me that I should be somewhere with my "fucking son" instead of with someone who I happen to be dating. I was a little thrown aback by his comments, as were everyone else, but I snapped back quickly and gave him my opinion on how his stupid ass should mind his own business. Initially I was really irritated that someone who has proven to me over the entire weekend that he is a complete idiot, could be so vocal about what he thought I should be doing as a parent Eventually, I got over that and moved on from it. A few words were exchanged and my mens & them were put on alert. However, I went back to normal life snowed away because I didn't want to bring drama to my friend's home. Once it was safe for me to make it to my own home, I did so and didn't revisit the situation again. Very adult like, no?

The Re-Visit...

Initially I wasn't going to blog about this topic. I told my friends, all of whom think that we should find him and cause some bodily harm, but other than that I attributed the situation to someone who didn't like me, attempting to strike a blow in any way he could. How he felt about me was one of his many problems, and wasn't my issue. Que Sara Sara, right? Then, not even a week later a girlfriend of mine, who knew nothing of the experience I just explained, made almost identical comments about a woman that one of our male friends is dating. It really hit me. She obviously knew nothing about this woman, but felt compelled to comment on the fact that this woman should be "with her kid rather than spending the night with a man." I totally don't blame my friend for making those comments about this woman. It is human nature to state your opinion on things. We all sometimes unknowingly make unwarranted assumptions about the lives of others. I get it.

But sadly, just like in my situation, she knew nothing about this woman. She didn't know if this woman had shared custody with the other parent, she didn't know if this child goes away on the weekends, she really didn't know anything about the situation or where the child was. [Edit: The difference between my friend and this guy was that she shared her opinions on this girl confidentially amongst friends. Thats the natural, human thing to do. However, the idiot in my situation decided that it was okay that he bombard me with his silly opinions about my life.]

I dont understand why people who don't have children, are the first to comment on what others should be doing with theirs. Why is it that single, childless people think that single parents don't deserve the opportunity to find love too? Do you people expect us to wait until our children are 18 to begin dating again?

It's very funny because I have a serious problem with bringing men around my child and to my house. It's something that I just don't do. I bet these same people would have a heart attack if they thought I had a man in my house with my child around. So what is a parent to do? Spend time out occasionally, or let every Tom Dick & Harry come over? As long as you're home with your kid they could care less right? Wrong! If you have so much to say about what parents should be doing instead of spending time with a man/woman, please offer some valid suggestions. While you're thinking of suggestions let me offer you this information.

I am a parent. Considering that you have no children, its safe to say that I've been a parent way longer than you. If I am somewhere for a month...don't question me. You don't know my situation. Even if you assume that my child isn't with his other parent please be assured that wherever he is, its somewhere safe with people who love him. I am responsible enough to know if I can leave my kids for 2 or 20 days. You better believe that when he's not with me, he's in safe responsible hands. In the end its my decision. My child is well adjusted, bright and happy...and well aware of the love that his mother has for him. As long as these characteristics remain, please know that I am doing my job. If you have an opinion on how I, or any other parent you know, should raise our children. Do us a favor and have your own kids then apply those opinions to your situation.

Whether or not children are involved, maybe we should stop and think before we comment on the lives and decisions of others. Chances are, we don't know what the hell we're talking about and our opinions are probably not requested or appreciated.

For lent, try giving up minding other's people business and focus on your own. Your life is probably in shambles right now. Get it together grouch.

(P.S...if you feel offended, I apologize, but I had to get it off of my chest. Nothing at all personal towards you.)

Friday, February 12, 2010

My Vagina is a Black Panther

I'm sure you guys have been exposed to Mayergate. If you haven't read this then come back to continue this post. For those of you who have read the article I am wondering your opinions on this. Usually when someone makes some seemingly racist or offensive comments there is a general consensus that the comments were racist or offensive. The strange thing about Mayergate is that everyone I've encountered has had a different opinion on whether his comments should've offended. He said some awfully strange things in that article. Far before he made the "offensive" comments. Why do we overlook the rest of the nonsense that he's said but zone in on the "black centered" comments? Even more perplexing is the fact that the people who, in his eyes, enjoy living their lives to the fullest are the ones who do the most complaining and nit-picking. Us! The mighty African-Americans.

My opinion? I live in the Family Guy age. It's my firm belief that people have the right to feel and express themselves in any way that they please. With that being said...my vagina is a Black Panther. No matter how beautiful a white man is, I will never let one touch me in a sexual way. I'm totally with JM. What I don't understand is why preference is always equated with racism or hate. Because a man says that he refuses to have sex with a black woman he's automatically labeled as a racist. I don't get it. I know so many men who won't sleep with over-weight women. Does that make them fatist? How about people who won't sleep with the elderly? Are we oldist? This is all too confusing. Will there ever be a time when we can say what we feel or live our lives in a way (legally of course) that pleases us without being stoned for things that may be deemed politically incorrect?

I'm starting to wonder if I'm desensitized or if the rest of the world is underexposed. I'm all about political incorrectness. I support it and promote it. I have a theory about why Family Guy is so successful. Its because they push the envelope. They do and say what they want. If you're offended by it then you're the one with the problem because they obviously don't care. The success of this show is a direct reflection that Americans want the same freedom. We love what we crave. We clearly crave the ability to be us. Why is this so difficult?

Sidenote: I can't believe that you guys are surprised that this guy made these comments. Look at the things he's done. Look at the photo! Lol...He's obviously not one for boundaries.

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Power of Peni (According to some dummy...that's Plural for Penis)


Have you ever done some dumb crap that you know you had no business doing but couldn't figure out why? CocktailOur has discovered that most of the dumb things done, by women, can be attributed to one thing, and one thing only...THE PEEN! If you've done anything on this list, don't be ashamed. It's not your fault. Apparently you can't escape the Power of Peni.

New Peen will make you...

...Settle. As long as you can have the peen, who needs a relationship?
...Drunk text. Well actually liquor makes you drunk text...but you're still texting peen!
...Date a deadbeat dad
...Cook...and you know I don't cook
...Feel like a woman. Have you dressing up for no reason like a dummy.
...Clean your house (just in case the peen pays a surprise visit)
...Stock up your refrigerator with real food...fruits, vegetables & meats (you know...just to make you look good)
...Prove that you can handle the peen. It got you going to Strip Aerobics classes & stuff.
...Make you wear matching panties...make you wax more...hell, peen will keep you on your toes!
...Make you watch Sports Center...running down stats and ish.
...Buy beer

*Note, the following only applies to GOOD peen

...Put your friends, plans and work on the back burner.
...Do some shit you know you can't do (chandelier swinging...balling into a pretzel...licking your own butt)
...Send naked photos of yourself to his cell phone
...Bump random chicks in the club and stalk them on Facebook because you saw them say hi on his wall.
...Pretend you like his mother when you know you hate that hoe...good peen makes you bite your tongue. (Figuratively & Literally)

What are we missing ladies? What has good peen made you do?

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Ustream-ing and I'm Thinking of You

"If you're not with your significant other 5 days out of 7, you're sharing that individual with someone". I heard this today on ustream. The idea here is that we are all sharing our partner; most times without our knowledge. It is said that during the introductory period illusions replace truth. In keeping with this, small lies may be told. Especially when faced with big ticket questions like: are you seeing anyone else or are you ready for a relationship? The ustream host suggested most men lie about their dealings with other women. I suppose "I like you and you're the only one" sounds a lot better than "Oh seeing anyone else? Well (pause) you're about the fourth woman I took out this week." So, we (men and women) lie to acquire what we desire. *

From the male host's perspective, it is safe to believe the person you're interested in has other options. It is also wise to believe he’s putting those options to good use. Unfortunately, partly because we can't handle brutal honesty, men omit.** Since a plus one is really only attractive when responding to an invitation, most women will move along. True! Well sort of true. It honestly depends on what a woman is looking for and where she is in her life.

All this UStream-ing made me wonder. . .do women really want the truth? Sure we say we do. "If he's seeing someone else, I need to know." Then when we find out (catch a man cheating) we either: suppress or accept its presence.

So ladies if you met a man you were interested in. Went on a few dates, thought you two had something special and were anxious about the possibilities; would you stay around to be number 4?


Suppose one day over dinner you have the expectation talk. You know the one when he asks what you're looking for in a man and you run down your checklist. He listens intently, just the way a man should. Pauses for a second and replies:

"I am not the kind of dude you want right now. I'm dating other women and if you decide to kick it with me, you’re entering a contract. The contract outlines my unwillingness to settle down. Understand you're not the only one. Someday when the smoke clears and the dust settles I’ll be ready. I'll be everything you're looking for and more! But right now I like you, but not just you"

Tell me, would you still date this man? Men, would you ever be that honest? Is it more important to hear what you want or what you need? I know a lot of women who would hear what this man is saying without truly listening. Some sort of way we’d morph this into a challenge. Only to be disappointed when we find out we couldn’t change his mind. I’m curious. In the end, how important is complete honesty?


* Women generally don’t lie about how many men we’re seeing. We may however adjust our partner history to one that looks a bit more favorable.

** They also omit because, well they’re men.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Thinking In Pig Latin

I wonder if backwards thinking is something you have to grow out of & how many of us actually make it out of this delusional state.

I had a conversation with a friend and he told me a story of how he had put tons of energy into wooing a girl who wasn't into him. He bought her gifts and made her things, really really sweet and heartfelt gestures, and in turn she went and got herself a crappy boyfriend. Naturally, after trying his best to win her over and being rejected, his feelings were hurt. When I asked him if he has done any of those things for the woman that he is currently seeing he stated something to the effect of "no, because she already likes me". Huh? So let me get this right. You treat a woman who clearly doesn't like you like a queen, but the one who is obviously smitten by you is treated like a peasant? How is this right? More importantly, how can you be mad at the woman who didn't like you when you knew she didn't like you to begin with? Who's fault was it that you pursued a woman who didn't want pursing? It's basic math.

Logical: (she likes you) + (you like her) = treat her well
Illogical: (she doesn't like you) + (you like her) = treat her well until she likes you
Logical: (she doesn't like you) + (you like her) = Eff that hoe & keep it moving

I'm pretty sure that this man isn't stupid. I'm starting to wonder how many of our issues could be solved if we actually thought about things before we did them. When will we learn to strategize in life, instead of just living? How many of us actually sit down and think about things logically instead of being driven by our emotions? I'm inclined to believe that life would be much easier if we would just take the time to think things out.

Friday, January 22, 2010

You Have New Follower Requests

In a low-activity job such as mine, Twitter, Facebook and blogging have become my new bff's. They keep me company, provide entertainment and often give me someone to interact with during my downtime. Naturally, we spend a good deal of time together. Unfortunately, in this digital age, I am not the only bff of the social medias. So what happens when our family, friends and sexual partners enter into our digital lives? How much is too much togetherness in the digital world?

More importantly, what do you do when an innocent friendship blossoms into more after you're already socially connected by the networks? How do you say, hey...I have to unfollow you because I can't bear to see what you and @ilickitgood24 are discussing? What is the proper way to say...I'm sorry, we can no longer be facebook friends because quite frankly...I don't want you in my business and I don't want to see yours?

I'm perplexed. Life is too complicated. Can't we just go back to the days of cans & strings? It was all so simple then.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Want What You Can't Have

Recently I went to a family member's wedding. Weddings typically make me cry, but since I arrived more than an half hour late I made it through the entire ordeal tearless. That is until I saw my high school crush. I don't want to paint the picture that I'm still in love with this man. I mean actually I never was. What can you possibly know about love in the ninth grade. And by you, I mean me. I hadn't even had my first real kiss (I know I was a late bloomer). I may not have known much about sex and the way those activities worked (lol it's funny just thinking about it) but I certainly knew how to spot an attractive man. Mr. "Name withheld to protect me from embarrassment" you are certainly an attractive man. I remember writing him a letter disclosing my feelings for him, which he later showed to the girl he chose over me to prove there was nothing going on between us. If it sounds painful and embarrassing to you, imagine living through it. I remember.. . .wait now that I think about it. . . .why am I writing this again? I mean sure you look nice, but you're poison. High school poison to be exact. lol.


Ahh it sure was nice to see you.

The Jealous Friend

There's nothing worse than a jealous friend. You know, someone that doesn't like to listen to your good fortune. When you share your happy stories, they get quiet or pause and say something like "that's nice" or a dry-ass "really". Don't you hate that person. Just want to kick them in the shin? Well I'm that friend!! LOL! My girlfriend's new man is running circles around my stale relationship and I can't take it! Every time she tells me a story about how thoughtful he is or the sweet sh%t he says, I want to scream. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for her. I truly am. But damn if it doesn't make me look at my relationship with a squinted eye.


I feel like making prank calls on my boyfriend's cell. lol!

I'm just venting.

Day 1: Digitial Cleanse


FAIL! *kanye shrug*

Friday, January 15, 2010

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? It gets posted 3 weeks late. We intended to post this video prior to New Year's Eve, but life happens. *Kanye shrug*


This is an intimate look into the minds behind your favorite site. Grab some popcorn and be prepared to be thorougly entertained (or disappointed).


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