OMG!! Drama abounds in the land of little children who think they're grown. Yeah, sure you may be 19,20,21...and on your own...but you act like a freakin child and it is now my time to get away from you and hide in the solace of my annoying ass family, who no matter HOW BAD they get on my nerves, I love them and I have the best times with them.
Y'all mufuckas in Birmingham are PISSING ME OFF!!! Y'all are like that annoying ass paper clip that used to show up on Mic.ro.sof.t W.ord and hop around talking asking if I need help typing my paper or spelling a word.
BITCH! I GOT THIS!!!
For real though, I just need a break from all the madness that is UAB. I got folks texting me on some messy bullshit asking me if I'm still cool with this person and that person...like how random is that? Like the text just exuded HATE. And it's kinda fucked up because I feel like the person texting me was trying to get me to be extra messy on some shit I have nothing to do with. I don't have a problem with the person you beefin with...so I'm not gonna bash them just because you and a couple other folks do. Somethin just ain't sitting right with me about this...DAMN that shit threw me for a loop. Just random shit like that is making me want to go home and STAY home...but I got a job to do, and I won't stop just because a few folks wanna act foolish. It is what it is.... I just know that I GOT TO GO!!! Holla on the other side (The Gump).
Friday, November 7, 2008
Gotta get the hell outta here
Posted by Shy at 12:59 PM 6 comments
Labels: Keepin it real, rants, Weekends
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Please Don't Be So Generic In Your Thinking!
THANKS!!! So, mama fowards me this email, and in her message she says, "SO TRUE...LOL". Now I don't know if she felt that way for real, or if she just wanted something to say. My mama is a VERY intelligent and "smart" woman, but when it comes to bull-shit email lists, I noticed that sometimes she just says stuff just to say it. In any event, I am going to post this little laundry list of things you should tell all girls about men...hmph...my thoughts included
15 PIECES OF ADVICE TO BE PASSED ON TO YOURDAUGHTER, GRANDDAUGHTER, YOUNGER SISTER, NIECE, COUSIN... all the GIRLS!
1.. Don't imagine you can change a man... Unless he's in diapers. (okay, I agree with this tip...You can incite change, but you can never ever force it or CREATE it...a man has to want to change for you HIMSELF!!)
2.. What do you do if your boyfriend walks-out? You shut the door. (sure...maybe...I wouldn't suggest running after ANY man, even if it is YOUR fault. There is a time for all of that, and right after an argument probably isn't one of the best.)
3.. If they put a man on the moon... they should be able to put them all up there. (didn't get this one)
4.. Never let your man's mind wander... it's too little to be out alone. (what weak-minded men are these women messing with?! If his mind is wandering, there is a reason, and his brain capacity can't be that small if he has the ability to think of someone else!)
5.. Go for younger men. You might as well... They never mature anyway. (hell naw, though I typically end up talking to guys slightly younger than me, there is no way I would exclusively date obviously younger men...I don't have time for the immaturity. It is true that with age comes maturity, so stop fuckin with young boys just because you assume men will always be immature.)
6.. Men are all the same... they just have different faces so that you can tell them apart. (I semi-agree. They all have the same WAYS, some are just less/more severe than others. Some have more tact. But just like women come wired the same, so do men...it's nature.)
7.. Definition of a bachelor: a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable. (eww, I have to disagree. a bachelor is a single man, and he has VERY much potential to fuck a sista's life up, please believe! Single men are ruining lives and breaking hearts EVERY day!)
8.. Women don't make fools of men... most of them are the do-it-yourself types. (sure, whatever)
9.. Best way to get a man to do something... is to suggest he is too old for it. (you can tell some white woman came up with this list...*sigh*)
10.. Love is blind... but marriage is a real eye-opener. (ok, thanks for the heads up...)
11.. If you want a committed man... look in a mental hospital. (not funny)
12.. The men of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years... Even in biblical times, they wouldn't ask for directions. (ummm)
13.. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in... tell him chequebooks. (This bitch is from Europe!)
14.. Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes... it means that you laugh at his. (ok, WORD. Because a lack of sense of humor is a deal breaker for me. I need somebody who constantly keeps a smile on my face and laughter in my heart. Laughing reduces stress, something I have lots of!)
15.. Sadly, all men are created equal. (really now?)
So yeah, after reading through the list a few times, I have come to the conclusion that this list was contrived by a middle-aged white Brittish woman (or Canadian). In any respect, I appreciate her little words of wisdom, but uhh, no thanks for real! And how could my mother, a strong, black educated woman think that majority of the things listed held some truth?!?! Man, whatever! Anyhoo...
I can't stand generic ass thinking when it comes to men (hell, ANYBODY), because all of these negroes are different...these lists are fine in some ways, cuz sometimes you can generalize to make a comparison...but this list just hinted a tad bit too much "white woman's" opinion to me, and I honestly can't identify. Now, I'm a good daughter, so I won't get on mama for sending me this list, but this is definitely not something I will be passing on to my friends, little cousins, nieces, and MOST CERTAINLY not my daughter. God willing, when I have a little girl, she will know what she needs to know through me and other strong-minded women like me...not from some generic ass, Eurocentric minded list. Please and Thank you! Good night!!
Posted by Shy at 1:35 PM 2 comments
Labels: Cryin Fuckin Shame, Fuck this list, Keepin it real, sit the fuck down
Thursday, June 26, 2008
There is ALWAYS some Truth in Hilarity
Take this comment, for instance, made by a person under the alias of Lo.uis Far.rak.han in reference to the R.Kelly acquittal situation:
R. Kelly could rape the cast of Golden Girls in Times Square and get away with it at this point. Nigga is untouchable. He'd probably dress them up as cheerleaders and pee in their diapers first, but rape is rape.
-Lo.uis Far.rak.han
Okay, I initially laughed my ass off at this statement. Because it is seemingly true in that R.Kelly has managed to make the general public believe he is some crazed sex pervert who can't get it from women within his own age range...Also, he seems to be impervious to serving time for his crazed sexual behavior. In fact, a lot of people revere him as a hero of sorts. SICKENING!
But then I looked at the quote again, and realized that R.Kelly would never rape the cast of Golden Girls because he does not like oldER women. What makes this alias think he'd want grannies? They do say, however, that once you reach elderly-hood, your ways revert back to child-like behavior. I can attest to this observation, because my great-aunt shits on herself and doesn't clean her ass, and my great-uncle would leave the house, wandering around the neighborhood. True, you can attribute these behaviors to mental disorders, and true my uncle suffers from Alzheimer's/Dimentia...but still... Older people get whiny and ornery, just like little kids. So maybe that's the correlation the alias was trying to make...
But anyawy, back to my observation. R. Kelly wouldn't touch these women with a 10 foot pole, because they are old enough to be his grandmother. He only seems to be interested in GIRLS aged 13-20....hmmm....so yeah. Funny quote, and yes, some truth exists in it...but then you have to look at the facts and realize this person was just tryna get a laugh.
He succeeded.
Disclaimer: I love the Golden Girls just as much as anybody, but that shit was funny...sorry. :-(
Posted by Shy at 9:32 AM 0 comments
Labels: Fuck R. Kelly, funny shit, Keepin it real
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
What's In a NAME?!
K y'all...There will be no WOD for a minute. I just don't feel like being extremely techincal about things at the moment. But I do have something else for you to take a look at.
What, pray-tell, is in a name? When you think about the name your parents gave you, do you view it as a blessing or a curse? Some names have a "white" ring to them. Which means that the race of this child is typically indistinguishable or the child is presumed to be white upon first seeing it. Then there are those of us who have not necessarily "black" names, but ethnic sounding ones that give our race/ethnicity away to folks who otherwise would not know a thing about us.
It has been said, that when naming a child, parents should look to the future and take into account: a) if the child will have problems saying and spelling his/her name by the age of 3 b) if the child's teachers will have problems with the same, particularly pronunciation c) if other kids will have issues with saying/spelling the child's name d) how the name will look on important, official documents e) how an 87 year old woman name Bonquisha will look to others.
Of course, it doesn't matter what she will look like to others, as there will be many adults like her. My name is pretty common, but not so much that it's Ashley, Jessica, Tiffany, Brittany or anything like that. But there are many girls out there with my name. My thing is, is there a 85 year old woman named Candice out there somewhere? If so...cool...
Parents should be mindful of trying to be so unique to the point that they screw their children over. Finding jobs in corporate America is already hard enough. Tack on race and gender (for females), and it's damn near impossible (at times). I'm not saying name your child something boring, generic, or typical. Your child has the right to be unique. All I'm saying is be classy and considerate with name choices.
According to a website, the following names are considered the BLACKEST names to give a child. Should you avoid them? Depends...
The 20 Blackest Boy Names
1. DeShawn
2. DeAndre
3. Marquis (know one)
4. Darnell (middle name of about 5 guys I know)
5. Terrell (know 2)
6. Malik (know one)
7. Trevon
8. Tyrone (know 2)
9. Willie (know 1)
10. Dominique
11. Demetrius (know plenty)
12. Reginald (cousin's name)
13. Jamal
14. Maurice (know 2)
15. Jalen (a lot of little black boys are getting this name)
16. Darius (know grown men named this)
17. Xavier (know 2)
18. Terrance (know too many)
19. Andre (same as 18)
20. Darryl (same)
The 20 Blackest Girl Names
1. Imani
2. Ebony (if I could count them all...)
3. Shanice (know 1, my MI)
4. Aaliyah
5. Precious (know 1)
6. Nia
7. Deja (know 1)
8. Diamond
9. Asia (my cousin, and a lil girl from church)
10. Aliyah
11. Jada
12. Tierra
13. Tiara (roommate)
14. Kiara
15. Jazmine (cousin)
16. Jasmin
17. Jazmin
18. Jasmine (too many)
19. Alexus (cousin)
20. Raven
Now, I'm not sure why several forms of the name "Jasmine"
1. Ari
2. Binae
3. Calandra
4. Devani
5. Elle
6. Faye
7. Giselle
8. Hannah (love this name)
9. Isis
10. Justice
11. Kaimana (Kah-ee-mah-na, hawaiian)
12. Lakera
13. Mahria
14. Nayana
1. Santino
2. Tariq
3. Dedrick (Dee-drick)
4. Yamin
5. Emery
6. Cassidy
7. Lonnie (one of my faves)
So yeah, unique and classy. I HAVE PLENTY MORE. But of course I can't give y'all the ones I many want to use for my 3 kids. So yeah...if you ever need help searching for a baby name, with meaning (which is something I specialize in), hit me up!!! 90% of the names I have own legit meanings and have histories behind them. Anyhoos...I'll HOLLA.
P.S. also check out BabyNamesWorld.com in the links section. It's very informative! :-)
Posted by Shy at 10:15 AM 0 comments
Labels: Babies, Keepin it real
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Cookies and Juice
Is this a fuccin day care or something? When I get off of work, I don't wanna come home to no damn shortbread cookies and sunny D. We carpooling, on the way home, I notice you sippin out a Subway cup, but when I ask you to get something to eat FOR DINNER (since I haven't eaten in 5+ hrs) you tell me, "We'll see". The night ends with you cooking some rice and viennas and telling us (me and my lil brother) to have at it...at damn near 10 o'clock at night...
ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Is this how my summer is going to go? Don't even go there about how I should or need to spend my money. While I agree that one's earnings should be spent and allocated in a fashion that the earner sees fit, If you got kids in your home, or better yet, your OFFSPRING, --your children-- regardless of if I'm 20 years old or not, I expect you to at LEAST go to the grocery store. Maybe I give off the impression that i want to eat fast food every night, but that is totally NOT EVEN the case!
Instead of buying cookies and juice, dad, and putting $12 in her gas guzzling truck, you could have bought a bag of salad greens, some cheese, dressing, and some chicken and we could have made a NICE salad. You could have bought some beef and buns, and we could have fried up some burgers...but naw...who are you doing a favor for? Not me!!! I didn't ask for cookies and juice, and neither did Isaac.
You buy it, thinking it will appease us somehow, quell our hunger...YOU'RE WRONG! It does nothing but ignite our appetites even more. And don't buy cans of pringles and think they are gonna last a life-time. CHILE, BOO! Do you know how GOOD pringles taste? Plus, like we say every evening, WE BE HUNGRY! And while y'all thinking I'm the one eating up everything, you should check your growing boy!!!
He's the one sneaking pringles off to his room in the early morning hours, cookies and juice too!
I need for y'all to take a little more responsibility in your purchases. One complains all the time that the other spends too much money. I know what she is doing with it, it's obvious...but you won't put the necessary restraints on her to make her stop. WHY DID YOU PUT GAS IN HER TANK if you were just going to the Dollar Store which is UP THE STREET?!?! You lose your right to complain when you put $ in her tank and buy cookies and juice. You've only eaten 5, huh? Yeah right, but whatever. Those cookies are almost gone, and trust, it wasn't I who nearly demolished them....*looks over at Isaac*
And one is over here complaining that he don't spend ENOUGH money, and that we (the kids) don't WANT to spend our OWN money....well...lady...why SHOULD WE???? You are the parent, first and foremost. And we are not asking you for new clothes, shoes, or toys...(or at least, I'm not). All I ask for is basic SUSTENANCE, some damn nourishment, and not even all the time! Hell, I've gotten used to not eating around that damn house! But I get fussed at because I'm not willing to spend MY money on something I shouldn't have to pay for...GO TO FOOD WORLD, DAMN IT! I never asked you to go to Wendy's or McDonalds...go to FOOD WORLD, which is LITERALLY walking distance from the house, if you are worried about wasting gas!
But whatever, I digress. You spend your money as you please, but it amazes me, that you pay minimal bills in the house, don't by food, yet manage to buy new clothes and shoes when you get ready, or buy that bottle of whatever to sip on for the week/weekend. GET OFF. I see how it is tho. Don't fix your mouth to question me about my spending habits, then, sweety! I have self-restraint and discipline, and I know that me being able to do what I need to do at the close of this week is more important than buying a bag of potato chips...for 50 cents...child, please...
I can't win for losing, and I half-way don't blame my daddy for acting the way he does, MOST of the time...
The 16th will be the dawn of a new day, tho baby. My money will not get frivously thrown to the wind, as in previous years. I have a plan, and I plan on enforcing it! This past check, I could play around with, but honestly, no more room or time for that...
Anyway, I think this about does it for this rant. I just sighed, which is a sign that I'm pretty much over it. Boy, I tell ya, I love writing.
But if I get home and see more cookies and sunny D...I'm going the hell off!!!! Somebody gone get they 48 year old ass told! And that's love.
Oh and good morning.
Posted by Shy at 8:08 AM 0 comments
Labels: Family Matters, Good Morning, Keepin it real, rants
Thursday, June 5, 2008
And I Quote..."
"Handle your business; don't let your business handle you!" --A smart person
This quote holds so much truth. Too often we are too busy worrying about what's going on in other people's lives to pay attention to our own. I've always had the attitude of what I do is MY business, especially if what I am doing is in no way affecting you. Friends take that title "Friend" to a whole other level and want to know ALL your business...I simply say, "MYOB, or get some business, please!"
As human beings, we are somewhat naturally inquisitive, and hell, that's okay. But PLEASE don't come up to me asking me what color bra/panties do I have on, or who I was on the phone with last night, or even who I'm seeing. You worried about me...and your draws ain't even clean!
I feel like, don't ask, don't tell --first and foremost. I do not voluntarily hand out information about my personal life unless I'm just itching for somebody to know. And even when someone asks something I'd rather not divulge, I usually go around the truth and leave out pertinent details. Shit, they do it to me! It's a viscious cycle that can be well avoided if people just mind their own business. Just because you are my "friend" doesn't mean you have to know every aching detail about my life. Shit...don't tell me that "secrets don't make friends..." Bitch, I got enough friends to worry about you being mad because you couldn't get in my business. See how STUPID that "secrets don't make friends" shit sounds? Really, and truly, ask me if I care...AND DON'T!!
Get the word NUN-YA in your vocabulary, people!!!! It may hurt a few feelings, but it keeps folks' noses out of places they shouldn't be. I mean, some people need to get a hobby for goodness sake!
I really do try to limit what I say to so-called friends and associates. Even my bestests are sometimes guilty of talking too much, as am I on occasions. But shit, for the most part I can trust them both with my inner most secrets, and dare I tell theirs.
But these folks I'm in school with now...
HA...
Only a few I trust with my business, and not necessarily because they won't tell, but because they don't judge or scrutinize my behavior. They offer solutions, advice, or encouraging words and leave it at that.
On the other hand, you have those who seem sincere when getting into your business, but turn right back around and discuss it with associates, aquaintances, classmates, parents, sisters, brothers, cousins.......etc.
Don't...and I mean DON'T EVEN! So yeah, as I get older I am learning more and more to guard my tongue. What I say not only has the potential to mess me up, but others as well. I began to learn this lesson at age 12, and every year I get better and better at it. I used to be flip-mouthed and would TELL ALL...but now, I choose my words wisely before I speak, or say nothing at all. The times that I have spoken prematurely have landed me DRAMA or an ass-whooping (not really...and never from a peer. The only hands to ever be laid on me were those of my parents), SO...
And don't be fooled. Being in a sorority does not mean telling your business to sorors...Don't discuss with them what you wouldn't discuss with an acquaintance if you're not comfortable with them like that. Oh and keep SORORITY business JUST THAT! Business, Business, Business, PEOPLE!
If you ain't got none, get some! I'm OUT!
Posted by Shy at 1:44 PM 0 comments
Labels: As Quoted, Keepin it real, rants
Friday, November 9, 2007
WTF...naw really...what the fuck?!
What is going on?!?! I want to talk about these two guys I know...and their issues...and I hope they never find this (at least no time soon..), but I mean, what's wrong? I guess I won't focus so much on them as I don't wanna cause no drama or confusion.
I guess the topic I want to touch on is why can't these hopeless mofos just enjoy being single? Now before you think I'm being cold and heartless, let me explain...
I have this male friend (who will remain anonymous) who is always telling me about his latest relationship endeavors. No matter how much I express to him that maybe, just maybe I don't give a damn, he still manages to drop me a line on facebook telling me what's going on. Now it wouldn't bother me so much, normally...but my problem with him is...I'll tell him stuff and give him advice from a female's perspective as a genuine friend, and he (and another guy I know) will take that info and basically shit on it. They do not take heed, and frankly I'm tired of wasting my damn breath!
Case 1: Dude, don't keep coming to me tellin me that you met this girl and you think she's the one. Save that shit for someone who cares. You should know by now that I just don't give a fuck! I asked him today, HOW ARE U SO SURE THIS GIRL IS THE ONE??? Didn't you just kick one off the team a couple of days ago...you said she was the one too...Get your shit straight, or just stop coming to me with this mess.
But I think I know what his issue is...and I mentioned this in a previous post...this guy feels that (thinks that) if he tells me about what all girls he's talking to, all the females he's pulling and the play he's getting and all that shit...that i'll get jealous or some shit and start liking him...NEWSFLASH BOO, I stopped being like that BEFORE I met you! WOW! And he still hasn't caught on. And I am determined not to fall for him, because doing so would be settling for less. I'm sorry, but these things I'm saying would be also said to his face. I have no qualms about that! But yeah, he thinks he has me pegged, but he is oh so wrong.
I've been single for nearly 3 years, and he's been on-again-off-again with a whole bunch of broads. I haven't come crying to his ass yet and don't plan on it.
Case 2: I love this guy to death, I really do. And what's endearing is that he's like a little brother to me (or younger brother, my "little brother" is literally little--7 yrs old). I really feel like my words of wisdom can do this guy some good, right? Well, he's in a situation with a highly detested female on our campus (not saying I DETEST her, but she works my nerves on a constant basis). He's liked her since the moment he laid eyes on her, he also fell in love with her wild/loud/crazy personality I'm supposing. But I mean, she's shot him down since day one of his expressions of love for her, and our 2nd year into school she is still treating him like shit, if not worse than before.
And so he comes to me and two other amigas for words of advice, encouragement, opinions. We, seeing the pain this GIRL is causing him, tell him to leave her alone and move on...does he listen? NOOOPE! And I mean, we've broken shit down for him and everything, but for whatever reason, he can't seem to lose that grip. Well, I finally told him I'm tired of voicing my opinions on the situation (more like advice), and it falling on deaf ears. Sure opinions are opinions and mostly one-sided but in his situation, It's not like I'm telling him to do anything that I think will cause him pain or suffering (in the long run). But I mean, he'd rather endure that long-term pain and neglect than go ahead and be thru with her, chunk deuces, hurt a little and then start looking for someone who will truly make him happy. I told him I'm through with THAT situation and I will not be offering anymore WORDS on the subject. But because I haven't given up hope on him totally, I will listen to anything else...deeming that it doesn't end up like this here situation.
Which leads me to my final point. Why the hell can't these dudes just enjoy single life? What the hell is wrong with being single? ESPECIALLY IF UR SHIT NEVER SEEMS TO BE IN PLACE WHEN U ARE WITH SOMEONE!!! They bitch and moan about being alone, but don't know the first thing about being truly committed to someone and how to maintain a relationship (not saying I do, but I have an idea). It seems as if these dudes want to have their cake and eat it too, and buddy...maybe in real life that's how it works, but metaphorically that shit doesn't fly too often.
I can't say I'm ready to make that leap to Committment Land, yet. I HAVE A LOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW...that's why I make the situation clear with anyone who has an interest in me that I am mutally interested in. I just wanna cuddle, watch movies, chill, laugh, take walks, maybe go out sometimes-type thing with you. I don't necessarily have to be your girl...but it needs to understand that we're "something" (again...a whole 'nother post). I gotta get these grades so I can make this money; when things start to slow down, then we can settle down, ya know? EVERYBODY IS BUSY (or should be), and if you ain't I can't deal! SORRY! This type of situation sets the tone and foundation for the rest of a pretty decent, if not beautiful courtship and possibly long term relationship. But maybe I'm just living in a damn fantasy world. But seems like I got a better grip on reality than some of these mofos...ANYWAYZ...
People need to learn how to love self, before they can love someone else. Case 1 does not fully love himself, because if he did, he'd have confidence in himself (something that I find attractive), and he would have BEEN told me that he liked me. Who knows (then) what would have happened? But his ways disgust me so badly today, that he has a snowy chance in hell that I'd see what's up with him. He's the main one that needs to chill the fuck out and take some self-help/love/discovery classes! DAMN!
Case 2 doesn't love himself either, because if he did, he'd know that he's worth a hell of a lot more that that bitch gives him credit for. He'd know that he has something to offer to a girl and that she obviously doesn't see it and therefore is not deserving of him. He'd know how to decipher real from fake and who is for and against him. A TRUE friend will tell you the mother fucking TRUTH...point...blank...period. And when it comes to guy friends I don't really feel anything is at stake so I let it all out. (With girls, it's different, shouldn't be but that's another post in itself).
I promise you I tear into Case 1's ass every chance I get, because he says some of the most stupid shit and THESE DAYS tries to justify it (weakly, but nonetheless). I don't buy it tho, bro. And I mean, I'm calling this brand of truth TOUGH LOVE...I love them niggas, but they are extremely foolish when it comes to matters of the heart. I don't want to see them hurt, but a lot of the pain and anguish they experience are brought on by bad decisions and choices on their part. Very rarely do they follow my advice...
Oh and recently Case 1 came to me with a success story (so I thought). He had actually taken my advice (so it seemed, but he took stuff I said and twisted it to fit his situation...he didn't actually do what I said). Ultimately things didn't work out, cuz the girl wasn't for him in the beginning. He can't blame it on me because he started dating chick a wk after meeting her....whatever...
Word to the wise: take time to get to know some of these girls before you start getting all excited or boosting up they're heads about what you can/will do for them. In the end, the time it takes for you to get to know them and figure them out will be well worth it when you have that "ultimate" prize on your arms" --this goes for ladies too!
And I'm out!
Posted by Shy at 12:35 PM 0 comments
Labels: Keepin it real
Monday, August 13, 2007
Black & on the Beach
So I took my vacation last week, and trust me, it was much needed! I only visited this blog once and I see I have some maintanence issues to tend to. *sigh* Although this vacation was much needed and deserved, I felt uncomfortable about 55% of the time I was there.
Now my family and I have journeyed to Orange Beach for 6+ years, and have lodged in the Phoenix properties for all but one of those years. Each year has in turn presented a new problem to me but with the same background. YT (whitie) don't want us there! But I'm forever like WTF?! That beach we go to is a public mother fuckin beach and no one has the right to THINK we're not supposed to be there. You can think that shit, but it ain't gone get you no where...
Anyway, Gulf Shores, and especially Orange Beach is full of people who don't like blacks. I mean, you should have seen the looks on their faces when my family showed up at a location they probably thought blacks would never be able to find or afford. Well, GOTCHA BITCH! We came in full effect (20+ deep) and stayed in those expensive ass condos for a whole 8 days...We all ain't on welfare, in jail, or dead!!! We work hard to do it big, and I know for a fact my family has worked their ass off to earn that damn vacation! We start saving for the next year's vacation right after getting back from the previous.
Man, when we got to POB II, we had YT folk staring, glaring, and gauking. Little YT kids were looking frightened...lookin like they were gonna piss their pants. My folks wanted to get loud and reckless right there, but I and a few others insisted that we ignore and avoid them all together. To no avail, however! And now I realize that running away from the problem would have been a cop-out and a waste of a perfectly good vacation. I was not about to stay locked up in 307 the whole trip.
Me, being non-confrontational, I stayed "in my place" until that fateful Tuesday night when one of them lil YT mother fuckers thought they was gonna get smart. Me and my two cousins were in the pool still swimming (the adults had already gone up to the condo). I was back-floating and next thing I know, I hear one of my cuz's go "OUCH!" I lift up immediately and I see my cousins looking up, so I do the same. Tell me why two lil YT boys are up on the top floor of the property, throwing shit down into the pool at us...YOU KNOW THEIR FOLKS WERE PROLLY UP THERE RAGGIN ON US (prolly since Sunday when we first got there)! It's at this point all hell in me broke the fuck loose. I was trying to keep my cool despite the looks and snide remarks, but damnit if that shit didn't send me over the edge!
I could tell the lil muhfuckas were young, probably between ages 7-9. I saw them looking content like, "Yeah we scared those niggers!". I rolled my eyes so hard I swear they could have rolled right out of my damn head! My cuz Chell (17) went on a cussing tyrade (all kinds of "fuck this and mother fuckin that") as I got my ass out the pool. The water wasn't cooling me down any more. I'm actually glad Chell cussed out loud for the YTs to hear, because I believe up to this point they felt like we were what...*gasp* scared of them or something? BITCH PLEASE! Once I started cussing it was all my cousins could do to stop me.
What really got me 38 hot was when I heard one of the lil mother fuckers say, "Ay YOU"...
First of all, bastard, my name ain't no damn "AY YOU", neither is that either of my cousins' names. GET OFF...leave the racism to your parents...and I WISH their folks would have started some shit. I would have made my way right up there to 812 and kicked some pale ass! When that fucker said, "AY you" I knew that he KNEW what he had done and that he was trying to egg the situation on further like the little jackass that he is.
So we (my cousins and I) are cussing and fussing amongst ourselves (my cuzs are still in the pool), when this nice white lady comes up and asks if we were having problems, and if someone had thrown something at us (she saw us looking up). We explained the situation to her and she seemed genuinely concerned. Her words were, "You shouldn't take that crap!" And by crap I assume she meant racism. But be for real lady, there's only so much we could have done. She insisted that we report the little bastards and we did (but I heard nothing else of the incident, whether they had been reprimanded or whatever). She was one of the few nice openminded people we met this year while in the area. We met these two lil white girls the day before and they were cool, but the last day we saw them, they acted like they didn't see or even know us... But I figure since another black family had arrived on that same Tuesday (we saw them last on Wednesday) the little girls probably felt we all looked the same and opted to save themselves the embarrassment by thinking the family was us.
But my case in point is that regardless of these people's feelings towards us being at "their" vacation spot, we paid our money to be there just like some of them did. We didn't win the trip and we ain't never been on no fuckin time share, so they can GET OFF!!! My fuckin money is green just like theirs and I can spend it just as well as any of them can! My mother fuckin blood is red JUST likes theirs, as well. Let my anatomy teacher (who is white) tell it, we are 99.9% THE SAME! The only difference (if you want to call it that) is the pigment and tone of our skin. And bitch, if you hate my skin color so much, why is it that half of these muhfuckas run to the sun or a tanning bed to GET LIKE ME??! HUH? And don't give me that shit about, "the sun is good for you" BULL SHIT! Some of y'all can't get enough, and it gives most of y'all skin cancer...where's the benefit in that?
Wise the fuck up and let go of this 1500s-1950s slave master mentality! Black folk done came up in the world and if that means that we'll be frequenting your lil precious beaches, then mother fucker, so be it. Get used to it and get over it! We'll be back, same time, same place. Mark your calanders so you can avoid us! :-P
Disclaimer: this post is not aimed at all white people in general, but the racist mother fuckers (patrons and condo staff) who frequented the Phoenix on the Bay II this past week. If you feel hurt or embarrassed by my words, please remember that they are just that...my words, thoughts, and opinions. If you don't like what I write, for future reference, I suggest you keep it moving...
--SHY
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Labels: Keepin it real, Racism is REAL, rants, venting
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Update on the "READ A BOOK" Situation
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Labels: Keepin it real, sit the fuck down
Friday, July 27, 2007
Shallow side of Me: What I Usually Look for In A Guy (physically)
1) Light-skinned boys (this is totally a preference and subject to change, cuz I honestly like them in ALL SHADES!) make me wanna drop my draws (lol, for real, but only the cute ones). And I haven't met too many UGLY light-skinned guys. I mean I know they're out there, but then again I don't know many light-skinned dudes to begin with. And the only reason a few of them might be ugly to me is if they're light and SHORT (something about that is not very attractive, imo, but I have made an exception in the past--only to get slighted! Darn those short, light muhfuccas [except you RM and GS]!!).
2) Average-to-tall height. This means they are taller than me (I'm 5'4), but no taller than 6'6. I can't do nothin over that, cuz I'm naturally drawn to "shorties" (5'6-5'8) anyway. But some tall dudes, like this one basketball player at school (WHOOO) do it for me!
3) Built or a little meat on the bones. I don't do obese, and I'm just keeping it real. I'm not completely in shape, and by a doctor's standards I may infact be "obese", but I look no where near it. If anything, I'm "thick" (size 10-12, and have a big bust), so that puts me around 140-155 mark...hate it or love it, baby girl got something to hold on to. But I really really love musuclar and toned "slim" dudes. I don't like meat-heads or bean poles (EWWWW). And I love "chubby" boys too, but you gotta carry that shit WELL, and have a CUTE face (no Sean Kingston). I'm really not that picky. If some of you saw who I find "attractive", you'd probably slap me and ask me am I blind. But sometimes personality wins them over for me!
4) Big hands and feet. I know that sounds funny and stereotypical, but I don't want to date someone whose feet are smaller than mine. I've been dealt a bad hand which included size 10 feet (snicker all you want muhfuccas). But my hands are small and dainty :-). Just please have appendages that are larger than mine, that's all I ask.
5) ALL OF YOUR TEETH!!! Nuff said
6) Good hair (as in waves, braids, or dreds) is very attractive to me. My friend EB has the cutest hair. When it grows it gets really curly, but when he cuts it, NATURAL WAVES appear. Not too much brushin fa my boo! Braids imo, are getting played the fucc out, especially on GROWN MEN! Take them shits down and get some twists or dreds. Worn correctly, I believe dreds and twists look more professional than braids, anyway! And I'd love to run my fingers through a guys hair...that shit is sexy, IMO!!!
7) Guys with a MEAN LIP GAME! It's not hard to find a black guy with big juicy, succulent lips...just make sure they stay that way, fellas! And lick them often, cuz that shit is a KILLER!! I promise!!
8) Pretty eyes. Everybody ain't blessed with hazels, greys, or even color contacts...so I label this as a plus.
There's this one guy that I KNOW fits every one of my criteria, including the eyes and naturally wavy hair...he's light skinned and JUST THE RIGHT HEIGHT!! But guess what ladies....
Naw, he's not gheigh (gay for slow folks)....
HE HAS A GIRL! HELL!!!! But man, he looked at me during Church this past Sunday, with those green-hazel eyes...and I MELTED! We were separated by my play-play "brother", and both asking him at the same time what Bible verse the pastor had just called out...WHOOO...I wanted to die!
SB...look me up if YOU EVER become interested. I'll drop everything and we can hook up and hang out! (LOL...) But yeah, I might be missing something, but oh well, who cares. Every guy is different, and where one is lacking in a certain area, he probably makes up for it in the others...
**AND THIS IS JUST APPEARANCE-WISE....
Cuz guess what folks, no matter what anybody says, you don't see somebody's PERSONALITY, VALUES, MORALS, OR BELIEFS FIRST...you see their outside. Whether or not you get to know them for who they are determines if they are beautiful, sexy, and attarctive to you on the inside as well. When I see someone and they're "fine"...yeah, that catches my attention...but can they keep it...cause looks alone, JUST WON'T DO!
And with that, I'm out (for now...) "Peace be still."
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Labels: About Me, Keepin it real, love, men
Thursday, July 26, 2007
READ A BOOK
You cannot be mad at the video,..you can only be mad at rappers who created this stereotype because without them this video would not have been possible. There are plenty of videos like this out there. Its all around us!.
All in all..This video is an exaggeration of how hip hop can be. Violence, constant profanites, alcoholism, womenizing, materialism and ignorance. Are we going to let this become the norm?..or will we let the big media kno we dont want to be portayed as people that encourage this? Hate it or love it...the video made its point.
The video was meant to shine a light on the contradictions we embrace as a community. The point was, " How unfortunate that the only way to infuse a message of substance in our culture is to wrap it in HO's, *27*es, and Rims. But we have created that. We have allowed it to permeate our televisions, our radio stations, and our children’s brains. Now if we want to teach them the alphabet we should line up some strippers, bend them over and spray paint it across their bouncing asses! OF COURSE, IT IS SATIRE. Let me define SATIRE for those who do not know what it means:
Satire: the use of wit, especially irony, sarcasm, and ridicule, to attack the vices and follies of humankind
People who are taught to be critical thinkers, understand subtext; understand what something is saying without them actually saying it, understand this point. The video wasn't for them it was FOR YOU! School teacher who doesn't even get it. The reason our kids listen to the current crap that exists on the radio is because we have failed to teach them CRITICAL THINKING skills. They don’t understand subtext. Which is why you can’t say I need Sexual Healing, like Marvin Gaye. You have to say, “I want to *8* you, On the Floor” like Akon or the following excerpt from the Number 4 song on Billboards HOT 100 “A BAY BAY:
She Trying To See Where Imma Be.You Gonna Let Me Get Up InYour Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Beyou gon let me get up in your mouthwell thats where imma beI Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights DatsWhere Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The HotelDone Fell Out In Da Dance FloorAnd Now I can't get upJs On Your Feet But You Cant Get TheseLouis Vatton brown White, And Yellowtrick pleaseIll Go To Saint Louis Let My Chain Hang LowCanary Yellow Diamonds Mixed Wit Rose GoldI Shine Real Bright In Da Light Because Im A Star8 Shots Of Patrons Now I'm Standin' on Da BarProbably Get Drunk as a skunkN put da keys in da wrong carAll Da Bad Chick Followin' Me
Now let’s ignore the fact that I haven’t seen English dialect like this since the first slave learned to write back in 1798, nevertheless, good sweet kind Hurricane Chris never curses but he has by the end of this song fellated the girl or several girls at the club, purchased a small home worth of jewelry (at a cost that the average LEGAL income does not allow for) and then proceeds to get very drunk and drive home in the WRONG CAR! BUT THANKS FOR NOT CUSSING CHRIS!!!!! Way to go!
PLEASE PEOPLE, teach your children. Teach them what satire means. Teach them to be people who are capable of ANALYZING THE WORLD THEY LIVE IN,THE VIDEOS THEY WATCH, THINK CRITICALLY ABOUT THEIR LIVES AND WHAT THEY ARE BEING TOLD TO BELIEVE ABOUT THEMSELVES, THEIR CULTURE, and THEIR COMMUNITY. Puppets only listen and don’t think. Stop raising puppets! And in the words of my favorite NOT A RAPPER. READ A BOOK, READ A BOOK, READ A FUTHAMUCKIN BOOK!!!
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