Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Birthday/Christmas List (by request of NICOLE)

Because Nicole has NO idea what I want for my birthday or Christmas, I'm making this list to give her options (LOL!). Both "holidays" are relatively close (December 6 and December 25), and, since roughly 2002, the weeks around these two dates are so jam-packed with school and work obligations that I never have time to plan anything for myself. And thus, here is my wish list:

1) Adult Swim in a Box: absolutely fantastical!




2) Black Amethyst Body Wash, etc. : I <3 this stuff....as do men :)




3) Carol's Daughter "Recipe for Smooth and Shiny Hair": Smell the Black Vanilla first and ask questions later...if you know me, you know that I'm a little obsessed with my hair. Perfect gift, lol :)



4) Itty, bitty purse Bible: I'm tired of lugging my 10-pound Black Jesus study bible to church and Bible study. Help a sister out!



5) Any Christmas movie or set...especially this one, lol:



6) I absolutely LOVE this collection, but I don't own it: Langston Hughes's "Ask Your Mama: 12 Moods for Jazz" (1961)



7) Any kind of funky jewelry, especially nose rings or earrings: Time to dress my head up now; the hair is gone!


If all of this seems unreasonable, wine is also great. Or you can chip in for my next month of asthma medications. Happy holidays. And happy birthday to me :)

Friday, November 20, 2009

Um...Relax.




Since I was trusted to handle small non-digestible objects by my parents all of 25 years ago, I've been a huge Barbie enthusiast. German Barbie never did it for me, but Christie was my girl! Me and her, and eventually Kyra, the east Asian Barbie buddy, became best pals. I never looked at them in all of their size 0, waist-length maned, perfect-skinned glamor and thought any less of myself. Now, with the generation of children witnessing Oscar the Grouch being relegated to a recycle bin and "Veggie Monster" (not our cookie-craving chum) raiding the local garden, there's the complaint that black Barbies are too European featured--their hair too straight, their noses too narrow, etc...things that African American P.C. police have come up with to launch attack on America's beloved lady doll. So now, Mattel responds with this:

http://www.racewire.org/archives/2009/11/barbie.html

Now....the fact that this doll comes with a straightening iron could be a problem. But I feel that black women (and women in general) get a little too riled up on the issue of Barbie. While there is complaint about how black Barbies were just Barbies painted brown, I never had a problem these brown plastic women (aside ...from the fact that all her clothing fit strange) because they looked like someone I'd seen before. For example, the picture they include of "Colored Francine" from 1963 resembles my grandmother's style when I see old pics of her (slim, long straight hair (always too fine for a 'Fro), brown, narrow facial features, etc)

With the complaint for fuller hair and features, black Barbie opponents amongst women of color are failing, as well, to realize that we are all diverse, with varying hair preferences, hair textures, and bone structures. It is due time for a dark and lovely doll with some beautifully curly hair (oh but that's been done by Mattel--Shani, 1990s--I had that doll; did you?), but I don't see why Christie has to go to the wayside because she's not "black enough".

And as a matter of fact, scratch that point about the straightener being a problem. Nowhere in the ad, I'm sure, does it say "Straighten Grace/Trichelle's hair so she can be beautiful/get a job!". It is a CHOICE; she can stay "natural" if the girl who adopts her wants too. That's pretty forward thinking to recognize the VARIETY of beauty present in the black community. I'm done lol

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

On the subject of stupidity....

Some time ago, I realized that I would never accept any woman who chose to attach herself to my either of my brothers, including my dog. I've been all the wiser for it.

I've even told him verbatim, "Don't bring any of these women around me unless you put a ring on their finger (left-hand, fourth digit)." I meant that sh-- like I've never meant anything else. And I mean everything I say. Unapologetically.

And with that, to the sleazy and easy women of DontDateM-----T----.blogspot.com, I warn specifically of two things: 1) Get some self-respect/self-confidence and accept YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY for foolishness and lack of concern for your own well being, and 2) stop being a groupie sl--.

From Columbus to Ann Arbor to Muskegon, from 1998 to the present date, I mean this with the depths of my soul. My brother is a musician, he has the gift of gab (yes), and he's intelligent and charming and ...etc, whatever you all see in him before you decide that he's come to save your wack a--es. Do realize that, of no excuses, he's also a touring performer, he's a young man with the world ahead of him--a world that includes many different women (including some of you all in the past)--that gives him the opportunity to run freely until he feels it suiting to slow down and pick a life partner. If he didn't choose you, go back in line and wait for the next man picking, since you don't know how to go for self, appreciate your own worth, and find someone who will respect you.

As my boyfriend (as in actual and 6 years and counting--not imagined...or one-night stand...or constant obsession, as some of you all have experienced according to your little blog) stated once, it is time for you ladies to "Get the red mushroom and grow the f--k up". I shouldn't have even heard about your little blog, nor should I have lowered myself to addressing your internet tirades and petty jealousies. I can list names of all of you, but I won't; that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it? Actually, yes, for me; reading your stories and knowing the SOURCE(S) of all of this bunk, you've done enough to embarrass yourselves ;)

With this said, please get a job. Find a hobby. Keep your legs closed. Stop googling him and his lady. And stop googling me for my email....I'm a hacker; I KNOW when I've been searched hacked or "included".

And leave my brother to find his own happiness while you hopefully find your own. Being a vindictive b---- can grow to suck, I imagine.

Peace be with you.