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If you were born 1984 or later, then you have probably stayed up late to watch BET Uncut back in the day. Before the internet, and before everything was buckwild and free, BET Uncut was the closest thing you were going to get to porn. Unedited grainy ass music videos were everything around the late 1990’s-early 2000’s and many are very happy to hear that BET Uncut is officially making it’s return.
With how graphic the media is today I don’t know if BET Uncut will have the same taboo impact it had on me during my childhood (these kids today done seen it all), but in honor of BET Uncut making a comeback I will like to present my…
Top Three Throwback “Uncut” Videos Continue reading
Raise your hand if you love “Pokemon”…
I don’t. Continue reading
What happens to your way of life when you start to get old?
I’m not talking about the brand new crop of health issues, or about Medicare and social security. I am talking about how do you come to suddenly have those seemingly new old person mannerisms?
I cannot express how much reality television means to me. It gets me through the good and the bad, and I have been relying on it as much as I rely on eyeliner, because I look approximately 12 years old without it. Reality television is one of the worlds guiltiest pleasures (that’s right the world, everyone is going down with me); I particularly care for the trash type of reality television.
Any show that involves women arguing in every episode tickles my fancy.
This type of television is a solace to me for many reasons; one being that it makes me feel good about myself. Seeing women act a fool and to not be one of them makes me feel as good as Nene Leakes thinks she looks.
I also love reality television because it serves as a release from dealing with some seriously heavy shit.
There are heavy times right now and instead of going crazy from the mayhem that is the blatant racism going on in our own backyards; reality TV is keeping me sane. It’s nothing wrong with having a release as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Reality TV happens to be mine. In times like this especially, we all need a reason to laugh to keep from fucking shit up. If we are constantly focused on the bad we will be in despair causing tempers to flair and aiding in the destruction that we are all sick of.
Sometimes we need mindless, sometimes we need stupidity, sometimes we need some emptiness just to remind us that while we laugh, it’s not all bad.
Women are faced with the most ridiculous double standards. Some I can deal with, some I cannot.
Having sex with a plethora of people equals “Ho”….Acceptable for safety reasons
Frowned upon for abandoning your child…Acceptable because it’s harder to abandon a thing that lived inside of you. I guess.
But one double standard I cannot accept is that women have to look pretty for damn near forever, but have to be okay with their men being out of shape ug-mugs.
Women are always looked at with fault for letting themselves go when meanwhile fat husband and pretty wife (at least a high 6) is seen as the norm in most sitcoms and in general life.
I know that the woman is supposed to be the pretty one in the relationship, but do women really have to accept men looking like Carl Winslow while the men expect women to look like booty models?This is an unspoken rule, but it happens and I’m tired of it.
The first thing out of a man’s mouth when a woman does not get into shape quick enough after childbirth is that she let herself go. But when a man packs on numerous pounds for no reason at all or is even a little ugly in the face no one ever questions him. It is perfectly fine for him to be a butterball, no definition having slug of a man and expect you to be bad forever.
Why is nobody is ever disappointed in men for not looking like Tyson Beckford?
Men get yourself in shape for your women.
Go to the gym.
Go run outside.
Go ride a bike.
Do something to give you a place to criticize her if she’s not looking her best.
Don’t expect this:When you look like this: You can’t be regular money Jay-Z and expect a Beyonce. Even rich Jay-Z shouldn’t expect Beyonce, he better count his blessings.
If you are at work I want you to slowly reach into your pocket. Take your time.
Slowly feel around in your pocket until you feel yourself in your hands. After you have found yourself slowly start to caress, but be inconspicuous, because remember you’re at work and god forbid you get caught.
When it feels right, take out your phone and… Continue reading
What is it that happens with women when they hit a certain age that immediately makes them dislike younger women?
I recall on one of my terrible ass retail jobs always having a token woman who couldn’t stand me. It always was an older woman who felt like it was her place to make an example out of me for breathing or whatever she was mad at me for.
This display of pure disdain from older women did not stop at jobs, it carried over into day to day life as well. I still get looks of disgust from older women and I’m not even a spring chicken anymore. I walk down the street and still get looked up and down with this perturbed face from Auntie or even get the little nice-nasty shade of some old biddy calling me sweety and hun’, but in that weird tone where its not affectionate at all. Bitch, I can hear the hate in your voice.
My question is why are Aunties, as I affectionately call them, so mad? Continue reading
Someone once said “never trust a person who has never worked in retail.” After 10 years of working in retail I now KNOW that this is true. In order to be a productive member of society everyone should have to work in retail at some point in their life. It should honestly be a right of passage, because you learn so much about the dealings of this fucked up world and it’s fucked up people. Continue reading
I cannot wait until my Louisiana trip so I can meet this fine jewel named Natasha Brown. She is smart, she is cunning and after reading her story I am inspired. Continue reading
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