Think Pretty Smart

Consistent Predictability

I wrote a few posts ago how my friend said I'm consistent or something like that?  Then in the comments Friday I basically said that my behavior is such that even if I were to do some heaux shyt, nobody would really believe it because it doesn't align with that they've seen.  Were someone to accuse me of cursing someone out, that would be completely believable to the people who've known me in my teens and twenties. 

Around The Net

I've been scooting through the blog world and I've been inspired by posts, comments, and IM convos.  Here are my thoughts on several subjects.

If I had a 15 year old daughter who went to a concert and had back stage passes, would I care if she kept in contact with the low-level, not local, talent?  Not if they are also under age and don't live anywhere near me.  The fear of her sexting is the same fear I'd have with her being in contact with the boy who sits beside her in class.  Further, it's not like she can run off and visit the 'artist' in their home city or even go to a concert in their home city.  However, if I sheltered her and sent her to college, I'd be scared if she were in the same situation.  Being exposed to a semi-celebrity who is also a teen, is better than being shelter, going off to college and being exposed to a major star without my watchful eyes looking over her.  Plus, I'd have spyware on her phone and computer.  I'd have some shyt she doesn't even know I have.  I don't know why all parents don't invest a few dollars in spyware.  Kids can't be trusted.  My kid would think I was a psychic cus I'd know shyt and never tell them why.

Guest Blogger Ted Presents: Tiger Versus Pastor (Part 2)

Remember from yesterday, Ted is writing in regular text and I'm writing in BOLD ITALICS.  M'kay?  Let's do it!

So which home produces the better child?  You gave your answers yesterday. 

Ms. Smart is considering the effects of a sheltered home on the child.  Does it make them scared and/or less prepared for the real world? My take is that the Tiger Parent is the most conceited, arrogant person on Earth. They believe they have figured life out so perfectly that they mold their children to be nothing short of mini-me’s. That parent’s authoritarian style and dictatorial beliefs become the child’s inner monologue for his/her life. The Pastor, however, is the most hypocritical person on Earth. They will guide their children a very particular way that calls on a higher power, but do very little (aside from corporal punishment) to ensure their children abide by the lessons they’ve been taught. That “be still” time allows children to outsmart and critique their parents whereas Tiger kids are too busy doing mommy and daddy’s wishes to question them.

Guest Blogger Ted Presents: Tiger Versus Pastor (Part 1)

I asked Ted FOUR questions and he came up with damn near 900 words to answer them.  So I had to break it into two posts.  I get less writing this week.  And you get some pretty good writing from an old school fav--Ted, the wordy MF! Ted is writing in regular text and I'm writing in BOLD ITALICS.  M'kay?  Let's do it! 

The consensus amongst Black folks is that broken homes and lax parenting are prime contributors to the degenerative state of our youth and our families. As a result, we are also of the belief that more involved parenting is the main answer to what ails us. Listen to any black comic or socially networked commentator (e.g. you… yes, YOU), and “somebody needs to beat them kids” is one of the top three recommendations for the dealing with the unruly.

Socially Acceptable Prostitute

Ed Note:  Why didn't y'all tell me I made a lot of mistakes in this post?  I wrote it super late last night with one eye open.  I'm glad y'all read 'typo'.

This weekend, a tweet came across my time-line that said in less than 140 characters, what I have run into in the first half of 2011.

You want a socially acceptable prostitute (male of female) someone to service *your needs* when you want it with little regard for them.

@sondjata

This came right on time.  I copied it, shared it with friends, AND put in the notes section of one of the contacts in my phone.  But it was most useful when I explained to my father how a situation he heard about earlier in the year had gone sour.  It's NOT my job to tell someone they are coming off this way.  I try to get far away from that person--especially if it's someone who is trying ot 'bed' me.  That person is dangerous to me.

Guest Blogger Ted Presents: The Key Word

As the title indicates, this is a guest post by Ted Noblog, of the great northeastern Nobloggers.  I'll add my bits in in bold italics, m'kay?

 

There are two topics that people who read blogs always lie about when they
comment: sex and credit. At first glance, it would seem that this is so because
people don’t want folks all up in their biz. But if that were the case, Facebook
wouldn’t be starting at a $100 billion IPO. The REAL reason is that people don’t
want to be judged for having made bad decisions. Blogging and commenting are
about judgING, not being judGED.  Sheeit.  I made a string of bad decisions all up and through 2011.  Matter of fact *looks for phone* I'mma make a bad decision right now!  And if people I didn't make bad decisions with and about didn't have access to the blog, I'd be far more open with my foolery.

Observe, Complain, Discuss, Solve, Rinse & Repeat

KaNisa, Ted NoBlog, SoJo and I were having a discussion on the twitter.  It started out innocently enough.  Someone made a comment about the Ques being in town next week.  The conversation spun off into how the members of our organizations behave in public.  Before I go on, I am specifically talking about members of BGLO's--not the Black community as a whole.  Members of BGLO's are supposed to be above average in everything--or at least strive to be.  I am also not talking about whether they have a place in the world anymore, are elitist, etc.  I'm not talking about AJ crossing either.  Go it?  Good!

But He Likes The Crazy

I saw some crazy shyt pop off this weekend.  Crazy as an outsider looking in.  I was unknowingly an accessory to the whole shyt.  But I won't tell you HER story.  I'll tell you a story about my own brand of crazy. 

*insert wavy lines*

Check Me Later

I've had such a busy weekend that I don't have time to write anything.  I have lots of topics on hand but I just don't have the time to put anything down.

Oh but answer me this:  Is co-ed shopping an intimate event?  Like, shoping with someone of the opposite sex for clothing, furniture, cars, etc.  Does the item even matter?

References

My mom and I were having a discussion about the pledge that some candidates were signing, about to sign, etc.  My mother got her information from some Black radio station that got it all wrong.  She was loud, angry, and mad about something nobody ever wrote, pledged, or publicly said.  I looked up the exact quote, read it to her.  She was still undone.

"Slavery had a disastrous impact on African-American families, yet sadly a child born into slavery in 1860 was more likely to be raised by his mother and father in a two-parent household than was an African-American baby born after the election of the USA's first African-American President."

Handsome Black

I have had a crazy busy week.  I'm writing this on Wednesday between commitments.  That said, I've actually had a great time and gotten, or will have by Monday, a chance to interact with damn near all of my favorite local people.  :-)

I'm here waiting on someone I've known since he was 11 or 12.  When he walks in to meet me, I bet any on-lookers won't see a Black man.  They'll see a young white man coming to meet me.  We'll be familiar in a non-sexual way.  Nobody will make a deal of our appearing to be different races.  You hear a lot about the plight of light women and dark women.  You hear a bit about darker skinned men being profiled as being either super secksy or barbaric criminals.  But little attention is given to the plight of the beige man.

I speak as an authority on beige men.  'Insert joke here'

Nursed Back To Health

I got home from a LONG day today.  I hadn't slept at all for the two nights before.  I was driving through VA damn near falling asleep at each light.  I get home to check my mail and there was the sweetest hand-written note from my girl, my LS, that I've known since college. ,O_o <--Thug tears!

I recently found out I have another inconvenient, not life threatening illness.  It's bullshyt!  So I got to thinking--cus that's what I do.  If I were to get really sick or need to be shuttled back and forth to the doctor could I depend on certain people?  Then I thought about all my friend did for my other friend, his wife, when she got sick.  That's love because a lot of people men, end up cheating on ill wives and just being assholes.

Lobster Fit

I was minding my business in the grocery store on Sunday.  Puttering along trying to figure out what I would eat for the week.  When I walked in I noticed a complete family shopping.  The two kids couldn't have been been more than 6 because they were in those car thingies carts.  The only thing I really noticed at first was that the husband/daddy was super short and I hoped the boys' mom had tall genes.  Yeah I ain't about shyt...

What Year Is It?

I have been warning folks about the slave labor taking place in prisons.  Prisoners are working jobs, not paying child support, or for living expenses.  They are getting paid very little, if anything at all.  Meanwhile folks think prisons are just for storing the people we don't want to live beside.  Oh but they are so much more.  Yes, boys and girls, there's a downside to our increased prison population.  Here's a hint:  We're no safer!  Don't believe me?

Check THIS out.

And Then It Got Real

I've been sitting on this for a minute because the person who it happened to occasionally reads blogs.  I think enough time has passed AND I blocked his IP addesses.  Plus, we've since made up after the falling out we had over this.  He texted, "You were right." last night.  We actually caught up over text and y'all know how much I hate conversations over text.  But he was in the airport so...

Ms. Ross

I've heard it reported that Diana Ross prefers to be called Ms. Ross.  I've heard it reported that her 'people' makes the people who work with her aware that they are expected to call her Ms. Ross.  I have heard it reported that Ms. Ross is too big for her britches.

Slangin'

I watched Crime Inc, the other night and dammit if every time I watch that show, I have a 'fug school' moment.  I feel like there are so many illegal things I would do, and be successful at doing, if not for my paralyzing fear of jail, Diabla, and jail issued panties. 

Good As You Want To Be

I have a couple frociates who call upon me for my lady opinion. Last night one called with some really-really ridiculous shyt. Some little girl, cus I do believe she’s 12, is tryna run game on him. I’m offended. First, her game is so lower case ‘g’. Second, with it being so weak, I take it as an insult to his intellect…And by forced extension, an insult of my intelligence.