He and I have been frociates for YEARS. We were catching up recently and he told me about how a woman baked him cookies. This was the first time a woman had ever done something like this for him. He's damned near 40.
For years I have watched his dating life. I've watched him choose women who would be nothing more than a burden and never an asset. But I didn't think he was unhappy. After all, he was choosing those women or being receptive to their advances. Just because those aren't situations I'd want to be in, doesn't mean he was unhappy in them. Ya know?
White people, I want you to read this entry carefully. And then ask yourself if you've ever done anything like this. And if you have, please don't do it again. We (As in most minorities, but not in the Al Sharpton 'We should boycott Comedy Central' kinda way.) do not like it.
The first story Kori told was about herself. She'd been working on a project with a few other people and they'd been exchanging ideas via e-mail. Kori sent an e-mail saying that she would rather discuss the issue offline. This put a halt to all discussions. Nobody said anything to her for the rest of the day. Next day rolls around and she was chatting with a co-worker. Let's call him John. John's a white guy around our age. Kori asked John if her e-mail came off harsh and if now she was labeled an angry Black woman. Sweet mother of all things to cause general guffaw. This John guy responds, "You're Black? I mean I knew you were West Indian but I didn't know that meant you were Black...I mean I was thinking maybe Hispanic, but Black? No."
I was unhappy to discover that I no longer get Washington DC stations. All I get is Baltimore news. Comcast made the switch when I wasn't paying attention. That shyt isn't the real local news. I'ont even fug with Baltimore socially (PG County for that matter). I've always felt the Bmore news was lacking. The people weren't as polished. The local players had no national influence and the shyt is usually just sad. What ever happened to the human interest story?
Yesterday, since we have no walls at work (we don't have cubes), we had a brief discussion about what is a fair use of scholarship money. I can almost see the argument from both sides. But let me hear/read what y'all think. David (not race specific name) is poor. Her gets a scholarship to play a sport. He gets a full ride to school. He gets to campus and after his first year, he finds out that he doesn't have to live in the dorms. The summer before his sophomore year, he decides to move off campus. Remember, David is poor. Therefore, he just happens to qualify for low-income housing. And you know what? He uses it.
My mother has a saying about gossip that I'm about to share and mess up...
"It's hard to run with a bucket of water. So if someone tells you about something somebody else said about you, trust they were talking too. You can't run with a full bucket and not get wet."
My mother stays making shyt up. But I got the point she was trying to make--even in sixth grade. Basically, people are ALWAYS going to have something to say. Fine. But be careful with the person who runs back to you with words they claim someone else said (carrying a bucket full of water). I've had several people lately who were eager to tell me what someone else had said about me. I pish-poshed them all. Aside from the fact that I don't care, I find it strange that any grown up would be eager to pass along 'ugly' information. More than that, I doubt the people trying to tell me what other people said about me were just sitting there silent. AND, if they believe bringing negative stuff back to me is being a friend, a friend would have stepped into the conversation and spoke favorably about me and left it at that.
I don't have kids. As a former kid and casual observer of parents, it seems to me that parents (those who were smart enough to think through having kids), should consider the world as it is (not as they want it to be), the child's birth order, and interests when raising them.
Why raise kids for the world we want to exist? Are we doing them a disservice? The lady in the first video asks these questions with emphasis on capitalism. She says, "Yes!" I can't say she is wrong thought.
Whenever I hear someone bad-mouthing a former love interest or bed buddy, I feel a bit weird. The way I see it, the person must have had some redeeming qualities or else the speaker would be crazy to have been with them--right? Usually when things are over, folks focus on the ugliness they saw in the other person. And that's all well and good. But if you ever hear me bad-mouthing an ex on a person level, offering intimate deets, slap me. Slap me and remind me that if he's so low-down, I'm either low-down too or stupid for dealing with someone who has nary a'redeeming quality.
(This goes with old jobs too. Yeah you may have hated it. But you had to have learned something. Even if you learned to smile at people when you really wanted to stab them with a dull number two pencil Beyond Scared Straight style!)
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So nobody was gonna tell me the comments weren't working? Anyway, they're fixed now--no thanks to y'all.
I had a conversation recently about strippers. I wouldn't have ever been one--even when my whole being was quarter tight. However, I have no problem with the clubs. What I do have a problem with is being a regular pole dancer being a girl's life goal. I question the world view of a young woman who chooses to do that when student loan money is so readily available. I've known my share of strippers. I remember a friend telling me that a chick I knew was stripping at The Penthouse (The House). My response, "Well is she any good?" She turned away from the life. If you met her, her husband, and kids today, you wouldn't know she ever did that for a living. Her life really was P.layer's C.lu.b. She really was in college and needed the money. She really wasn't hardened by her brief time in that lifestyle.
Once upon a time, I loved there was this dude. The whole thing was so long ago that I can't exactly remember when things were good. I remember the night we met. I remember the first time he sang to me. But mostly I remember how things ended--eventually. I remember one night he asked me if it was possible that one person could love two people equally--especially if the two people were so different. As the conversation went on, he told me that he loved me and HER the same exact amount. I was devastated.
Today, I have nothing. I'll be heading to the HU/Morehouse game on Saturday, doing 'something' on Friday, and kicking it with my peeps on Sunday. Sunday is 9/11. Has it been 10 years? Fug. I'm going to continue to avoid all 9/11 information on TV and the internet.
Allow me to interrupt the previously scheduled post to talk about THIS. The state where I spent 12 years has been the latest to sign a welfare limit, sorta. This one is a four year limit on cash benefits. Theoretically, it's a great idea. But what happens to the people kicked off when there are no jobs for them to go and get?
Gilda Jacobs of the Michigan League for Human Services said she expects about 41,000 people to lose their cash assistance payments on Oct. 1 when the state's new budget year begins. That includes 29,700 children, according to the Michigan Department of Human Services.
I'm not going to put it out here exactly what happened. But think--Lifetime Movie of the Week. Learning the news was definitely a low point in my weekend. Not to mention I pretty much knew I'd run into her *eyeroll* in public so I knew I'd be challenged to not act a complete monkey. Other than that, there was lots of good news and good times. But it got me to thinking...Who would play me if this was a Lifetime movie. I'd be the snarky friend who knew something was up when I couldn't get in touch with my girl. I'd be the one gathering the friends and making the police investigate. I'd go to the house and spray that stuff that makes bodily fluids glow in the dark all over it if I had to! Yep! Cus that's the kind of friend I am. But who would play me?
I have a couple of things I intend to write about. *writes them down on a sticky note so I don't forget* But what's up with y'all? Any big plans? Any topics you're dying to discuss? No? Alrighty then! Have a wonderful weekend.
I love the Millionaire Matchmaker. The show is hilarious to me. Much of what Patty says applies to men and women no matter their bank account. Anyway, I have a questions for you guys...
A couple plans to adopt a baby. They have a set up where the mother of the unborn child got to choose who she'd allow to adopt her child. The mother and the adopting parents are all white. The father isn't in the picture. The adoption goes through. the couple goes away with the baby.
