Showing posts with label HNH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HNH. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Your Personal Portfolio
Like 99% of adults in the world I have a Facebook account. I use mine to post pictures occasionally, or witty status updates, and the rest is used for remembering birthdays. I log onto Facebook everyday and check the birthdays and if it's your birthday and I don’t want to wish you a happy birthday I unfriend you. I figure if I don't want to at least send you 2 words every 12 months we’re not really friends. I logged on one day to go through my daily purge attempt and I read a Facebook status from someone I had gone to school with that was basically a list of demands that this woman wanted out of any potential suitors. She had a laundry list of things that she wanted from her next boyfriend and I didn't even bother reading it. I just removed her from my friend list because I felt like she was going down the wrong path. Instead of having demands she should have been highlighting her characteristics that would make a man want to date her. And that is where I think a lot of the problem lies nowadays.
To me getting into a relationship is 50% dateable characteristics and 50% marketing. If you’re single you have to ask yourself "What are my dateable characteristics?" This means what do I have to offer to a potential mate that would entice this person to want to stay with me. This could include anything from being ambitious, good looks (albeit temporarily), wealth, fame, personality, sense of humor, etc. There are a ton of different characteristics which could be used to distinguish yourself from any number of other potential suitors, and that’s where marketing comes in. You have to be able to take all of your dateable characteristics and present them in an attractive package to let people of the opposite sex know that you’re available. No, this doesn't mean being revealing or overtly sexual. Sexuality shouldn't even be anywhere on the list of dateable characteristics, because you’re not a prostitute. You’re a complex human being who should have some other traits or skills or traits that would entice someone to be with you.
When I refer to marketing I’m talking about creating what they refer to as an elevator pitch. I was watching some cheesy TV show the other day that had 2 women basically speed dating 20-30 men and each man had 10 seconds to give a line or two about why they should advance to the next round. In essence, that’s what dating is. First impressions go a long way in life and dating is no different. You should be able to summarize the high points of your dateable characteristics in a form of elevator pitch, in order to get more time to win over the person that you’re communicating with. Time is the most precious resource on earth, and there’s nothing I hate more than feeling like my time has been wasted. The question is why do you deserve my time? And the answer to that lies in your dateable characteristics.
The part a lot of people neglect when creating their personal marketing is that the best marketing campaigns are rooted in truth. It’s great if you can create that attractive package that will have people interested in your product but is your package 100% truthful and honest and objective? If not, you will have a hard time keeping people interested in your product. In the business world this is referred to as a bait-and-switch, in which it leaves the customer feeling cheated. In this instance you would be cheating yourself, out of potentially finding that mate. There’s nothing wrong with being objective with yourself and pointing out your flaws only if you’re trying to improve them. Ask yourself "Am I where I want to be job wise? Income wise? Status wise?" Instead of feeling down on yourself identify some ways you can improve on yourself, and slowly but surely work to improve those dateable characteristics. This will help two-fold. It will take your mind off of being single and at the same time improve your marketing package for the next time you need to make that elevator pitch to someone.
Dating is just like every other transaction we know of today. It involves an exchange of resources by two parties. The dating transaction revolves around meeting someone and exchanging time with them, and if it goes well you two will at some point merge companies and share all of your time together. You have to present yourself as worthy of the merger, and that’s where marketing and dateable characteristics come into play.
3 Sides To A Story
Yesterday was such an unexpected day. I had 100% of my meetings go well today, which never happens. I ordered something different for lunch for a change, and after work I met up with a friend to watch the Brazil/Germany World Cup game. I had a strong feeling that Brazil would lose, but I had no clue it would end in a 7-1 traveshamockery. The bar was full of people there to watch the game, all deciding whether they should leave or stay around and watch the gluttony, except for one couple. I guess that added to the unexpectedness of my day.
The couple in front of my friend and I were a man, probably in his late 40's/early 50's and a woman, probably in her late 20's/early 30's. The man was wearing a wedding band on his left ring finger and the woman wasn't. The game was from 4-6pm EST and they showed up separately halfway through the game and began ordering stiff liquor drinks. They both started out facing the TV, pretending to be interested in the game, but by the time my friend and I left shortly before the end of the game they were turned almost at a 45 degree angle facing each other, with her feet on his chair and her hand on his knee. Their body language made it seem like this was one of the first few times they had hung out like this, but you could obviously tell that there was something more than plain friendship occurring here. I turned to my friend to see if he was witnessing this as well or if I was just going crazy and he said he noticed. They were literally the only people in the entire bar drinking liquor drinks, and since I've been there before I know just how strong they can be. If they wanted to hang out and get drunk together, why not go to a Happy Hour? Or, wait until later in the evening like most normal people to get shit-housed. The only reason to get hammered at 5pm on a Tuesday is because you have someone else to go home to, and that just isn't cool with me.
I don't understand cheating at all. I've never messed around on someone I was in a committed monogamous relationship with. It infuriates me at times knowing all of the vagina I've turned down in order to remain faithful, because I know from firsthand experience how much women love a man in a committed monogamous relationship. There are 2 parts about cheating that I just don't understand at all. The first is why would a person remain in a relationship that he or she is obviously not happy in? Every relationship has ups and downs and people will have various ranges of happiness, but if you truly love that person you love everything about that person. Why would you violate that bond just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure? The second is why would someone knowingly have sex with someone they know is in a committed monogamous relationship? If you don't know or if the person misleads you that's understandable, but if you know the person is married or seeing someone why put yourself through that? Do you not value yourself more than that? Do you think they will leave the other person for you? Or is that the best you think you deserve?
I have a friend that met a coworker and they exchanged a few messages back and forth. She had hit him up with "Good morning" texts the past few days, and now she asked if he wanted to grab dinner sometime this week. She has a boyfriend and didn't hide the fact that she was with someone, yet she is still running what appears to be the dating version of the basketball full court press on my friend. He asked my opinions on the matter and I told him that ultimately he has to make that decision for himself, but I told him the karma might not be something he's ready for. I'm all about trying to put positive energy out into the universe in hopes that something positive will be returned to me. And quite frankly, there are too many single women out here to be wining and dining someone that already has a boyfriend. Everyone just wants to be loved and be with someone that makes them happy and I realize that everyone's situation is different. I guess sometimes you just have to get it how you live.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Eye of the Beholder
The value of a naked woman diminishes everyday unless the woman monetizes it. Before you jump all down my throat let me explain myself. When I was a kid I remember having to put in legitimate effort to see a naked woman. I remember having to manipulate search engines to bypass restrictions and filters. I remember having to stay up late at night and watch scrambled softcore porn quietly so no one knew what I was doing. I remember when the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition was a big thing, because it didn’t carry the same stigma as Playboy or other magazines of that category. Nowadays the Swimsuit Edition comes and goes without as much as a peep, and that’s because the value of a naked woman has diminished so much.
I was listening to Raheem DeVaughn’s most recent album “A Place Called Love Land” and I was struggling trying to decide my thoughts on the album. It’s a pretty enjoyable album, but the music I was listening to felt so strange and I didn’t know why at first. Then I realized it: it was pure R&B music. There are no rap breakdowns. There are no songs about sipping lean with strippers. The only feature is legendary jazz musician Boney James. How did we get to the point where singing songs that didn’t degrade women became the exception and not the norm?
I’m sure all of you have heard of the social media platform Vine, but if not I’ll give a quick synopsis of it for you. Vine is basically a stop-motion camera app where users can upload videos that are 7 seconds or under. There are some pretty dumb vines, there are some ones that are absolutely hilarious, and now I’m realizing there are a lot of videos that feature a ton of nudity. I know that Instagram, YouTube and Facebook have rules in their terms and conditions that don’t allow anything graphic in nature, but apparently no such restriction exists for Vine. As a result in a matter of seconds you can find everything from young women (of possibly illegal ages) disrobing all the way to 7 second clips of people going to Pound Town. With so much nudity at your fingertips it loses the sacredness, the taboo nature, the redeeming factor of having to search for it.
I can’t help but wonder if somehow the decline of relationships is related to the diminishing value of a naked woman. This has nothing to do with strip clubs or prostitution either, as those two establishments have been in existence since the beginning of time. Even with those things at our disposal there wasn’t anywhere near the gender inequality that we have today, even with women being able to do more occupationally than ever before. I’m referring to the seemingly omnipresence of nudity everywhere I turn. It’s almost like with each celebrity sextape we’re less and less surprised. Miley Cyrus goes out of her way to be “ratchet” and it’s almost like we collectively yawn at her attempts to be risqué. Is the term risqué even viable anymore when shows like Teen Mom air on basic cable? How did it get this way? What happened in our society that led to this diminishing of value? How did it reach a point where sending SMS nude images became a requirement for all new relationships? How did it reach a point where it’s not enough to be intimate with someone? It’s almost a rite of passage to record the intimate encounter and share it with as many people as possible via the World Wide Web.
It seems that the diminishing value has coincided with a lack of privacy, decency and tact in regards to a number of topics. Is this from specific factors or just a byproduct of our society striving to become as open as possible? To be honest I don’t have an answer to any of the questions I posed in this article, and that’s the point. The answers can’t come from me and be passed down like the monarch of some kingdom. The answers must come from within our society. We have to take a reflective look at how we’ve allowed ourselves to reach this point of banality, and decide if we’re okay with the downward spiral that we’re currently on or whether we need to adjust course. That won’t happen in a day, in a week, in a month, in a year, but people will need to decide if it happens and then strive to restore the value of women in our society. That is of course unless you enjoy Basketball Wives of LA, then I apologize for wasting your time reading this.
I was listening to Raheem DeVaughn’s most recent album “A Place Called Love Land” and I was struggling trying to decide my thoughts on the album. It’s a pretty enjoyable album, but the music I was listening to felt so strange and I didn’t know why at first. Then I realized it: it was pure R&B music. There are no rap breakdowns. There are no songs about sipping lean with strippers. The only feature is legendary jazz musician Boney James. How did we get to the point where singing songs that didn’t degrade women became the exception and not the norm?
I’m sure all of you have heard of the social media platform Vine, but if not I’ll give a quick synopsis of it for you. Vine is basically a stop-motion camera app where users can upload videos that are 7 seconds or under. There are some pretty dumb vines, there are some ones that are absolutely hilarious, and now I’m realizing there are a lot of videos that feature a ton of nudity. I know that Instagram, YouTube and Facebook have rules in their terms and conditions that don’t allow anything graphic in nature, but apparently no such restriction exists for Vine. As a result in a matter of seconds you can find everything from young women (of possibly illegal ages) disrobing all the way to 7 second clips of people going to Pound Town. With so much nudity at your fingertips it loses the sacredness, the taboo nature, the redeeming factor of having to search for it.
I can’t help but wonder if somehow the decline of relationships is related to the diminishing value of a naked woman. This has nothing to do with strip clubs or prostitution either, as those two establishments have been in existence since the beginning of time. Even with those things at our disposal there wasn’t anywhere near the gender inequality that we have today, even with women being able to do more occupationally than ever before. I’m referring to the seemingly omnipresence of nudity everywhere I turn. It’s almost like with each celebrity sextape we’re less and less surprised. Miley Cyrus goes out of her way to be “ratchet” and it’s almost like we collectively yawn at her attempts to be risqué. Is the term risqué even viable anymore when shows like Teen Mom air on basic cable? How did it get this way? What happened in our society that led to this diminishing of value? How did it reach a point where sending SMS nude images became a requirement for all new relationships? How did it reach a point where it’s not enough to be intimate with someone? It’s almost a rite of passage to record the intimate encounter and share it with as many people as possible via the World Wide Web.
It seems that the diminishing value has coincided with a lack of privacy, decency and tact in regards to a number of topics. Is this from specific factors or just a byproduct of our society striving to become as open as possible? To be honest I don’t have an answer to any of the questions I posed in this article, and that’s the point. The answers can’t come from me and be passed down like the monarch of some kingdom. The answers must come from within our society. We have to take a reflective look at how we’ve allowed ourselves to reach this point of banality, and decide if we’re okay with the downward spiral that we’re currently on or whether we need to adjust course. That won’t happen in a day, in a week, in a month, in a year, but people will need to decide if it happens and then strive to restore the value of women in our society. That is of course unless you enjoy Basketball Wives of LA, then I apologize for wasting your time reading this.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
My Free Will
I just discovered that I’ve been in love with Sam Smith songs for the past year, but I just didn’t know who Sam Smith was. Well, with the release of his debut album “In The Lonely Hour” I felt that I knew more about Smith, almost on a personal level as well. In this interview with Fader he spoke about the album coming from a very dark place where he was going through unrequited love with a man. Yes that’s correct: a man. Whereas Frank Ocean was very cryptic about maybe kinda sorta loving a man once during the buildup to the release of his “Channel Orange” album Smith almost takes pride in being open about his views on sexuality, and he’s correct in that this wouldn’t matter nearly as much if he was heterosexual.
Smith’s interviews and listening to the album, which I love by the way, made me come face to face with two things that I felt I needed to speak on. The first is that Smith’s album is the first time I’ve encountered an openly gay man struggling to find a partner. I have gay friends, and it seems they have a seemingly endless supply of new men whenever they want a relationship or just some physical sexual gratification. There are gay clubs, gay dating apps, gay associations, all seemingly with the purpose of pairing men looking for interactions with other men of a romantic nature. As a heterosexual male, the ease with which they are able to make these connections was always something I admired, and was envious of. If only going to a bar to find a woman was that simple for heterosexual men, I think the world would be an entirely different place. Smith seems to share what I’ve experienced personally, in terms of the dichotomy of having someone you want that you can’t have while having someone available that you don’t want, for various reasons.
Which brings me to the second item I needed to speak on: unrequited love fucking sucks. Point blank period. One of the lowest points in my life was when my ex-girlfriend told me “I will always love you but we’re too incompatible for us to continue in this relationship.” There’s a certain vulnerability that comes along with being in love, and opening yourself up to someone, and to have that be rejected by another human being is devastating. This has happened to me recently enough where I’m torn between missing my ex, missing human interaction, and simultaneously trying to recreate Ty$ songs. I feel as though my heart is in a pretzel with my mind in a sling. There are obvious voids in my life that will only fill with time and the appropriate changes in my routine. Whether these routine changes involve personal hobbies or meeting someone new, adaptation is a key part of any life and mine is no different. There’s no clear-cut solution to that feeling, and that’s what makes love so special. When you finally do meet that person that you want to spend the rest of forever with, you’ll know it.
And I’ve told you now.
Smith’s interviews and listening to the album, which I love by the way, made me come face to face with two things that I felt I needed to speak on. The first is that Smith’s album is the first time I’ve encountered an openly gay man struggling to find a partner. I have gay friends, and it seems they have a seemingly endless supply of new men whenever they want a relationship or just some physical sexual gratification. There are gay clubs, gay dating apps, gay associations, all seemingly with the purpose of pairing men looking for interactions with other men of a romantic nature. As a heterosexual male, the ease with which they are able to make these connections was always something I admired, and was envious of. If only going to a bar to find a woman was that simple for heterosexual men, I think the world would be an entirely different place. Smith seems to share what I’ve experienced personally, in terms of the dichotomy of having someone you want that you can’t have while having someone available that you don’t want, for various reasons.
Which brings me to the second item I needed to speak on: unrequited love fucking sucks. Point blank period. One of the lowest points in my life was when my ex-girlfriend told me “I will always love you but we’re too incompatible for us to continue in this relationship.” There’s a certain vulnerability that comes along with being in love, and opening yourself up to someone, and to have that be rejected by another human being is devastating. This has happened to me recently enough where I’m torn between missing my ex, missing human interaction, and simultaneously trying to recreate Ty$ songs. I feel as though my heart is in a pretzel with my mind in a sling. There are obvious voids in my life that will only fill with time and the appropriate changes in my routine. Whether these routine changes involve personal hobbies or meeting someone new, adaptation is a key part of any life and mine is no different. There’s no clear-cut solution to that feeling, and that’s what makes love so special. When you finally do meet that person that you want to spend the rest of forever with, you’ll know it.
And I’ve told you now.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Super Bass
This video rubs me the wrong way and for some reason I can't put my finger on it.
If I was a father and I had a daughter and she was elementary school age I wouldn't let her listen to Nicki Minaj man. Why these girls even know that song well enough to put that routine together? It's not cute when your 7-year-old is singing Nicki Minaj songs. Just like its not cute when little kids use profanity. Kids are the future man. And it's not going to help the future if kids are aspiring to be Nicki Minaj.
Do kids know what Minaj in her name is referring to? They can't possibly. Or do they? Does that little girl singing on the Ellen show know that she wants to be Nicki Threesome when she grows up?
Sure, "Super Bass" is a radio friendly, poppy enough song. But Nicki Minaj got a catalog of shit kids shouldn't be listening to. I wonder if that girl's parents let her listen to the Nicki Minaj verse on Big Sean's "Ass" remix. I bet the parents were looking at their little girl singing a Nicki Minaj song like "She's so talented. She's gonna be famous one day." That's how kids get exploited. Parents having them doing shit they have no business doing because they look "cute".
Seriously, the kids these days are fucked. They don't stand a chance man.
Kids in elementary school having sex, singing explicit rap songs, creating Facebook accounts, having cell phones. Why can't kids just be kids? Innocent, naive, little kids. They shouldn't even be allowed to do those other things.
It might be the 21st century, but the qualities of a good parent haven't changed. People gotta start raising their kids right. I don't have any kids that I know about and I'm in no rush to have any kids. But I wanna make sure they get raised right man. My kids should be worried about playing around outside, getting dirty, and cooties. Not worrying about their Facebook profile picture. If you got a kid in the third grade taking bathroom mirror pictures to update their Facebook profile picture, you fail at being a parent. Facebook is a safe-haven for debauchery for adults. I couldn't even imagine being a child with that at my finger tips.
This whole thing got me feeling deterred man. Kids ain't kids no more. They just young lost souls with no guidance. Nobody guiding these kids. And if they are guiding the kids, they guiding them down the wrong paths.
When I was growing up, I had my dad and my older brother around to let me know if i was fucking up. They didn't try to be my best friend. They were my role models. There's a HUGE fucking difference. You don't gotta act like your child's best friend to teach them the difference between right and wrong. Matter fact, there should be some shit that you don't disclose with your parents. That's what makes the parental bond sacred. There's supposed to be some shit that I can't discuss with my parents until I hit a certain age, or if I do discuss it, its with kid gloves. You shouldn't be talking to your mom about this chick that sucked you off behind the bleachers, or the handjob you got. You shouldn't be talking to your dad about girls giving you hickeys & if you do, your dad should be like "Leave them fast ass girls alone".
I just realized there are no more "fast ass girls" anymore these days. All the kids are sex-deprived superfreaks with camera phones. Nowadays it's not "Do you like me? Yes or No". It's "What's your number? I'ma text you a nekked picture". Kids at 10-11 years old taking pictures in their underwear and sending them to their friends. Like I said man, no guidance.
Kids listening to Nicki Minaj on the radio, watch Basketball Wives on TV WHERE NONE OF THEM ARE EVEN MARRIED. Kids can Google sextapes, porn, play Mature video games. They have Twitter accounts. They can watch "16 & Pregnant" on TV. At some point yall gotta stop expecting school teachers and TV and your favorite rapper to be parenting these kids. It's not a school teachers job to parent a kid. Not everyone needs to be a parent either.
Nicki Minaj is a grown ass woman, with bills to pay, who does what she needs to do to provide for herself and her family. Not Nicki Minaj, or no other person in the entire music industry or sports world, has the responsibility of raising your kids. If your kid does something stupid, you can't blame Lil Wayne. You need to blame your dumbass self for being a poor parent.
Just because you're old enough to get an erection or old enough to have your period doesn't mean you should be a parent. I respect people that get abortions, or put kids up for adoption. If you ain't ready to be a parent, it's simple. DONT BE A PARENT. There are MILLIONS of people who wish they could have kids but can't. And if you can't raise them the right way, give them away.
Know how many gay and lesbian couples are living financially comfortable but physical can't have kids? Let them adopt from unfit parents. Who gives a shit if you have two moms or two dads. If you would have a better chance at being raised right, they need to go with that setup. I'm just fucking tired of seeing kids do dumb shit because parents aren't being parents. This ain't about your work schedule either. If you working 2-3 jobs you can still be a parent. Or foster some type of environment to where your children are being guided properly. Some kids can be raised properly with one parent. Some need more role models. Whatever you gotta do, do it man.
Shit like this just makes me realize that so much of what we entertain and put effort in is meaningless. If it ain't improving my life, or the life of the next generation, then why even do it?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Handcuffs On Ya Mama
It's sad that someone would enter into a relationship with someone they don't see themselves having a future with just to pass the time. In that scenario, someone isn't being honest with the other and false expectations are presented. Which ain't cool. If you can't be honest with that person about what you mean to each other & where you see this whole thing playing out, what your life like?
I had a situation where I let her know from the jump that we were just friends. Nothing less, nothing more. She ended up catching feelings, which is understandable, but we're still cool to this day because we were both honest with each other I don't feel any sense of leading her on, just for sex. We both were upfront about our physical needs.
I don't know man. I just feel like I'm past the stages of lying just to get the pussy. What you won't do, another one will. Oh, I'll tell the small lie every now and then. Sometimes you gotta embellish with the best of them. But I'm too honest to run game. I like to look people in the eye and be 1000% honest with them. That way I don't feel bad about anything that I say.
I told a friend this past weekend that she's the manliest woman I've ever met in my entire life, and that it's really comforting. She took offense, of course, but when she figured out I wasn't joking and was being dead serious, we joked about it and moved forward.
I'm the person that if you need an honest opinion about a situation that you see unfolding in front of you, you can go to. I've hurt a lot of feelings with being honest but hurt feelings are temporary. Deception, & the feeling of being deceived, lasts a lifetime.
I remember I was talking to this one chick and she told me that we needed to fall back because she was "grieving after a loss". She told me she was grieving in May and hasn't hit me up since. That sure is a lot of grieving. Can't keep a real nigga like me down though. Better to get deceived now than down the road.
If I'm done with a person, I have to let them know. I thrive on getting closure. But that's just me. Not everyone takes the hard way out. Not everyone is mature enough to tell the other person "You could do so much better than me and we're just not ready for this right now".
Sometimes, that's just the way that the cookie crumbles. But that's why they sell cookies in packs. Some will always inevitably fuck up. If you bought one big ass cookie from like Subway and that shit fucked up, you'd probably demand a refund on the spot. Enough said.
I'm the oldest almost 24-year-old you will ever meet in your life.
I had a situation where I let her know from the jump that we were just friends. Nothing less, nothing more. She ended up catching feelings, which is understandable, but we're still cool to this day because we were both honest with each other I don't feel any sense of leading her on, just for sex. We both were upfront about our physical needs.
I don't know man. I just feel like I'm past the stages of lying just to get the pussy. What you won't do, another one will. Oh, I'll tell the small lie every now and then. Sometimes you gotta embellish with the best of them. But I'm too honest to run game. I like to look people in the eye and be 1000% honest with them. That way I don't feel bad about anything that I say.
I told a friend this past weekend that she's the manliest woman I've ever met in my entire life, and that it's really comforting. She took offense, of course, but when she figured out I wasn't joking and was being dead serious, we joked about it and moved forward.
I'm the person that if you need an honest opinion about a situation that you see unfolding in front of you, you can go to. I've hurt a lot of feelings with being honest but hurt feelings are temporary. Deception, & the feeling of being deceived, lasts a lifetime.
I remember I was talking to this one chick and she told me that we needed to fall back because she was "grieving after a loss". She told me she was grieving in May and hasn't hit me up since. That sure is a lot of grieving. Can't keep a real nigga like me down though. Better to get deceived now than down the road.
If I'm done with a person, I have to let them know. I thrive on getting closure. But that's just me. Not everyone takes the hard way out. Not everyone is mature enough to tell the other person "You could do so much better than me and we're just not ready for this right now".
Sometimes, that's just the way that the cookie crumbles. But that's why they sell cookies in packs. Some will always inevitably fuck up. If you bought one big ass cookie from like Subway and that shit fucked up, you'd probably demand a refund on the spot. Enough said.
I'm the oldest almost 24-year-old you will ever meet in your life.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Acoustic Rap
There is absolutely nothing more hilarious than an acoustic version of a rap song. Preferably an explicit rap song about sexual relations, or cheating, or various other vulgar topics. I stumbled across the first video recently, and that reminded me to post the other two vids. Enjoy.
Waka Flocka Flame - "No Hands"
David Banner - "Play"
Riskay - "Smell Yo Dick"
*Instances like these, I don't even mind them using the n-word. That's how hilarious these videos are. Only in these instances. Or instances such as this.
Waka Flocka Flame - "No Hands"
David Banner - "Play"
Riskay - "Smell Yo Dick"
*Instances like these, I don't even mind them using the n-word. That's how hilarious these videos are. Only in these instances. Or instances such as this.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Hide Your Kids
I blame a certain person for bringing this foolishness across my timeline on Twitter.
I came across this link. Yes, that's a female who is using her Twitter account to advertise her business as an escort. She is using the same social medium used by musicians to promote their work and politicans to promote their social platform to promote her line of work.
I literally have no words to describe this, or her actual website where she advertises her rates, or the Twitvid videos of her actually participating in explicit sex acts. All I can do right now is use this as a platform to stress that we need to choose wisely what we promote and what we don't promote.
I think the saddest part of this whole situation is that she doesn't see anything wrong with the situation. In fact, she takes pride in the fact that she can charge fees for what others are doing for free. Almost like an informal expose' into the mind of a woman who is able to separate her emotions from the act of sex to where it is strictly a tool for self-promotion and profit. Kinda sad when you think about it.
I'm gonna end this before I began a trademark rant because I know it wouldn't end well and I would probably say something that I regret. I'll just say HNH and cue the 2Pac:
I came across this link. Yes, that's a female who is using her Twitter account to advertise her business as an escort. She is using the same social medium used by musicians to promote their work and politicans to promote their social platform to promote her line of work.
I literally have no words to describe this, or her actual website where she advertises her rates, or the Twitvid videos of her actually participating in explicit sex acts. All I can do right now is use this as a platform to stress that we need to choose wisely what we promote and what we don't promote.
I think the saddest part of this whole situation is that she doesn't see anything wrong with the situation. In fact, she takes pride in the fact that she can charge fees for what others are doing for free. Almost like an informal expose' into the mind of a woman who is able to separate her emotions from the act of sex to where it is strictly a tool for self-promotion and profit. Kinda sad when you think about it.
I'm gonna end this before I began a trademark rant because I know it wouldn't end well and I would probably say something that I regret. I'll just say HNH and cue the 2Pac:
Gotta Let It Burn
I won't go to in depth in this blog as to the motivating factors for this post. I'll just say HNH.
Anyways, here are some of my favorite songs by R&B singers discussing a certain topic. The theme should be pretty obvious.
Usher - "Let It Burn"
Ryan Leslie - "Never Gonna Break Up"
Lauryn Hill - "Ex-Factor"
Mayer Hawthorne - "Strange Arrangement"
Maxwell - "Changed"
Carl Thomas - "I Wish"
Craig David - "Let Her Go"
Anyways, here are some of my favorite songs by R&B singers discussing a certain topic. The theme should be pretty obvious.
Usher - "Let It Burn"
Ryan Leslie - "Never Gonna Break Up"
Lauryn Hill - "Ex-Factor"
Mayer Hawthorne - "Strange Arrangement"
Maxwell - "Changed"
Carl Thomas - "I Wish"
Craig David - "Let Her Go"
Dr Jekyll
Growing up as a kid, my dad taught me to be a gentleman to ladies. Pulling out chairs, opening doors, offering them my jacket while we're out in the elements, etc. My mom, on the other hand, taught me that not every woman is a lady. Only a certain portion of humans with ovaries are worthy of that kind of treatment. But to the naked eye, it's almost impossible to distinguish between the two. And this is due to the complicated nature that females carry themselves. Nothing is straightforward with them. Everything is either a contest, or a challenge, or a test, or just downright deception.
I came across this video the other day. About "the friend zone".*
This video pretty much summed up the problem I've run into a lot recently. I enjoy expressing my emotions for females that I'm a attracted to. I don't open up to many people, but once I have deemed you worthy of my innermost feelings, I become an open book. But I've noticed that whenever I let my guard down and show my nice guy side, that moves me from the potential suitor category to the friend zone. It's almost like women only want someone who will do them dirty and play with their emotions until they are no longer able to attract those types of men. Then they want the nice guy with the stable lifestyle and personality to come in and pick up the broken pieces of her heart and Gorilla Glue them shits back together.
The big problem I have with this situation is that most females aren't honest in what they desire. They seem to have a problem admitting what exactly they are looking for in a mate. This dishonesty rubs me the wrong way. Don't tell me you want this, when all your actions illustrate that you really desire this. If you want a man to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and send sweet text messages, that's cool. If you want a man to treat you like toilet paper, that's cool too. Just be honest with yourself and allow me the time and ability to gauge your situation at face value.
Not too long ago, I asked an associate to describe me and she replied that I was an "aggressive, opinionated, shy nerd". She felt that the shy nerd part was really me but I also displayed a lot of the aggressiveness and opinionatedness, which came across as assholeness. I couldn't tell her at the time, but I came into the game as the shy nerd. That's who I am. Being a product of my surroundings and seeing what works and what doesn't, I had to add a little bit of an edge to my appearance. The game is truly survival of the fittest, and it seems like only the alpha male wins. If I want to attract and keep a female's attention, I have to treat her like shit. Just the facts of life. So even though I may be thinking about you at random times or whatnot, you wouldn't know that. Because this is probably my ringtone for you.
Because it's like that. And that's the way it is.
*By the way, there are tons of dope Xtranormal videos out there. Check em out when you get a chance.
I came across this video the other day. About "the friend zone".*
This video pretty much summed up the problem I've run into a lot recently. I enjoy expressing my emotions for females that I'm a attracted to. I don't open up to many people, but once I have deemed you worthy of my innermost feelings, I become an open book. But I've noticed that whenever I let my guard down and show my nice guy side, that moves me from the potential suitor category to the friend zone. It's almost like women only want someone who will do them dirty and play with their emotions until they are no longer able to attract those types of men. Then they want the nice guy with the stable lifestyle and personality to come in and pick up the broken pieces of her heart and Gorilla Glue them shits back together.
The big problem I have with this situation is that most females aren't honest in what they desire. They seem to have a problem admitting what exactly they are looking for in a mate. This dishonesty rubs me the wrong way. Don't tell me you want this, when all your actions illustrate that you really desire this. If you want a man to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and send sweet text messages, that's cool. If you want a man to treat you like toilet paper, that's cool too. Just be honest with yourself and allow me the time and ability to gauge your situation at face value.
Not too long ago, I asked an associate to describe me and she replied that I was an "aggressive, opinionated, shy nerd". She felt that the shy nerd part was really me but I also displayed a lot of the aggressiveness and opinionatedness, which came across as assholeness. I couldn't tell her at the time, but I came into the game as the shy nerd. That's who I am. Being a product of my surroundings and seeing what works and what doesn't, I had to add a little bit of an edge to my appearance. The game is truly survival of the fittest, and it seems like only the alpha male wins. If I want to attract and keep a female's attention, I have to treat her like shit. Just the facts of life. So even though I may be thinking about you at random times or whatnot, you wouldn't know that. Because this is probably my ringtone for you.
Because it's like that. And that's the way it is.
*By the way, there are tons of dope Xtranormal videos out there. Check em out when you get a chance.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Three Sides of a Story
I checked my Twitter account the other day and someone sent this video to me with the message "This sounds like something you would Twitter rant about". Obviously, with a tagline like that, I have to check it out. Here's the video for yourself.
It was weird to me because maybe two days prior I received this video:
So in the span of two days, I basically was forced to come face to face with my biggest gripes with reality right now. Which are 1) Women hold the sexual power and set the standards for how men act and treat them, and 2) They are picking the wrong dudes. Sounds pretty simple at first, until you realize that everything in our society simply encourages this behavior, rather than chastise and denounce those who do.
For example, somewhere right now, there's a rapper making a music video about fucking hoes, popping bottles, living the good life, driving 30 whips. Granted, this is dude's first music video ever and he hasn't seen a dime from the music industry, but yeah he can afford all this. Actually, he has to pay for it all because no one's gonna just be nice to someone who looks like this guy.
Granted, NORE of CNN isn't a new rapper, but I chose that picture for the simple fact that he has a Newport iced-out chain hanging around his neck. And instead of calling him a complete idiot for doing that, some woman will still sleep with him. He's probably "balls deep" as I'm typing this blogpost. But I've digressed.
Women hold all of the power sexually. They decide what hoops a man has to jump through, if any, to win their most-prized asset. However, if a woman isn't taught self-love, she will continue to just settle for anything she can get. Men, being hunters due to their DNA*, they pick up on what they need to do to capture their prey. If that means acting like the 6th unofficial member of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, so be it. If that means acting like Steve Urkel, so be it. The bottom line is that men will do whatever it takes to get them laid, until it doesn't work anymore.
I will say the biggest problem I have with the conclusion that I've reached is that women don't realize the error of their ways until after its too late. Then when they've been chewed up and spit out, 2 kids later, when no good man wants them, they want to revert to "Niggas ain't shit" logic. I'm not even going to entertain that in this blogpost. I just wanted to point that out.
It just pains me that we never hear anything about the successful marriages, and about real love. Only the negatives. Life isn't always a rap music video, and it's not always a romantic comedy either. Life moves at its own pace and follows it's own storyline. But if only one storyline gets put on TV, that's all people will see. Impressionable people at that, who hold onto every word and tweet like it was found in a burning bush. As long as people take information from nonreputable sources, we have a long uphill battle to face if we desire our youth to be upstanding citizens in society. Better grab a Snickers now.
*Whether you want to discuss nature vs nurture at this point is actually irrelevant
It was weird to me because maybe two days prior I received this video:
So in the span of two days, I basically was forced to come face to face with my biggest gripes with reality right now. Which are 1) Women hold the sexual power and set the standards for how men act and treat them, and 2) They are picking the wrong dudes. Sounds pretty simple at first, until you realize that everything in our society simply encourages this behavior, rather than chastise and denounce those who do.
For example, somewhere right now, there's a rapper making a music video about fucking hoes, popping bottles, living the good life, driving 30 whips. Granted, this is dude's first music video ever and he hasn't seen a dime from the music industry, but yeah he can afford all this. Actually, he has to pay for it all because no one's gonna just be nice to someone who looks like this guy.
Granted, NORE of CNN isn't a new rapper, but I chose that picture for the simple fact that he has a Newport iced-out chain hanging around his neck. And instead of calling him a complete idiot for doing that, some woman will still sleep with him. He's probably "balls deep" as I'm typing this blogpost. But I've digressed.
Women hold all of the power sexually. They decide what hoops a man has to jump through, if any, to win their most-prized asset. However, if a woman isn't taught self-love, she will continue to just settle for anything she can get. Men, being hunters due to their DNA*, they pick up on what they need to do to capture their prey. If that means acting like the 6th unofficial member of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, so be it. If that means acting like Steve Urkel, so be it. The bottom line is that men will do whatever it takes to get them laid, until it doesn't work anymore.
I will say the biggest problem I have with the conclusion that I've reached is that women don't realize the error of their ways until after its too late. Then when they've been chewed up and spit out, 2 kids later, when no good man wants them, they want to revert to "Niggas ain't shit" logic. I'm not even going to entertain that in this blogpost. I just wanted to point that out.
It just pains me that we never hear anything about the successful marriages, and about real love. Only the negatives. Life isn't always a rap music video, and it's not always a romantic comedy either. Life moves at its own pace and follows it's own storyline. But if only one storyline gets put on TV, that's all people will see. Impressionable people at that, who hold onto every word and tweet like it was found in a burning bush. As long as people take information from nonreputable sources, we have a long uphill battle to face if we desire our youth to be upstanding citizens in society. Better grab a Snickers now.
*Whether you want to discuss nature vs nurture at this point is actually irrelevant
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Just One of Those Days
Every now and then I will start tweeting about something I see happening and I just begin a stream-of-consciousness style rant about it. Some of them come out as well-formed thoughts, and I've always considered Twitter to be a mini-blog of sorts. This is my first attempt at turning those tweets into a blog post. Here they are, un-edited. Depending on how this goes, and depending on my tweeting, there may be more of these in the future.
Basically as an introduction, this is about the "friend zone", males/females claiming to be platonic friends, and people who have a hard time expressing honestly what they look for in a relationship. Enjoy.
I'm tired of niggas taking this "friends with a female" shit too far. Making me look crazy when I tell a chick "I just wanna fuck"
Sure, after we fuck, some doors may open for you. But I ain't fitna be doing oil changes and shit for nothing.
I refuse to be the shoulder that you cry on unless I'm also the dick that you ride on. It's a two way street.
Anytime a man and a woman are "just friends", one of them is trying to passive-aggressively fuck.
This nigga thinks if he changes enough light bulbs or plays daddy to her kid enough she'll let him stick the tip in. That's not how it works
No one knows how you truly feel about them unless you come out and say that shit. Beating around the bush only works for gardeners.
I have no problem telling a female "Listen, I just wanna fuck." I don't have a problem using that exact language either.
At least that prevents the time wasted where we're both in a scenario where we're lying to ourselves about the situation
To me, time is the most precious thing on Earth. Time is an even more precious resource than pussy. And I don't waste either.
I'd love to hear someone tell me a situation where being the handyman led to them getting some pussy. Anyone.
The only thing being a chick's handyman will get for you is stronger forearm muscles for when you go beat off at night.
I think that's why I get along so well with older women/cougars/MILFs. Honesty goes a long way with someone who knows what they want in life
Bottom line is, if you send all the "friend" signals don't get mad when another nigga is blowing her back out at night. It will happen.
I think I'm done ranting. If you like what I say, cool. If not, cool. Me and my dick will continue to be on the same page.
If you're more worried about what a woman thinks than about your own needs as a man, you don't deserve to have a penis
I think too many people are afraid of the word "fuck". You're not going to be making love with everyone. It's cool.
Every man is not going to be your knight in shining armor, and every woman is not wifey material. But penis + vagina = both of us happy.
Would you rather a guy lie to you and tell you all this bullshit, only to break your heart in the end?
I think I'm too honest for chicks my age. They don't like it when I break it down to them that life isn't a romantic comedy
There's absolutely no way you can misunderstand what I'm saying. But you can hear what you want to hear.
Basically as an introduction, this is about the "friend zone", males/females claiming to be platonic friends, and people who have a hard time expressing honestly what they look for in a relationship. Enjoy.
I'm tired of niggas taking this "friends with a female" shit too far. Making me look crazy when I tell a chick "I just wanna fuck"
Sure, after we fuck, some doors may open for you. But I ain't fitna be doing oil changes and shit for nothing.
I refuse to be the shoulder that you cry on unless I'm also the dick that you ride on. It's a two way street.
Anytime a man and a woman are "just friends", one of them is trying to passive-aggressively fuck.
This nigga thinks if he changes enough light bulbs or plays daddy to her kid enough she'll let him stick the tip in. That's not how it works
No one knows how you truly feel about them unless you come out and say that shit. Beating around the bush only works for gardeners.
I have no problem telling a female "Listen, I just wanna fuck." I don't have a problem using that exact language either.
At least that prevents the time wasted where we're both in a scenario where we're lying to ourselves about the situation
To me, time is the most precious thing on Earth. Time is an even more precious resource than pussy. And I don't waste either.
I'd love to hear someone tell me a situation where being the handyman led to them getting some pussy. Anyone.
The only thing being a chick's handyman will get for you is stronger forearm muscles for when you go beat off at night.
I think that's why I get along so well with older women/cougars/MILFs. Honesty goes a long way with someone who knows what they want in life
Bottom line is, if you send all the "friend" signals don't get mad when another nigga is blowing her back out at night. It will happen.
I think I'm done ranting. If you like what I say, cool. If not, cool. Me and my dick will continue to be on the same page.
If you're more worried about what a woman thinks than about your own needs as a man, you don't deserve to have a penis
I think too many people are afraid of the word "fuck". You're not going to be making love with everyone. It's cool.
Every man is not going to be your knight in shining armor, and every woman is not wifey material. But penis + vagina = both of us happy.
Would you rather a guy lie to you and tell you all this bullshit, only to break your heart in the end?
I think I'm too honest for chicks my age. They don't like it when I break it down to them that life isn't a romantic comedy
There's absolutely no way you can misunderstand what I'm saying. But you can hear what you want to hear.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
12 Play Intermission
Back in the day I used to say "Can I get with you today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to say "Do you mind if we spend a little time?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to walk up to the girls. I'd say "Can I rock your world?"
And they told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
And I used to say "Can I knock your boots today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
But now that I'm all that. You see they used to call me wack
But now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
You see they used to call me stank, but now I'm walking to the bank
And now they tell me "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
I asked 'em time and time again, but now they see me driving in my Benz
And now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to say "Do you mind if we spend a little time?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
I used to walk up to the girls. I'd say "Can I rock your world?"
And they told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
And I used to say "Can I knock your boots today?"
And you told me "No Robert. No way. No how. Not today"
But now that I'm all that. You see they used to call me wack
But now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
You see they used to call me stank, but now I'm walking to the bank
And now they tell me "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
I asked 'em time and time again, but now they see me driving in my Benz
And now they say "Yes Robert. Come on. Right now. You go boy"
Off Your Rocker
You should know by now how the good folks here at CWHL feel about nonsense situations. We’ve touched on HNH here in detail. Well, I stumbled across this song and video the other day which left me beyond moved.
It’s about a guy getting with a girl, only to find out her ex is crazier than this guy:
And this guy
combined.
Sure, the whole crazy ex bit seems funny, but it left a different thought with me. I always wondered when was the point in relationships when people became that crazy significant other or the crazy ex. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m very transparent with my feelings and how I carry myself. If I was crazy, you would know it the very first time you met me. There was no transitional period, or no optical illusion when dealing with me. What you see is what you get. I also feel it’s the same way with most people. People seem to pick and choose what they want to see these days. And that’s where HNH comes into play.
Living in Atlanta, there are a huge number of single mothers down here. I don’t have any statistics to back it up, so I won’t try to, but it’s a crazy amount. And when I talk to these females, they always tell me how their child’s father is a deadbeat, or is crazy. Which leads to my follow-up question: “Did he rape you?” If the answer is no, then all my sympathy goes out the window. If you chose to let this deadbeat or crazy dude into your vaginal walls without the use of contraception, there are consequences that come along with that. Namely kids.
How hard is it for females to use better judgment when choosing their sexual partners? I’m willing to bet this no-good, crazy or deadbeat person that you had sexual relations with was no-good or a deadbeat the first moment you met him. You may not have found out the first minute you spoke to him, but I’m guessing there was a probationary period where it became painfully obvious. And you still chose to go along with it. I mean, love is blind, but come on now.
The other alternative scenario is for a one-night stand, in which literally the first impression is the only impression. That’s a whole different kind of HNH though. That could be a separate article whenever I get around to writing it. But I’ll just say this. Don’t let a guy jump straight from high school to the pros and become a #1 draft pick for your love. You may think you’re getting this guy.
When you end up with this guy.
The choice is yours.
It’s about a guy getting with a girl, only to find out her ex is crazier than this guy:
And this guy
combined.
Sure, the whole crazy ex bit seems funny, but it left a different thought with me. I always wondered when was the point in relationships when people became that crazy significant other or the crazy ex. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m very transparent with my feelings and how I carry myself. If I was crazy, you would know it the very first time you met me. There was no transitional period, or no optical illusion when dealing with me. What you see is what you get. I also feel it’s the same way with most people. People seem to pick and choose what they want to see these days. And that’s where HNH comes into play.
Living in Atlanta, there are a huge number of single mothers down here. I don’t have any statistics to back it up, so I won’t try to, but it’s a crazy amount. And when I talk to these females, they always tell me how their child’s father is a deadbeat, or is crazy. Which leads to my follow-up question: “Did he rape you?” If the answer is no, then all my sympathy goes out the window. If you chose to let this deadbeat or crazy dude into your vaginal walls without the use of contraception, there are consequences that come along with that. Namely kids.
How hard is it for females to use better judgment when choosing their sexual partners? I’m willing to bet this no-good, crazy or deadbeat person that you had sexual relations with was no-good or a deadbeat the first moment you met him. You may not have found out the first minute you spoke to him, but I’m guessing there was a probationary period where it became painfully obvious. And you still chose to go along with it. I mean, love is blind, but come on now.
The other alternative scenario is for a one-night stand, in which literally the first impression is the only impression. That’s a whole different kind of HNH though. That could be a separate article whenever I get around to writing it. But I’ll just say this. Don’t let a guy jump straight from high school to the pros and become a #1 draft pick for your love. You may think you’re getting this guy.
When you end up with this guy.
The choice is yours.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Balls In Your Mouth
Sometimes, posts don't really need descrptions. All I need to tell you guys is that I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a band. And one of their songs they've created is entitled "Balls In Your Mouth". And I happened to recently get my hands on a copy of the song. And it brought back crazy sentimental memories for me. Even though this will definitely be your first time hearing this record, check it. Yeah.
DSX - "Balls In Your Mouth
06 Balls In Your Mouth by cahicks2
P.S.
I couldn't include this without linking to the Tea Bag anthem.
Tea Bag Boys - Tea Bag [NEW]
Uploaded by PeteRock. - See the latest featured music videos.
DSX - "Balls In Your Mouth
06 Balls In Your Mouth by cahicks2
P.S.
I couldn't include this without linking to the Tea Bag anthem.
Tea Bag Boys - Tea Bag [NEW]
Uploaded by PeteRock. - See the latest featured music videos.
Monday, August 16, 2010
There Can Be Only One
One of my favorite shows growing up was "Highlander". Whether it was the movies, the animated TV show, or the TV series, it was amazing. There were always these fight scenes and then the main character would go "There Can Be Only One", then proceed to do his finishing move*. Anyway, me and my brother and my cousins would all joke around whenever we did something cool like "There can be only one." It was the most gangstaest saying you could ever use to punctuate a action. No one can top the Highlander line.
I was reading this article that Stefan sent me earlier. It was about sites that post the best looking college professors in the nation. Yes, you read that right. People submit candid photos - I hope no action shots - of who they think are hot profs, then people vote on them using the trusty - rate on a 1-10 scale** - and the winners are posted. Some teachers find out about their rankings, others don't.
Because people don't know when to leave good enough alone, someone decided to conduct a study on that research. I'll spare you having to read the abstract or thesis paper on the subject, but one of the main points of the article was a female professor from a school in California who makes her looks her priority. She says, and I quote:
"When I have to teach the heavy stuff about race," she told the Chronicle, "I make sure my hair is done, my outfit is cute. I know it's going to be a difficult conversation for students, and if I have a cute dress on, it becomes easier to talk about race and prejudice."
Yeah, because that's just what Dr. King had in mind when he gave his "I Have A Dream" speech.
Anyway, the article links to Ms. Utley's personal(?) professional(?) website. I'm no collegiate scholar, and I don't pretend to be, but I can imagine that posting what sounds like the music from the menu screen of a Tyler Perry movie isn't very professional. She describes herself as an "expert in hip hop, race, and love relationships". Isn't that what Terri McMillan proclaimed herself to be? We all remember how that turned out.
Stella got her groove back, and while she was out her Taye Diggs was busy trying on her clothes and walking around in her pumps. Yeah.
Ms. Utley's website lists her as an author of a book that comes in 2012. I'm not gonna even comment on that, that's just too easy. Matter of fact, everything about this chick is a joke. I refuse to take anyone seriously who uses sex appeal to ease race talks and is on the advisory board of the Yale Anthology of Rap. That sounds like a Brother Ali love fest. Not saying that Brother Ali isn't good, but he isn't good. Her school says she's on the route to tenure, and I'm glad, because that's going to be the only long term relationship she ever finds herself in. She needs to go to the Chalie Boy school of self-esteem and learn how to love herself. Because if she doesn't, there's someone else that would take her place as leading expert on hip hop love.
*Depending on what the show was, the move would be different. In the animated show, he would hit people with a boomerang or something. The TV show was a off camera beheading and slow gangsta walk into the horizon. The movie showed full blown decapitation. It was amazing.
**This is the only scale that holds weight with me: the Binary Scale
I was reading this article that Stefan sent me earlier. It was about sites that post the best looking college professors in the nation. Yes, you read that right. People submit candid photos - I hope no action shots - of who they think are hot profs, then people vote on them using the trusty - rate on a 1-10 scale** - and the winners are posted. Some teachers find out about their rankings, others don't.
Because people don't know when to leave good enough alone, someone decided to conduct a study on that research. I'll spare you having to read the abstract or thesis paper on the subject, but one of the main points of the article was a female professor from a school in California who makes her looks her priority. She says, and I quote:
"When I have to teach the heavy stuff about race," she told the Chronicle, "I make sure my hair is done, my outfit is cute. I know it's going to be a difficult conversation for students, and if I have a cute dress on, it becomes easier to talk about race and prejudice."
Yeah, because that's just what Dr. King had in mind when he gave his "I Have A Dream" speech.
Anyway, the article links to Ms. Utley's personal(?) professional(?) website. I'm no collegiate scholar, and I don't pretend to be, but I can imagine that posting what sounds like the music from the menu screen of a Tyler Perry movie isn't very professional. She describes herself as an "expert in hip hop, race, and love relationships". Isn't that what Terri McMillan proclaimed herself to be? We all remember how that turned out.
Stella got her groove back, and while she was out her Taye Diggs was busy trying on her clothes and walking around in her pumps. Yeah.
Ms. Utley's website lists her as an author of a book that comes in 2012. I'm not gonna even comment on that, that's just too easy. Matter of fact, everything about this chick is a joke. I refuse to take anyone seriously who uses sex appeal to ease race talks and is on the advisory board of the Yale Anthology of Rap. That sounds like a Brother Ali love fest. Not saying that Brother Ali isn't good, but he isn't good. Her school says she's on the route to tenure, and I'm glad, because that's going to be the only long term relationship she ever finds herself in. She needs to go to the Chalie Boy school of self-esteem and learn how to love herself. Because if she doesn't, there's someone else that would take her place as leading expert on hip hop love.
*Depending on what the show was, the move would be different. In the animated show, he would hit people with a boomerang or something. The TV show was a off camera beheading and slow gangsta walk into the horizon. The movie showed full blown decapitation. It was amazing.
**This is the only scale that holds weight with me: the Binary Scale
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Take It To Da House
Sometimes the best comedy doesn’t come from comedians. It comes from “behind a computer screen” Monday morning quarterbacks. The people who usually don’t have shit going for them in their life, but they are quick to critique what celebs and other entertainment figures do. This would happen to be one of those instances.
This is a Trina video – yeah I know, just bare with me here – for her new song “My Bitches”. Please don’t stop reading there. Trina, who for all intents and purposes, has been recycling the same tired “Sex sells/I’m the baddest bitch” schtick for the past 15 years, releases her new song for the average everyday bitch. Or is it for five star bitches? I don’t know, I’m confused.
While watching the video, I couldn’t help but think “Wow, some people need to quit while they’re ahead.” This Trina is not the same "Nann Nigga” Trina. Or even “Look Back At It” Trina from a few years ago. Somewhere between fucking Trick Daddy, fucking Lil Wayne, fucking Birdman, fucking B.G., fucking Kenyon Martin, fucking you, fucking me, fucking the hypeman, fucking Kat Stacks, and giving up the pussy to anyone else with a heartbeat and testicles, Trina just looks wore the fuck out. Like, she looks like the old stripper in the strip club that is past the point of lying like “I’m doing this to support my kids or pay my tuition”. The chick that’s the “I’m stripping because I never learned how to love myself” stripper. Trina never learned how to love herself. HNH.
After watching the video, I started to begin a little roast of this trash I was watching. Luckily, the readers of nahright.com already did that for me. Just sit back, grab the tasty beverage of your choice, and enjoy the show.
1. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
roast beef curtains rap
2. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
musky panties rap
3. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
every chick in that screen shot got a HUD home rap
4. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
IUD birth control rap
5. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
whole preschool of abortions rap
6. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
Clap Rap
7. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
abortion clinic rap
9. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
nursing school rap
10. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
Abortion is an effective method of birth control rap
11. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
yeast infected rap
13. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
teenage mother rap
14. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
i hate this bitch next to me rap
15. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
haven’t worn natural hair since middle school rap
16. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
Trick Daddy gave me AIDS rap
17. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
heels too small for my feet rap
18. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
niggas aint shit rap
19. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Can you tell I never had a father rap
20. Cashmere Cavalli aka Debonair Cavalier Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
u wanna be my sponsor rap
21. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
high school sophomore girl giving it up to 23 yr old cause he’s got a nice car rap
22. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Im still talking about my pussy even though I was born in 1978 rap
23. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
sexed every artist that did a FL show rap
24. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
my feet hurt rap
25. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Forced to appear in video by abusive boyfriend rap
29. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
look for the companionship of random men because there was never a father figure present rap
30. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
20 for the head, 60 for the pussy rap
31. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
i hope they cant see my kotex in these tight ass shorts rap
32. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
“mama, can you watch him tonight?” rap
34. NovemberEnd Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
light off, double up rap
35. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
one of these bitches stole my purse rap
36. pro-rican Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Im going to Hair school Next year rap
37. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
rap (it the fuck up)
38. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
I’ve had more cock than hot meals rap
39. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
1-year-old seed with cornrows and Jordans rap
42. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:29 pm
all my baby daddies got at least 2 felonies rap
46. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
yes, ill accept a collect call from Tyrone at the state penitentiary rap
47. The Shot Clock Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
wish i’d had weezy’s baby rap
49. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
my baby daddy only beats me cause he loves me rap
50. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
hotdogs and ketchup in the Ooodles of Noodles rap
51. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
‘SHOUT 2 MY BADDEZT BITCHS IN DA NIGGA TRINAS VID’ – facebook status rap
52. NovemberEnd Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
u-shaped arch eyebrow rap
54. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
only doing this to pay tuition rap
55. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
My vagina smells like combination of shit and rotten eggs rap
56. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
i wish we didnt have to return these clothes after the photoshoot rap
57. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
I started fucking bulldykes cause niggas aint shit rap
58. Cypher Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
Putting out a sextape next year rap
60. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
im fidna slap this Mexican bitch with the Tina Turner dress rap
61. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
hurry up i gotta pee rap
62. Cypher Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:35 pm
We ain’t never had shit rap
63. Cali Sun Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:38 pm
Woke up early to get a fresh weave for this video rap
64. pro-rican Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:40 pm
He Yours, ya’ll got the same hair rap
65. White and on Nahright Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 6:06 pm
I’m beautiful no matter what they say hey fuck you where is my wig rap
66. YaDig Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 6:08 pm
Big titted Everest College education rap
67. Par-City Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 7:49 pm
I’mma keep tellin ya’ll i’m STILL the baddest bitch till someone agrees rap
68. LukeDaSkyWaka!!!! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 8:00 pm
My bitches don’t love me rap
69. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 8:25 pm
I get fisted for singles rap.
70. KC Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 9:41 pm
All My Bitches in the video got the same baby daddy rap
71. LukeDaSkyWaka!!!! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 11:00 pm
my bitches kinda look like dudes…. rap.
72. Biggamal Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:04 am
“You’ll never see your son again” rap.
73. Dapperdon Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:31 am
these aint my bitches they just happened to be on the corner near the shoot rap
74. Lmao Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:34 am
I stole this look from Beyonce’s Crazy In Love video rap.
76. PAPOOSE Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:39 am
I snuck out of the kitchen to film this video rap
77. :hat Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:39 am
gov’ment cheeeese rap
78. WhySoSerious? Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:47 am
Behind my back they call me the saddest chick rap.
79. D! Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 1:03 am
I was molested as a child so now I slut it up in videos pretty ironic huh? rap
81. D! Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 1:16 am
You can see the TJ Maxx tags peeking out the side of these heels rap
82. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 10:58 am
I smell cod rap
84. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 11:01 am
I lost my virginity to my nasty uncle rap
85. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 11:03 am
Trick Daddy said get his money rap.
86. Damn Shame son Says:
August 9th, 2010 at 7:35 pm
Cant Believe you ho’s still trying to money in this rap shit Rap…
This is a Trina video – yeah I know, just bare with me here – for her new song “My Bitches”. Please don’t stop reading there. Trina, who for all intents and purposes, has been recycling the same tired “Sex sells/I’m the baddest bitch” schtick for the past 15 years, releases her new song for the average everyday bitch. Or is it for five star bitches? I don’t know, I’m confused.
While watching the video, I couldn’t help but think “Wow, some people need to quit while they’re ahead.” This Trina is not the same "Nann Nigga” Trina. Or even “Look Back At It” Trina from a few years ago. Somewhere between fucking Trick Daddy, fucking Lil Wayne, fucking Birdman, fucking B.G., fucking Kenyon Martin, fucking you, fucking me, fucking the hypeman, fucking Kat Stacks, and giving up the pussy to anyone else with a heartbeat and testicles, Trina just looks wore the fuck out. Like, she looks like the old stripper in the strip club that is past the point of lying like “I’m doing this to support my kids or pay my tuition”. The chick that’s the “I’m stripping because I never learned how to love myself” stripper. Trina never learned how to love herself. HNH.
After watching the video, I started to begin a little roast of this trash I was watching. Luckily, the readers of nahright.com already did that for me. Just sit back, grab the tasty beverage of your choice, and enjoy the show.
1. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
roast beef curtains rap
2. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
musky panties rap
3. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
every chick in that screen shot got a HUD home rap
4. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
IUD birth control rap
5. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
whole preschool of abortions rap
6. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
Clap Rap
7. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
abortion clinic rap
9. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
nursing school rap
10. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
Abortion is an effective method of birth control rap
11. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:23 pm
yeast infected rap
13. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
teenage mother rap
14. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
i hate this bitch next to me rap
15. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
haven’t worn natural hair since middle school rap
16. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
Trick Daddy gave me AIDS rap
17. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
heels too small for my feet rap
18. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
niggas aint shit rap
19. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Can you tell I never had a father rap
20. Cashmere Cavalli aka Debonair Cavalier Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
u wanna be my sponsor rap
21. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
high school sophomore girl giving it up to 23 yr old cause he’s got a nice car rap
22. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Im still talking about my pussy even though I was born in 1978 rap
23. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
sexed every artist that did a FL show rap
24. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
my feet hurt rap
25. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Forced to appear in video by abusive boyfriend rap
29. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
look for the companionship of random men because there was never a father figure present rap
30. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
20 for the head, 60 for the pussy rap
31. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
i hope they cant see my kotex in these tight ass shorts rap
32. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
“mama, can you watch him tonight?” rap
34. NovemberEnd Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
light off, double up rap
35. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:27 pm
one of these bitches stole my purse rap
36. pro-rican Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Im going to Hair school Next year rap
37. KzA Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
rap (it the fuck up)
38. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
I’ve had more cock than hot meals rap
39. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
1-year-old seed with cornrows and Jordans rap
42. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:29 pm
all my baby daddies got at least 2 felonies rap
46. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
yes, ill accept a collect call from Tyrone at the state penitentiary rap
47. The Shot Clock Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
wish i’d had weezy’s baby rap
49. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
my baby daddy only beats me cause he loves me rap
50. D. Billz Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
hotdogs and ketchup in the Ooodles of Noodles rap
51. &What?! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
‘SHOUT 2 MY BADDEZT BITCHS IN DA NIGGA TRINAS VID’ – facebook status rap
52. NovemberEnd Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
u-shaped arch eyebrow rap
54. E aka Mac with the Cheese Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
only doing this to pay tuition rap
55. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
My vagina smells like combination of shit and rotten eggs rap
56. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
i wish we didnt have to return these clothes after the photoshoot rap
57. b-ease Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
I started fucking bulldykes cause niggas aint shit rap
58. Cypher Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
Putting out a sextape next year rap
60. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
im fidna slap this Mexican bitch with the Tina Turner dress rap
61. landlord Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
hurry up i gotta pee rap
62. Cypher Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:35 pm
We ain’t never had shit rap
63. Cali Sun Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:38 pm
Woke up early to get a fresh weave for this video rap
64. pro-rican Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 5:40 pm
He Yours, ya’ll got the same hair rap
65. White and on Nahright Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 6:06 pm
I’m beautiful no matter what they say hey fuck you where is my wig rap
66. YaDig Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 6:08 pm
Big titted Everest College education rap
67. Par-City Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 7:49 pm
I’mma keep tellin ya’ll i’m STILL the baddest bitch till someone agrees rap
68. LukeDaSkyWaka!!!! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 8:00 pm
My bitches don’t love me rap
69. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 8:25 pm
I get fisted for singles rap.
70. KC Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 9:41 pm
All My Bitches in the video got the same baby daddy rap
71. LukeDaSkyWaka!!!! Says:
August 5th, 2010 at 11:00 pm
my bitches kinda look like dudes…. rap.
72. Biggamal Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:04 am
“You’ll never see your son again” rap.
73. Dapperdon Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:31 am
these aint my bitches they just happened to be on the corner near the shoot rap
74. Lmao Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:34 am
I stole this look from Beyonce’s Crazy In Love video rap.
76. PAPOOSE Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:39 am
I snuck out of the kitchen to film this video rap
77. :hat Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:39 am
gov’ment cheeeese rap
78. WhySoSerious? Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 12:47 am
Behind my back they call me the saddest chick rap.
79. D! Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 1:03 am
I was molested as a child so now I slut it up in videos pretty ironic huh? rap
81. D! Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 1:16 am
You can see the TJ Maxx tags peeking out the side of these heels rap
82. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 10:58 am
I smell cod rap
84. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 11:01 am
I lost my virginity to my nasty uncle rap
85. vhingrhamesonyo'momma Says:
August 6th, 2010 at 11:03 am
Trick Daddy said get his money rap.
86. Damn Shame son Says:
August 9th, 2010 at 7:35 pm
Cant Believe you ho’s still trying to money in this rap shit Rap…
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Mama There Goes That Man
First attempt at liveblogging. Figured it would be a classic throwback video.
• Love the green screen, or should I say, red screen intro. Haven’t seen that in a minute
• Who is this cat flexing in that wife beater? And that puffy ass bubble vest?
• They still make bubblevests? Wow. It looks like a Jumpman logo on it too.
• This chick in the video is probably his homeboy’s cousin. Or sister.
• First costume change.
• POP LOCKIN’
• Why is he going from a bubble vest to a Mr. Rogers cardigan?
• I just died on the slow motion sweater toss.
• The video just turned into a softcore porn
• He needs to put his shirt back on. Looking like a roast chicken © Nutty Professor 2
• These lyrics are absolutely outrageous. Wow.
• The look on this chick’s face throughout the whole video is like “How much am I getting paid for this?”
• Another costume change. Now a bath robe.
• This dude needs a dance move or something. Bsides pop lockin
• Maybe he was trying to be like D’Angelo “Untitled”
• SHADES OFF! Put em back on.
• Did he just say “pumpin with all my might?” wow.
• Dude couldn’t get any at the end. Couldn’t even get inside the door. Guess he couldn’t sex her down that good.
• The faces he’s making are hilarious at the end.
• Why did it change to a 2nd song? That only works in major label releases.
• How fitting is it that he’s singing about baby mama drama at the end of a song about sexing?
j.nash sex you down part 2 from J.NASHTV on Vimeo.
• Love the green screen, or should I say, red screen intro. Haven’t seen that in a minute
• Who is this cat flexing in that wife beater? And that puffy ass bubble vest?
• They still make bubblevests? Wow. It looks like a Jumpman logo on it too.
• This chick in the video is probably his homeboy’s cousin. Or sister.
• First costume change.
• POP LOCKIN’
• Why is he going from a bubble vest to a Mr. Rogers cardigan?
• I just died on the slow motion sweater toss.
• The video just turned into a softcore porn
• He needs to put his shirt back on. Looking like a roast chicken © Nutty Professor 2
• These lyrics are absolutely outrageous. Wow.
• The look on this chick’s face throughout the whole video is like “How much am I getting paid for this?”
• Another costume change. Now a bath robe.
• This dude needs a dance move or something. Bsides pop lockin
• Maybe he was trying to be like D’Angelo “Untitled”
• SHADES OFF! Put em back on.
• Did he just say “pumpin with all my might?” wow.
• Dude couldn’t get any at the end. Couldn’t even get inside the door. Guess he couldn’t sex her down that good.
• The faces he’s making are hilarious at the end.
• Why did it change to a 2nd song? That only works in major label releases.
• How fitting is it that he’s singing about baby mama drama at the end of a song about sexing?
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Hard Out Here For A Pimp
Ummmm
1) I've heard of robbing a bank before to get cash, or even a gas station or convenience store. But this lady walked up to the McDonald's drive thru. She couldn't have made off with more than like $73.50 tops.
2) Panties on your face? You have money to buy gloves to cover your fingerprints but not a ski mask? At least something to cover your blonde hair with? The only thing worse than panties on your face is that stupid mask R. Kelly started wearing after he ate a 13-year-old girl's asshole out on camera. Yeah.
3) She was gully about it though. Reaching in through the window, straight to the register? BAWSE. I haven't seen gulliness like that from a female since "The Wire" went off the air.
1) I've heard of robbing a bank before to get cash, or even a gas station or convenience store. But this lady walked up to the McDonald's drive thru. She couldn't have made off with more than like $73.50 tops.
2) Panties on your face? You have money to buy gloves to cover your fingerprints but not a ski mask? At least something to cover your blonde hair with? The only thing worse than panties on your face is that stupid mask R. Kelly started wearing after he ate a 13-year-old girl's asshole out on camera. Yeah.
3) She was gully about it though. Reaching in through the window, straight to the register? BAWSE. I haven't seen gulliness like that from a female since "The Wire" went off the air.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Queen of Sanity
It’s great catching up with old friends. Whether they’re old friends from high school, college, or whatever, seeing someone again is always a great event. Sometimes though you have grown apart from that person. You get one on one with that person and realize you don’t have any common interests, and it just feels like talking to a stranger. Not the case for me though.
I hung out with some old college friends recently and it was a great time catching up. Reminiscing about good old times. Talking about being adults in the workforce now. Quote of the night was “I used to laugh at farts and now I laugh at tax code jokes.” It’s such an accurate representation of where we find ourselves in life and times of reflection with friends and libations are something everyone should experience. One of the guys there just got engaged recently so he’s adapting to the whole joint living thing. He hadn’t been that far removed from his past girlfriend so we asked why they were no longer together. His answer was simple: “She’s crazy.”
Dude said all his friends thought she was crazy but he didn’t believe them. He let her meet his parents and his dad pulled him to the side like “Son, she’s crazy.” But love is blind. The guy needed to see it for himself. He said that his girl would start arguments about when, not if, they have kids whether they would go to private school or public school. But nothing prepared him for the moment that they decided to call it off.
He said shortly after they broke up, she started sending him crazy emails and text messages. She would call his friends and try to turn them against him. She would still send him random presents and gifts in the mail, something that almost sabotaged his relationship with his current fiancé. He even called him once and said that while talking to her mother, they had come to the joint conclusion that my friend was depressed. I wish I could make that up.
The highlight of the craziness moment was when she sent him a book titled “Good Guys and Bad Guys”. The book had certain passages and lines highlighted in them with tabbed notes in the margins of the book. And inside of the book was a handwritten note from the girl’s mother detailing why the girl and my friend were meant to be together. That’s beyond ridiculous in every sense of the word.
That girl must not have any real friends. Thankfully, my friend has friends like me that let him know that chick was crazy. We didn’t get around to describing HNH in detail but I’m sure he would instantly become an avid supporter of my theory were I to divulge it with him. This is just confirmation that most females are nuts, but I won’t stop loving them though.
I hung out with some old college friends recently and it was a great time catching up. Reminiscing about good old times. Talking about being adults in the workforce now. Quote of the night was “I used to laugh at farts and now I laugh at tax code jokes.” It’s such an accurate representation of where we find ourselves in life and times of reflection with friends and libations are something everyone should experience. One of the guys there just got engaged recently so he’s adapting to the whole joint living thing. He hadn’t been that far removed from his past girlfriend so we asked why they were no longer together. His answer was simple: “She’s crazy.”
Dude said all his friends thought she was crazy but he didn’t believe them. He let her meet his parents and his dad pulled him to the side like “Son, she’s crazy.” But love is blind. The guy needed to see it for himself. He said that his girl would start arguments about when, not if, they have kids whether they would go to private school or public school. But nothing prepared him for the moment that they decided to call it off.
He said shortly after they broke up, she started sending him crazy emails and text messages. She would call his friends and try to turn them against him. She would still send him random presents and gifts in the mail, something that almost sabotaged his relationship with his current fiancé. He even called him once and said that while talking to her mother, they had come to the joint conclusion that my friend was depressed. I wish I could make that up.
The highlight of the craziness moment was when she sent him a book titled “Good Guys and Bad Guys”. The book had certain passages and lines highlighted in them with tabbed notes in the margins of the book. And inside of the book was a handwritten note from the girl’s mother detailing why the girl and my friend were meant to be together. That’s beyond ridiculous in every sense of the word.
That girl must not have any real friends. Thankfully, my friend has friends like me that let him know that chick was crazy. We didn’t get around to describing HNH in detail but I’m sure he would instantly become an avid supporter of my theory were I to divulge it with him. This is just confirmation that most females are nuts, but I won’t stop loving them though.
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