Too bad I’ve never been able to get into anything else Des’ree has done. This, however, has been on rotation ever since 1996.
Monthly Archives: August 2008
Oh, let me be clear: Palin
I do not condone any disrespect or straight up bashing of Sarah Palin as a woman, a person, a human being, a mass of cells and energy, whatever.
Her politics, hair and clothing choices, however, are totally up for criticism, hateration and straight up comedy.
I’m being a bit silly but also serious. I think the race to become Democratic Party nominee was dirty enough with the attacks on Barack Obama and rHillary R. Clinton which had nothing to do with their politics or ability to lead, but with racist, sexist and classist arguments based in ignorance.
I found it terribly disgusting and I want to just sound off on that now. It has already begun with Palin and I’m cringing at it even though I think she’s an anti-feminist, shoddy choice for VP.
Things Bourgie says are okay for which to clown Sarah Palin:
1. She attended Wasilla High School where she played point guard on the state champion basketball team. Her nickname was “Sarah Barracuda.” Man, is that a lame nickname or what?
2. Palin graduated in 1987 from the University of Idaho with a degree in journalism. She worked briefly as a sports reporter in Anchorage. Well, that’s no UNC. 2 Points deducted.
3. She refers to her husband, Todd, as the “First Dude.” Who is she? Michelle Tanner?
4. Palin and her husband have five children, Bristol, Piper, Track, Willow, and Trig. I hope Trig’s name has nothing to do with #6.
5. Her favorite meal is moose stew.
6. She’s a lifetime NRA member.
7. She admits she has “inhaled” marijuana. However, she says that she won’t legalize the drug.
8. Palin filed suit against the US Government for putting polar bears on the endangered species list. What kind of cold-hearted person wants cute cuddly Coca-Cola drinking polar bears OFF of an endangered list? A lifetime NRA member and hunting enthusiast, I guess.
9. She’s all for teacher-led prayer in public schools. As if that Pledge of Allegiance wasn’t enough!?! We do separate church and state, right (well, that’s debatable)?
Feel free to add on.
Source: US News
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real quick: Palin
Briefly: I really hope that America is not fooled by this Palin for VP mess. I REALLY hope that those sensitive to feminist issues and women’s concerns are not fooled by this. I REALLY REALLY hope that those who were supporters of Hillary Clinton are not fooled by this.
Sarah Palin may be a woman (can we get verification on this?), but she is all Republican. She is not in favor of the policies that women like myself believe are important. She doesn’t even think you should be able to have an abortion if you were raped! Not even if your daddy did it! She totally thinks that Daddy/Grandads are good American/Christian values.
What a crock of shit. What a silly decision. Whatever you think of Biden, you gotta admit he’d be a decent candidate second to Barack Obama. Hell, at least Joe Biden has championed legislation favoring women such as the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA). I admit that I don’t know much about this Palin lady (doesn’t that say something?) but I don’t think she’s “experienced.” Familiar accusation isn’t it? They said the same thing about Barack Obama, but I guess inexperience is okay for the Vice President. A VP who could very likely become President if old man McCain kicks the bucket.
How long are American men living nowadays?
Filed under I'm Judging You (reviews & criticism), Pics & Flix
Lightskinned is Back/Barack!
This Democratic National Convention is the very first DNC I’ve ever watched. Not that I haven’t been involved in the process: as soon as I turned 18 I was voting. However, I always thought the DNC was some snooze-worthy event for the press and old political fogeys. Not anymore. This has certainly been an EVENT. I can’t tell you how many people hit me up asking where the viewing party was at. Emphasis on party. As I watched Barack Obama speak, I was still reeling from sangria and ‘ritas. Still, the alcohol didn’t cloud my hearing/understanding. I listened and was in awe. I was struck by the gravity of the moment. So many times you hear older people talk about American and Global milestones. This is ours. I’m trying to soak it all in, not just because I am personally interested in politics and personally invested in the course this country will take, but because I feel it is my responsibility to live in the moment for my children and grandchildren. Live this moment for those who came before me, allowing me to witness such an event.
Lightskinned is back, but hell, BLACK is back. We got our swagger back, yall. Obama is stirring up pride and patriotism within us all, something we haven’t collectively felt in a very long time. And Michelle Obama… wow. She is inspiring Black women from coast to coast. We are in awe of her composure, beauty, strength and ability to be a powerful woman while standing by her husband’s side.
Just knowing that so many people were watching the same thing, hearing the same words I was watching and hearing tonight was a good feeling. When I got home, the speech had already started and I could hear my downstairs neighbors’ television blaring that familiar Obama voice. As I put my key into the door, I smiled a bit. I think my neighbors are crazy and weird beyond weird, but for a moment I felt a little bit of kinship. They might be freaks, but they’ve got their heads on straight when it comes to political priorities. Oh, check the text of Obama’s speech here, swiped from Ta-Nehisi.
I don’t know what the Republicans are going to do with their convention, but I’m sure it will fall short. Severlely. I certainly won’t be watching. I don’t want to be bored out of my mind or inflamed to the point of rioting in the streets. I’ll just catch the pertinent points from the various political blogs I check. I’m really just mad they went and commandeered the elephant as their symbol. How can I love the elephant as a symbol so much, yet hate it when associated with the Repubs?
So call up Al B. Sure! Call Christopher Williams. Tell Chris Brown to stop huggin up on Rhianna and get out there. The time is right to trade on this lightskinned business Obama’s stirred up.
Hopefully upwardly mobile Black men will start looking for Michelle’s to make their partners. See, Obama’s having such a positive influence already!
Live in the moment, y’all.
Truthfully, I was watching and thinking, “Man, Barack is foine, yo.” To be certain, he’s not the type of man I would normally characterize as “foine”, even though he is good looking. I think it’s the same kind of thing when people from Uzbekistan go see Michael Jackson perform and start crying hysterically, being carried out of stadiums on stretchers. Well, maybe not so much, but you get me.
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AYDMF: Bad days happen
I was pissed as hell yesterday. I don’t know what happened, but my brain took a vacation. Maybe it was shocked into submission after being tossed back into academia on Monday. I dunno. The entire week has been a bust thus far, but let me just run down Tuesday for you:
After I got dressed (lately I cannot find anything to wear. I spend a considerable amount of time staring at my clothes, trying on this and that, tossing stuff on my bed and still being unsatisfied), I gathered my things and started to leave. I was headed for the bus stop. I went down the stairs, out the door, locked it, and stopped – oh, I forgot a jacket. See, it’s freezing in my classrooms (all except one, which is sweltering) and I needed to carry a sweater or something. I opened the door, back up the stairs, opened the other door and grabbed a hoodie. Then, I realized that I needed a bigger bag to carry it in. See, I usually carry a bag that houses my laptop, a book, my planner, and other normal purse stuff. This day, however, I had 3 extra books to carry for keeping in my locker. I had put them in a tote bag. Adding the hoodie meant I needed a larger tote. I got one and went through the same routine down the stairs and out of the door.
Oh, I forgot something else. Continue reading
Filed under Now I'm pissed, Routine Ramblings
I Want to Work for Diddy – Mission 4
Briefly, last night’s episode was about Diddy.com. The Diddster wanted the potential assistants to make viral videos for the site. Apparently, Diddy’s been making viral vids for a minute and they’re all the rage – an assertion that was strange to me because I’ve never seen, nor heard, of any of them… and I’m ALWAYS online.
Anyway, once they got started you know Poprah had some expertise to contribute. Let her tell it, she’s a expert in everything. She says she has video production experience but pushes Brianna into the leadership/producer position. I don’t know why Brianna couldn’t see it, but she was clearly being set up for the okey doke. Poprah’s smart because she’s going to make her teammates eliminate themselves one by one. Her Uptown team comes up with the idea of “What would you do for Diddy?” and sets about filming average folks doing dumbass shit (writing “no bitchassness” on their heads, eating a frozen fishstick, etc).
Meanwhile, Downtown Team starts out trying to exploit Laverne’s sexual orientation for laughs. Way to move the movement. She was acting all peeved about it (to which she’s entitled), but decides to take one for the team if it means winning. Laverne’s no fool, let’s face it – Trannies are funny. Still, the calls from her team to “Tranny it up!” and “Go Tranny on ’em!” were a bit much. *Dials GLAAD* Finally, Downtown settles on an idea mocking Diddy’s love for organic Mott’s Applesauce by using Boris as the “Applesauce Bandit.” Boris (the originator of that idea) was on board at first, but then he started to feel like he would be degrading himself. Why? Because he’s fat. Now I find it odd that he’d be all for exploiting Laverne, but feels some kind of way about wearing a tight outfit. DUDE… we know you’re fat in your everyday clothes! There’s no difference if you put on a costume! Continue reading
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Where’s PETA with their red paint?
First, let me say that I’m all for the ethical treatment of animals but I do not condone some activists throwing paint on someone’s fur coat. That does NOT get your message across and will only guarantee an ass whooping gift wrapped from me to you (although I would not wear a fur coat to begin with).
Ok, now that that’s out of the way, pop open a figurative can of paint for this damned doggie bag.
Thanks to Clutch via Kanye’s blog, I peeped the Louis Vuitton Dog Bag.
I get how this is supposed to be funny and/or irreverant. People carry their dogbabies in designer purses all the time. Why not just carry the dog as the purse? What I don’t understand is why the damned dog is so ugly? Aren’t the lap dogs usually cutesy lil’ thangs? This bag looks disgusting because it reminds me of a taxidermy/stuffed dog. Yuks. The idea of a zipper down its back in which you stuff your lipgloss, iPhone and condoms (better do it!) is kind of sick. WTF are those eyes made of? I’d have trouble shaking the feeling that they were staring into my soul. *shudders* Not to mention that I think the monogram bags are kind of over anyway.
Are you rocking this? Will it scare your dog? Can you carry a dog in your dog? What will children think?
Fashion… I swear.
Filed under I'm Judging You (reviews & criticism), Swiped, Um, ew
Back to School
I don’t really have much to say today. I’m back in classes for the first day of my last year of law school. I’m still exhausted from my weekend and I’ll be in class until 9pm. Great. I’m waiting for my Alternative Dispute Resolution class to start @ 4pm, the room is sweltering, I’m having a bad hair day and the reading was that boring introductory “what is conflict?” bullshit.
Here’s a pick me up. Always gets a rise out of me. Might be what you need as your Monday is winding down, as well.
David, help me sang it, saaaaang it!
Filed under Now I'm pissed, Routine Ramblings, School Daze
spotted on the subway
Posting this from my phone because I didn’t want to forget about it. Well, I DO want to forget about it because I’m disgusted, but not before I share with you all.
On the subway today (southbound broad street line), I’m minding my business. Car is packed so I’m pretty much lucky to have a seat, or so I thought, until I noticed the guy directly perpendicular to me.
First, he stood up and took off his shirt. Then, he adjusted his belt. Put his shirt back on. Sat down. Cleared his throat LOUDLY several times. Takes a plastic bag out of thin air and opens the carton of ice cream inside. Bedins spooning MASSIVE quantities of vanilla bean into his mouth. Big ass scoops. Stops midway and reaches into his back pocket for a comb. Combs his hair, in my direction, for at least 20 strokes. Puts comb away and resumes ice cream eating. Finished ice cream and reaches back into magic plastic bag for what first appeared to be a snack pack of Cheeze-Its, but wasn’t. He pulled out rolling papers. Now, I’ve seen a negro straight up gut a blunt and roll a fat ass L on the train before. I was hoping this grown ass man (looked about 43-48) wasn’t about to do the same. Well he didn’t, he proceeded to roll his own tobacco cigarette.
Damn! Is there anything people won’t do on the sub while sandwiched between other people who would like a pleasant and uneventful ride?
I had to hold my breath mad times. I don’t know about you, but I cease all breathing when someone who has the potential for stankass is near. This dude removed his shirt! He combed nis nasty hair! Ew.
Lord, save me from public transpo!!!
Ain’t Nothin’ Goin’ On But The Rent
Gwen Guthrie was basically telling brothas in that song to hand over the cash. Check the lyrics out! I just really peeped ’em today and never really paid attention. Guess I was too busy jamming to the song (it’s catchy as hell!). The precursor to songs like Destiny’s Child’s “Bills, Bills, Bills”*, Guthrie makes it plain:
Boy, you’re silky ways are sweet
But you’re only wastin’ time if your pockets are empty
I’ve got lots of love to give
But I will have to avoid you if you’re unemployed
Now I must say that the song is pretty extreme but there IS something to it all. Not so much the “what are you gonna do for me/put some money in my hands” part. But just the idea that expecting your significant other (SO) to have a J-O-B is not asking for much at all.
As I’ve mentioned, I was working with homeless clients this summer. I got about three marriage proposals/inquiries. Probably because I have 4 walls and a roof, but I’d like to think it was also because of my stunning smile and charming personality. Anyway, one guy who was really sweet said something like, “oh, you wouldn’t want a guy like me anyway. You probably want somebody young and rich and with a house.” I responded, “well, no, he doesn’t have to be rich.” Implying that yes, a place to live and younger than my grandpa would be preferable. I was serious about the rich part, though. You don’t have to be rolling in the dough to be my man, but you damn sure better have a job (all of this doesn’t count for people who had a job and got laid off or are unemployed due to circumstances beyond their control like an injury or some shit).
I’m not trying to be supported. I’m not trying to get rich off of a man. HOWEVER, I have become accustomed to certain things. See, I grew up not having much and yeah, I know how to get by on very little. I don’t want to, though. I don’t have to. That’s why I’ve been going to school all of these years and trying to put myself into a position where I can do the things that I want to do without being hindered too much by the cost. If I’m going to be in a relationship with someone, he’s going to have to meet me at that level. Continue reading
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