LET'S RAP

Now, I've been quiet about this rap music vs. Imus situation for a while now. I'm not going to comment about this any further than this blog so listen carefully.

I understand that there are certain issues with rap, the language and crap like that; videos all that misogyny and sexism stuff that Oprah like to comment about. And while it's a valid argument that rap should be cleaned up and that Imus shouldn't blame rap for using those words. We need to discuss the ladies in these videos and support this type of music and see nothing wrong with it.

Unless I'm mistaken, those women aren't being forced to perform the way they do in those videos; no one is telling them how to behave. They are voluntarily getting naked and voluntarily getting champagne poured on them.

They allow them to do that; for the money? Who knows but stop solely blaming the rappers and music execs for this type of behavior. Honestly, there are women who behave in everyday life the way it's portrayed in the videos. They see nothing wrong with waiting backstage to jump on the hottest rappers.

Hell, even Superhead and Nas' throw away wrote about a book about their exploits. Read any of those "sister girls" books and they practically glorify being platinum digging harlots with no regard for what's being said in the rap music.

Lil Kim, Foxxy Brown, Khia, Adina have all glorified screwing as many men as possible; but it's the men fault and it's that's their problem. Why not have them on Oprah and all the news channels and talk to them about it. Have the chicks from Spelman to discuss with these rap ladies the damage they are doing to the sisterhood.

The girls from Spelman (if you watched the Oprah episode, you'll know what I'm talking about) are right. If you go out to the club or any social function, men can't tell the "hoes" from the refined. Hoes aren't refined and men can't tell the difference between the two.

I've heard video hoes say that they are in these videos to pay for school. I use financial aid, get grants and if I wanted get scholarships. I don't need to shake it up in a Fiddy video to pay for school. They use the single mother angle, well I'm one of those too and don't need to have champagne poured on me for dollars. So try something new.

Bottom line (or "at the end of the day" as my sister say), before you slam the rap industry, try discussing the reason why those women are in the videos. I'm tired of the men being to blame for the downfall of the rap industry and the women are unscathed. So call the ladies to the carpet and have them account for their actions.

MY NIGHT AT THE DANCE RECITAL

My step-sister (who's the daughter of my dad's girlfriend for those who know me) had a dance recital tonight at her junior high school and I must say, I was so pissed and mad at myself for being sucked into going to this travesty of dance.

I would have rather had my tubes tied awake than to watch that shit! Yeah family support each other, but this recital was interrupting my 24 prep time. Yes, I prepare to watch 24! Anywho, why was that the most disorganized display of dance since the rump shaker!

Okay, so they were sixth graders but still I was expecting something more substantial. I'm not sure what they "practice" during the school day but dance wasn't it, that more like watching two whalelephants stomping around looking for the free jello.

The A-day team was so terrible it was un-real and I was way too pissed at the teacher for setting those kids up like that. They weren't either counting or prepared but I wasn't impressed at all. They were looking at each other to take cues and they were running into each other.

The B-day team was the team my step-sister was on and it was better but still needed more practice before they got in front of people to dance.

I believe the real reason why they were put on display like concubines for sale, was the fact that they needed money. However, the dumbass teacher failed to realize to ask for money the giver needs to see quality.

The teacher was so tacky mentioning over and over how much the shirts costs and that they were selling Chik-F-Fila. I was so pissed that she wouldn't let up with the shameless plug and that piss poor excuse for dance.

Even the "star" dancer was subpar to me. My godmother has been a dancer all my life and she teaches so I know quality when I see it and that had no quality behind it. Even the teacher had problems with some with the dance.

So enough of my lamenting about this travesty that I went to. Did I mention, I would have rather have had all four wisdom teeth pulled than to watch that shit?!

I mean what could be worse; they could have been pop, lock and dropping it.

WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?

I have several pet peeves because people do the dumbest shit and I can't figure out why. My pet peeve right now is putting on airs; why do people insist on acting like they're more than what they are?

Some people take the addage "Fake it 'til you make it" just a tad too far and this Tom Foolery must end right now. I ran into someone who was just as fake as her hair weave, even though she think it's real. She's on border line Hottie status (from FOL).

I don't get why average people don't realize their average. Don't be a name dropper either, I don't care what hot designer made your glasses; if you don't want someone to handle them, just say "no".

Who do you think you're impressing by acting the way you act? Maybe you're just fooling yourself into thinking you're more important than what you are in real life. Just because your body's hot don't mean you are seriously.

Don't act like you're too good to say hi to, nine times out of ten you will get told off. I can act like a kneegrow in the club, "BITCH YOU AIN'T ALL THAT ANYWAY".

Oh, don't think that I'm in the least bit jealous because what you eat don't make me shit (thanks Jay), so I'm not on your nuts or bra strap trying to get on. Be real, be who you are FOR REAL!

This "I'm the bomb.com" routine you play is played out. Just thought that you should know. You're no celebrity and will not be one. Got it? Can you hear me now?

So, I find myself asking that question, "Who are you again?" but apparently you don't know either.

Charm School

Last night was the premiere of Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School and that will be my new guilty pleasure (providing it doesn't conflict with my time with Jack Bauer). Those chicks are way too funny already and it's only the first episode.

The cast of characters are (in no particular order):

Larissa (Bootz)
Shay (Buckeey)
Becky (Buckwild. . .no I'm being serious, her real name is Becky)
Brooke (Pumkin)
Schatar (Hottie)
Darra (Like Dat)
Leilene (Smiley)
Saaphyri (I'm not making this up)
Thela (Rain)
Cristal (Serious)
Jennifer (Toastee)
Heather (Krazy) - Tried to tell Mo'nique her name was Nevaeh which is Heaven spelled backwards, her stage name.
Courtney (Goldie)

The first episode, Mo'nique accurately told these girls that we weren't laughing with them we were laughing at them. However, she's there to whip these girls into shape by teaching them proper lady like behavior all while trying to win $50,000.00!

She got rid of their nicknames that Flav gave them and now they are to use their real name, with the exception of Saaphyri who got kicked off FOL before they gave her a nickname because she was fighting another contestant.

They had to "rough it" in the woods together, use team work. However, it took them 4 hours to walk 2 miles to the campsite. The next day they had an obsticle course race, two teams and the losing teammates faced elimination that night while the winners were automatically safe.

Mo'nique isn't doing this on her own, she has help. Mikki Taylor from Essence magazine and Keith Lewis from the Miss California USA pagents, they assist Mo in selecting who stays and who goes; sort of like how American Idol SHOULD BE, but I digress.

Well the Purple team (headed by Leilene) were the losers, partly because Darra was too big and needed help with the competition. The Yellow team (headed by Saaphyri) were more athletic and agile.

Thela wanted to talk to Mo'nique and had a private one on one with her and basically sealed her fate. She told her that she gets so angry that she can't see sometimes and because she can't scream she feels so angry she can't let it out.

So that was a done deal for her. She got sent packing. Mo'nique called her a danger to the house and to herself so she has to go and she needs counseling.

Another bites the dust *que Queen*.

She forgot Commandment #1 of the Charm School Ten Commandments


Check Thyself Before Thy Wreckest Thyself

GUESS WHO'S BACK!

Hey ya'll; sorry for being away for so long, but with work, school, child rearing and wedding planning I'm too damn tired to be blogging.

I finally got the last bridesmaid to put her dress order in, I promise you I was extremely close to throwing a bitch out my wedding! These dresses better come back in time before I turn into Bridezilla; I'll start turning red and ripping my bra off and turn into some ungodly creature, I don't have the time for all this Tom Foolery!

I know I'm going to pay for this videographer by myself because the future Mr. Dia is so against the idea of a videographer; he doesn't think it's needed, but I think so. . .so now it's a game of "Let's See Who's Right" hosted by Alex Trebeck. Stay tuned for details.

I finally got the limo deposit in and the invitations are being mailed to me and that's when the fun begins. My mom wanted to send invitations to her country ass family even if they don't come so that they can have a memento. Umm, I'm not Hallmark and I can't afford "Mementos" I can get her some Mentos and let her knock herself out.

We need to go over our lists again, I may have some people I don't like anymore on it and they aren't invited. I already un-invited half my paternal side of the family, I mean WHOLE families aren't invited. My cockeyed cousin thought she can still be nice to me, bitch please. . .you better get some glasses like Musiq and go sit the hell down somewhere.

My dad's girlfriend offered to pay for my bouquet and that's so nice of her, she's really cool. She gave me some book about African wedding planning I only read during those moments of solitude in my water closet. It's only 20 bucks or so for the bouquet, now if she asked to help pay for something substantial, I would do back flips!

I already got my stylist primed and ready for my hair do, sorry Avin but I must get tracks. My hair is growing by leaps and bounds but not enough for the two styles I want; I need a wedding do and honeymoon do, so I'm getting a reversible hair style and that means I need weavage.

I have about four months to go and I still have to order shit like shoes for me and the ladies. My mom joked about me being short for my wedding, but I'm wearing stilettos of the four inch variety so that'll make me 5'2 and 3/4 or some shit like that. I need to hit up Prince because I know we have the same shoe size. Don't let the game fool you, I'll have flip flops on stand by!

I lost a hostess because her cousin is getting married on the same day and I have to ask my cousin to escort my great grandmother down the aisle. I'm trying to be sane because Avin will drug me, but the closer we get the more agitated I become.

I had to take two days off work because I was going to snap, crackle and pop! I'm good now, nothing like a night at the club drinking champagne and looking like a bad shut your mouth to brighten your mood up.

I have to blog about more, so that's enough wedding talk. Catch you on the flip side.