People don't dance anymore. Out of all the time black people have been roaming the earth and expressing themselves, it took a couple of young negroes on music videos to convince the streets that it wasn't the thing to do anymore.
Bastids.
When we were kids, we would spend hour upon hour trying to perfect the Kid-N-Play (I could not cross my legs with someone else's and hop in a circle to save my damn life). Soul Train and MTV's The Grind were must see tv and now there are only three categories of dancing remaining:
Holding up the wall, nodding the head to acknowledge the beat of the music periodically
The Two-Step
Simulated Sex
What was your dance (back when people were allowed to do so)? Your specialitay!
When I tell you one of my most proudest moments was mastering the Tootsie Roll...
They Don't Dance No Mo'
Heffa, Say What?
Before moving to the Atlanta area, I had to make a few preliminary trips to the city to take care of a few things. When I would come into town, I would stay over my older sister's home in Dunwoody, a little well-to-do area north of Atlanta. Since I had to go into downtown Atlanta a few times, I figured that it would be best to take the MARTA since I was so close to the nearest station.
During mid-day, I got to the MARTA station and I had to buy tokens from a this dinosaur of a machine and I had no idea how to operate it. There were no agents around, so I when a lady came to use the machine next to mine, I decided to ask her since the train was coming in any minute.
So, I spoke up to get her attention,
"Excuse me, Ma'am..."
Before I could finish my request, she interjects,
"I don't have any money to give you."
And she walks away.
It was one of those instances where you're left there wondering whether or not it actually happened. All I could think was woooooooooooooooooooow. Her ass looked like she caught onto the grunge fad 20 years after all the emo YTs had moved on and yet she had the unmitigated gall to think I was hitting her up for some spare change.
I didn't get angry our upset. Actually, I had a good laugh at the lady who thought too lowly of me and too highly of herself.
And I still didn't have any damn tokens!
I mention this to ask:
Doesn't bigotry crack your sh*t up at times?
Many times it's not sad nor defeating. It's just funny.
Maybe it's just me.
(I'm not going to even bring up those folks who yell "nigger" speeding vehicles for an adrenaline rush.)
Um, Er, Uh?
A mess of randomness from this weekend.
Fugly, Faded and Financially Strapped Is Not Interchangeable with Fierce
TYRA!'s first annual Fiercee-WTF-Is-Up-With-the-Extra-"E"-And-We're-Doing-Nothing-For-The-Stupid-Model-Stereotype-Awards.
The LaToya Jackson baby powder look must be fiercee.
Jade leaned over a bucket of mop water and BAM! highlights.
Iron jaw Keenyah. I still can't stand her.
Do you remember when Camille and that 1000-tooth dude from College Hill were shopping around for a reality show about their nobody lives? Even BET turned that sh*t down.
Poor Toccara will forever have "BET's Take the Cake" attached to her introductions.
Oh, This Is Why They Love Them Some 'Zel
Ain't nothing like a man who looks like he'll gut you out with a butter knife to make you all hot and bothered.
Braxton P. Hartnabrig as Barack Obama
Fashion Enhancement or Cruel Joke?
Booty Pop Panties
Help me out, because I don't get it. Booty Pop Panties are for a girl to fill out her clothes and attract men only to crush the guy when she disrobes?
Where's the Black Love?
I was perusing the Blackfolks journal and I came across this post which brought me to this excerpt from Stuff Educated Black People Like blog:
[When referring to social networking sites] Let’s not even talk about Blackplanet. These days, only those incarcerated individuals in correctional institutions with internet access are on this “networking”/”hook-up” site. However, it was one of the original sites targeted toward African Americans.
Who is still doing BlackPlanet? I became aware of it around 2000 and I could never get into it. After the one guy sent me 4 big ass 8X10 Olan Mills shots with balloon backgrounds of himself on my guestbook, I was too through. If BP didn't purge their old layout...I would sooo post them.
Party and Bullsh*t
As always, I bring you the beautiful people of New York City, Atlanta and Houston. In this edition you may find some oldies, but always goodies.
Since she couldn't be a Victoria's Secret angel, she went as a Citi Trends moth.
Is that velvet? Is that FUBU?!!
Why would you want to draw more attention to those edges?
Her toes are sweeping a path for her to walk.
Tittay claw tats, paw prints, and bullet wounds , oh my!
He doesn't have enough strength to make the "peace" sign.
The staff at Wong's Beauty Supply need their asses beaten.
The next time you wear this outfit to the club, don't show off for the cameras because we can see the white lining of your ass pads... And we can see how it's cutting into your thigh.
And that goes for the fake-ass Kim K., too.
Sexy called and it doesn't want anything to do with you.
Or you
Or you
You do know people piss on those things, right?
I hope she has a chemistry lab to go to because that look is not the bizness.
She looks like the Hamburgler on estrogen.
She's staring because she can't see with that sh*t on her eyes.
Girl, you're looking good in your Peter Pan boots.
I ain't mad at the outfit. I'm mad I can see her footprint in those tight ass Reeboks.
Somebody's mama is trying to get her Stella on and Lord, I wish she'd stop.
She's used to clubbing in the wilderness.
And she just jumped out the woods.
And she went out during a full moon.
Who knew Rainbow Brite carried a razor blade in her cleavage?
Girl took care of the outfit, but said "F**k it!" to the Oxy 10.
Damn, I'm jealous! How did she get to be a dancer for DJ Sherman Hemsley?!!
Look who's mama has let them start wearing makeup last week.
There ain't strong enough beer goggles in the world. I'm assuming.
Even when her wide ass back split that "dress", she didn't put down that drink.
Keep Me, Tonight
While going over a stack of photos of relatively young people in social situations, I cannot help but notice that by the way they present themselves, a hell of a lot of these people aren't looking for love, they're looking for a sponsor.
I don't want to put you on the spot by asking and you don't have to fear ridicule for your yay or nay answer, but:
If the opportunity presented itself, would you be willing to be kept?
A kept person is someone who is financially supported by a wealthy, usually older, person who is neither the person's spouse or close relative.
As far as myself...
HELLS YEAH!
But for only a trial period.
I don't like to be at the beck and call of anyone. If that negro changes his mind somewhere down the line about our situation and I'm left assed out, there may be a misunderstanding of the violent type.
Anyway, by all means, tell me your thoughts on being "kept".
A Few Random Thoughts...
Who are they trying to fool?
Um, your elbow doesn't belong there.
Two problems:
1. Solange is at an event called, "Icon of Dance".
2. A good stylist is hard to come by, but Dark N'Lovely is damn near on every aisle!
She don't play 'round no stairs anymore!
Although that wig has consumed her eyesight, Beyonce is holding onto those handrails for dear life.
Kim, I know you don't know too much about that place, but off-the-shoulder numbers are a no no in The House of the Lord. Reggie didn't try to tell you any better, either.
Reggie Bush, Kim Kardashian and her family coming from Easter service.
A bunch of usetobefines in one place.
Kadeem Hardison is looking like Mister from The Color Purple the day after Celie left him.
This Deebo looking dude...
Could he get it?
Nevermind me. What's up for the weekend?
