A note about 'Party & Bullsh*t':
I received this email during my mini hiatus:
Hi Meiki,
I recently came across your website through a forward from a concerned friend. It appears that you have a picture of a dear friend of ours with some mean and hurtful comments. Seeing this post it has opened my eyes as to how careful we each must be with our image during this digital age where every action you take can be captured by someone or pictures spread anywhere without your permissioning
It was the following post, and we would greatly appreciate if you would remove the picture and the comments from your website.
http://meikisquared.com/2008/03/party-and-bullsht_14.html
Thank you in advance.
Samantha
Samantha is referring to this:
Wesley Snipes is making extra money on the side modeling bootleg 80's prom dresses?!
Samantha,
Yeah...no.
To paraphrase Chris Rock, have you looked around this muthafucka lately?
I don't give a damn about hurt feelings, especially on anything Party and Bullshit-related.
Your "friend" (good one) knew damn well that pic was taken to be posted on a public site--a site where adolescent males mainly go to rate female asses. I bet you wouldn't have a problem with that, but as soon as I bring up your
So I'm going to have to deny your little request. Only Sisqo gets accommodated around here.
Next time Samantha, don't let your friend drink and dress, better yet, be a friend ahead of time and tell your friend to play down the Noxeema Jackson-ness next time.
To Wong Foo,
MeikiSquared
Now, the beautiful people across urban America.
She ain't have to buy all the shit near Wong's Beauty register.
She needed to unpack those saddlebags before she showed them off.
Did the surgeon carve her face with a spork?
No, seriously.
Speaking of having work done, that blonde hair is all wrong.
Who let King Tut out the tomb?
She needs to get a French's perm to take care of those edges.
Are they looking for the prince of Zamunda?
What kind of deodorant does she use, Secret™ Soot Formula?
Those are a couple of Fredrick Douglass' old hoes.
She had to read people's palms to afford the price at the door.
After looking at her and her friend, the white powder on her purse makes sense.
Looking like an out of work Now N Later.
She needs to wet that apple and rub it between her eyes.
She could've permed that belly hair down before she left the house tho.
Run home now, little boy.
Are we going to an Easter funeral?
Why did the kids let big mama go out in her housecoat? You know she goes to the club with a belt in her purse.
Is she pregnant with a can of Sprite?
You know her stomach looked like Kunta Kinte's back when she took that dress off.
