Thursday, November 3, 2011

Lets Talk About Kimberly Kardashian.



Exactly 72 Days ago my beloved Kimberly Noelle Kardashian had one of the most gigantic, over the top, expensive (20 million to be exact) weddings the world has ever seen. Because it happened so quick, and was such short notice, I couldn't attend. But in true Kimberly Kardashian style, it was broken up into a 2 day, 4 hour special which aired on E! Kim Kardashian's Fairy Tale Wedding.

As excited and filled with joy for my friend I was... I didn't watch it.

But I heard it was everything, and more. Duh. As much as I love my Armenian Barbie, I have ADD. I can't sit through 4 hours of ANYTHING, let alone wedding planning, Kris Jenner's face lift, and Kris Humphrie's sarcastic none-funny jokes. The little of it I did watch, was completely exhausting. I caught the wedding, and the 3 dress changes. Those were the important parts.

Of course everyone on twitter, the land where everyone's opinion is fact, was outraged when Kim got engaged.

"She's just wants to be loved!"

"She just wants to be married!"

"She's a hoe!"

"She's fake!"

I personally, never understood what was so far fetched about a 30 year old woman, at the peak of her VERY successful career, wanting to get married, and starting a family. But I guess most 30 year old successful single women wouldn't want that. Hmph.

Ironically, all the people who we're doing all the judging and what not, where tuned in for the 2 day, 4 hour special. Some funny characters yall are.

Well exactly 72 days after one of the most gigantic, over the top, expensive weddings the world has ever seen, took place....Kimberly filed for divorce. *weeps*

I think the only person who had a worst October 31st then Kim K was probably....myself.

Because everyone knows that Kim and I go as far back as the birth of Jesus....my inbox pretty much EXPLODED when the news erupted:

"I told you so"

"Well Jonathan, what do you think it was going to happen?" And that was just on twitter and FB.

Even my mother called me...

"Jay, I know this is going to be hard. But you know things just happen"

When I walked through the doors at work...everyone stopped and looked at me like they had been talking about me. And then I heard one of them whisper "Who's going to ask him?"

-sigh-

It was a long day. The trending topics. The embarrassment. All the ugly people feeling like they've won because Kim was getting a divorce. I wanted to cry like the Tyra Banks show was coming back on air. It was a catastrophe. I showed my support the best I could.





So what do I think? Well here it is. Do I think the wedding was a sham? No I don't. I think that in Kim Kardashian's mind she really thought that this was going to work. Now, I don't think she was in love with Kris. I do think she was in love with the idea of love, and getting married. Which is completely normal. You and I both have seen people try to make relationships work that CLEARLY...aren't meant to be. I think we could tell by the show that Kris Humphries was a tad bit difficult. He wasn't a "go with the flow" kind of guy like Reggie Bush was. He had an opinion about everything, even when it wasn't needed. He couldn't dress. He IS unemployed. And by Hollywood standards.... he's poor. Reports are saying they broke up because he wanted to move to Minnesota and she wanted to stay in NY/ LA for work. And I believe it. Who the fuck wants to live in Minnesota? I think Kim knew it wouldn't work a long time ago. But like MANY of us have done, she tried to make it work. She's just doing it in the public eye. I believed her when she said she didn't want to disappoint people.

People also have to look at her family and back round. Kris Jenner and Bruce married after 5 months of dating. They've been married for 20 years. Khloe and Lamar were dating for a WEEK before they were engaged, and married a month later. They're still going strong. So I know alot of people thought it was fake, because it was so soon. But in they're world, I seems to be fairly common. Scott and Kourtney have been together the longest, and from what I've read and heard they're relationship is actually the fake one. They said they've been broken up even before Mason was born. You know they know everything.

Now truth be told, it's reality TV. I do go back and forth with whether Kim really did this just for ratings, or if she really thought it would work. We know that much of their life is fabricated for television. Because that IS reality TV. But if it were just for TV, I think that for the sake of TV and her viewers, she would have stayed married longer. That's what makes me think this was a little more personal. I'm sure they knew that they would get negative press for this divorce being so soon. But all press IS good press for the Kardashians. People are going to tune in for her first tell all interview. She will make her media rounds. And we know if she doesn't do anything, she WILL find a way to make money off of this.

So maybe it was real. Maybe it was fake. We'll never know until one of those Kardashian's crack one day and go crazy and spill all their secrets. And when one of them does..i'll be front and center.

What irritates me most, is that people sit around and judge like they wouldn't DIE to live Kim Kardashian's life. Like they wouldn't do this if given the opportunity. The fact of the matter is this, Kim Kardashian gets paid millions on top of millions of dollars because she is beautiful. For no other reason. She capitalizes off of the worlds shallowness, and your mad at her for it? If given the chance to make a living off of taking pictures and endorsing products that you probably never use, YOU WOULD TAKE IT, and I'm not going to believe anything different. She's not famous only because of a simple sex tape. The sex tape was TERRIBLE! She's famous because she was a gorgeous girl ON a sex tape. So many celebrities have released sex tapes and it's not NOTHING for their career. Yet Kim was able to sell hers for 1 MILLION dollars and build and empire..and your mad? If anyone can do what Kim Kardashian does, then go try it and see. I'll wait.

Until then...the fact still remains, even with this divorce hooplah...Kim is still winning. She made $17.9 million off of a $20 million wedding she didn't pay a dime for. She made more then most pop stars and athletes make, on JUST her wedding. That's not even what she made from all of her endorsements, appearances, and tv shows she does. So while yall are laughing and tweeting away criticizing her and what not, she's laughing all the way to the bank. And she's still prettier then you. And you'll still be mad, when she gets married again next year, and gets another lump sum of millions.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Light.


I had a very, very shitty day today.

I try my hardest to stay positive. I try my hardest to see the light at the end of the tunnel. But the days are just getting harder and harder. I go to school, and take stupid classes that teach me things i know won't benefit my life. Then I go to work and talk to people who I think are complete idiots. Then I go back to school to take the one class i actually love (which is an English of course), and then go to the gym to get my 6 miles in. Day in, and day out, its the same routine. I tell myself I shouldn't complain about my job because some people don't even have jobs. I should be grateful that I can work part-time, and still pay all my bills and have a little money to buy clothes (the only other things aside from that English class, that I love). I feel like I'm being a spoiled brat. Maybe I am. Feel free to judge me. But it doesn't change the fact that, that the part of the time that I'm at that job, i hate it. I know we all have to do things that we don't want to do to get where we need to be. So that is what I'm doing. That is what i tell myself everyday. But sometimes it gets rough and i just wanna be like fuck this day. I'm sure everyone has those days.

Often I read other blogs and other people's stories for inspiration. I read other people's struggle to help motivate me to keep going. I'm not the only one in this fight. It doesn't make it any less hard, but it does make it easier to cope with in a sense. It helps me see the light. I watch Oprah's Master Class about her rise to the top of her empire. Such horrible circumstances she went through, all to be where she is today. I read Tyler Perry's story about how he slept in his car for weeks, homeless. How he spent the last of his savings to invest in his company, and now he's the highest paid man in Entertainment. Necole Bitchie, who was also homeless, lost her mother, had fallen down more times then she can count, to now be running one of the most successful blogs on the internet, and still conquering new territories. I know they had many days, hell, even months, where they just wanted to give up.

So I keep going. If they can, I know I can.

Friday, September 2, 2011

All Out Of Fake Smiles.

They say it takes more muscles to frown then it does to smile. I never believed it. I doubt I ever will.

I've worked in Customer Service for the since I was 16 years old. I started off at Express in the mall. It was fun. Back when I actually enjoyed talking to and greeting strangers. Worked there for 4 years. Next I went on to a high end sunglass boutique. Same job, just a bit more challenging. Convincing someone to buy $350 glasses wasn't always easy. Then I crossed over to a more serious job. Working at a cell phone company. A real full time job. With benefits and vacation time. My job was to smile at strangers, and help them, no matter how nasty and rude they are. No matter if they broke their own cell phone and pitched it at my face. No matter if they didn't pay their own bill but couldn't understand why they weren't getting service. I had to smile and be polite. Just like my adult life. I've learned a lot in working in customer service. A lot about people. A lot about myself. A lot about being an adult. But what I've mastered, is the fake customer service smile.

I said my New Years resolution would be to stop worrying about why people choose to do the things they do. I've always had a thing for understanding people's actions towards other people. I've always been like that. I sit back, and I observe. The problem was, that when I would watch people do things to only heighten the problem, not resolve it, I would get frustrated. So it was only healthy for my sanity that I stopped. It was a challenge. But I've been doing it. And my life has been a lot less stressful. I'm less disappointed in people. Yet, it hasn't made me a nicer person. That was the ultimate goal here. If i stopped trying to understand why people do the things they do, I would stop being disappointed in them. Therefor it would kind of restore my faith in people. So many people have disappointed me in my life, I had run out of smiles. This was an attempt to start smiling again.

Well I had started smiling again. After a period in my life I like to refer to as my quarter life crisis (you can read about it HERE) I tried to approach life differently. I set my New Years Resolution and said i would stick with it. I wanted to live a healthier, happier life. That meant surrounding myself with people who didn't make me want to slit my wrists, or people who had poor intentions for me. I started working out more, because to be mentally healthy and happy, you needed to be physically healthy and happy with your body. And... I had just gotten to fat in my depression. For the most part. It worked. I never set expectations for people anymore. I forced a smile on my face no matter how bad the day was. I smiled.

This year, my life has kind of been "Ok" so far. But I've found that not worrying about why people do the things that they do, doesn't excuse the fact that I still see that most people are sel-fish. Now the only difference is, I choose not to care. It kind of spares my feelings in a sense, but seeing how i don't live in this world alone, it still effects my friends and family. I wish we could all not care. But that would just be to easy.

I've watched my best friend in the whole world go through 2 tumultuous relationships. Relationships that i wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Back to back. When we met 4 years ago, she was probably one of the nicest people I've ever met. She's changed so much. She told me the other day that she's not making any new friends. Granted, I had decided that for myself a long time ago, she was different. She kind of had a light that made people gravitate towards her. She always smiled at people. She always spoke to people. But for some reason every person she placed in her life that she allowed herself to love tried to break her spirit. Tried to dim her light. Even her friendships. I watched her loose a friend behind such trivial things. Things that we're happening to me also, but because I had decided I didn't care anymore, I didn't complain. But she was hurt. She cried alot. I always listened. And my response was always the same

"People will be people. And most people, are shit."

I always gave people the benefit of the doubt. She never does anymore. She's sees everything in black and white now. No grey areas. While I'm telling myself I'm trying to see the good in people, she's only sees the bad now. Sometimes I feel guilty because I think I'm taking her light. I can tell, she's tired of smiling to.

Someone else close to me lost a friend that they've had for a while. Behind hear say. Hear say! Like we're in fucking high school. I try my best to talk them through it. Because I care for them it's hard not to feel their pain. I've watched them give their all to people, to receive nothing in return. They're hurting to. While counseling them through it they made me realize something. They told me:

"Your not nicer now because you see the light in people, your nicer because you've given up on people. You smile at people not because you want to, but because you think your expected to."

It made perfect sense. All this time I've been telling myself I'm trying to see the good in people by over looking the fucked up things they do, when actually, I've completely given up on people all together. My smiles are as fake in my adult life, as they are at work.

Yesterday I helped an old couple buy new cell phones. They hadn't gotten new phones in 5 years. I did everything they asked me to do. Gave them new sim cards, which deactivated their old sim cards, making them completely useless. Got all their contacts from their old phones to their new ones, gave them a whole 1 hour tutorial on how to use their phones. Out of the kindness of my fake heart I put my work cell phone number their phone and assured them to call me if they had any problems. I was proud of myself for being so patient with them. My nerves usually get bad after being with a customer for 15 minutes, but I smiled at them the whole hour and 30 minutes i was with them. Later that day, they called my cell phone 4 times. Left 4 messages. All because they wanted their 2 deactivated sim cards. After I explained to them the deactivated sim cards were completely useless they said understood. They called me again at 6am the next morning. For the same thing. I let them come back and get their sim cards that day. I didn't smile not one time.

I've run out of fake smiles. I'm tired. My jaws hurt. I'm exhausted. I don't have the energy. I've run out of it in my social life, as well as at work. I tell myself I'm being nice. I tell myself to smile. But my customer feed back scores at work have consistently sat at 60 out of 100 for the last 2 months. I'm the lowest in the store. My fake smiles aren't working anymore. I don't even have the energy to care.

With the semi-drama surrounding my friend's social life, I don't have the energy to fake smile anymore either. I try to stay neutral, but your always guilty by association. So I would give my best fake smile, to show "Hey I'm neutral." only to have a half ass smile returned. I'm all out of them. Now all they'll get is a frown and a wave. And that's on a good day.

They say it takes more muscles to frown then it does to smile. But I think it takes more energy to smile when you don't have a reason to.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I'm Gonna Be An Uncle!




Ya know, I didn't always like Beyonce.

Back when Destiny's Child 1st came out I was actually a fan of the little short one with the red hair. I can't remember her name. I'm sure you can't either. I liked the group. I thought they were all cool in they're own way. I've always had a thing for girl groups. TLC's Fan Mail was the 1st album I've ever purchased with my own money. From 3LW, Total, 702, and even the Spice Girls. I liked them all. Except Cherish. Gross.

Anyway, when the 2 girls got booted out of the group i immediately blamed Beyonce. Her father was the manager. She was clearly the "leader" of the group. And in interviews, she was very um...not friendly. She interrupted the other girls when they spoke, rolled her eyes way to often, and was always smacking on some gum like it was her last meal. We know you was eating girl. Look at that Bootylicious video. You was WELL FED.

Then the Crazy In Love video came out. I was like..."Hmm...i can dig this." I started to feel her. I loved her and Jay-Z's version of Bonnie and Clyde. She looked amazing in the video. Then that Pepsi commercial with her little shorts. Ok Bey...i see you. When "Dangerously In Love" dropped I became a FAN. She had so many songs that spoke to me. I still listen to "Me Myself and I" every other day. I went and saw her, Missy, and Alicia Keys on they're Women's Tour and everything. I liked her.

I hated her 2nd album. I know, I'm probably the only person in the world who didn't like Bday. I didn't care for many of the videos either. It just didn't move me much. The pop Beyonce didn't really do anything for me. I mean NOTHING.

Then one Essence night I happened to go, and Beyonce happened to be there. The Beyonce Experience. That night changed everything.

Now let me say this. I've never been a Stan for anyone. Ever. I've always liked certain artist alot, but I've never felt like "Oh Myy God when i see them I'm going to cry." I was a huge Aaliyah fan, and i still remember the day she died like it was yesterday, but even then i didn't shed tears.

When Beyonce stepped onto that stage glistening, hair bigger then Gabby Sidibe's arms, thighs like a thorough breed Clydesdale, with abs of a track star, belting out Crazy In Love singing and dancing at the same time...such a rush came over my body i thought i was going to literally..faint. I'd never in my life....sigh.... you get my point.

That was the night I went from FAN..to full blown gun slinging, will CUSS you out and fight you like I haven't know you for years STAN.

Needless to say, since I follow Beyonce's every move, I announced last week on Twitter that she was pregnant, and i was just waiting for the announcement to be mad. She on the night of the MTV awards when she threw that mic down, opened up her Dolce and Gabana blazer, and proudly revealed her bun in the oven (and yes I cried a little) , everyone wanted to know HOW I knew. Well here is how...

1. On July 17th, Beyonce got sick and couldn't finish her ITV show. She got sick. Everybody knows Beyonce is barely human, and never gets sick.

2. She's been clearly been distracted this go around. Ever since "4" dropped Beyonce has been kind of "distracted". I'm sure part is due to her the Manager issues, but I knew it was deeper.

3. The few times she has sang live she's been looking a tad bit exhausted. When she was on the Jimmy Fallon show a few weeks ago, exhausting (Beyonce doesn't get tired) and..a slight buldge in her tight white dress.


4. The rush of the tapping of 4 videos. While everyone thought she was doing this for a video Anthology, I didn't think so. You can't dance to many of the songs on this album so why do a video Anthology? She was doing it because she's going to be out of commision for a while and needs to still some kind of way, promote her album and singles that she will drop over the next 9 months.

5. At the Intimate 4 Intimate Nights at Roseland, she barely danced. She only danced to Single Ladies (which at this point she could do in her sleep), End of Time & Run The World. The fact that no new choreography was done for Countdown was clearly a red flag. And...she was guarding her belly the entire time.

6. The thing that confirmed ANY suspicion I had was when she announced that she was indeed participating in the Tribute to Michael Jackson which will happen shortly. Except she would be there via satellite. Say what? Because you will be where Ms Girl? Last time I checked your calendar (which is daily) you didn't have anything lined up to prevent you from physically being there. Oh yea, except for a baby that you haven't announced yet. I see right through you Honey Bee. Big weave n all.

So...I'm gonna be an Uncle! Congrats Beyonce!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Holy Spear-IT


I consider me and my friends very open minded when it comes to music. We like all different genres of music and artist. With the exception of country. So any concert that will roll through New Orleans, even if we're not particularly a fan, we'll go. Just to get the whole "experience". I feel like a REALLY good performer can make just about anyone a fan. So we'll give just about anyone a try.

When word that Britney Spear's tour, The Femme Fatale, was coming to town, i wasn't even the least bit excited. I'm a fan of Britney Spears. But what I'm not a fan of is the new Granny Spears. After seeing her lack luster "Hold it against me" video, the lifeless interviews, and her being out danced by such a skilled dancer as Rihanna at the Billboard Awards, i was through. I had lost all hope in her. She was gone, and never coming back. I had made the mistake of going to see someone live who i KNEW wasn't a good performer, but hoped she'd be better in person. She had black hair then, now she has red. We won't say any names.

Then i was informed that Nicki Minaj would be there. That's all i had to hear. You know i loves me some Onika.

So after cheating and watching some you tube clips of the tour i did begin to grow some excite. Was Britney actually moving? It seemed like it. But i still wasn't COMPLETELY sold. I just knew that i was going to be put to sleep by the new Britney Zolciak. It would be to good to be true.

Well the night of the concert rolled around. We stopped for drinks first. My roommate who thinks he knows EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING insisted that since the concert started at 7pm and had 2 opening acts, Nicki wouldn't hit the stage till 9pm, and Granny wouldn't limp on stage till 1o pm. But since he DOESN'T know ANYTHING about ANYTHING, we we're still sitting at the bar when i received the dreaded text message: NICKI MINAJ IS ON STAGE

Needless to say we missed most of Nicki's performance. I will livid. I mean EVIL. I wanted to have a full on temper tantrum. I had missed the ONLY person i had came to see. What the shit was i still here for? So i sat there pissed. Fumming.

Finally, the moment everyone else had been waiting for. Lights. Camera. Lots of set props. ACTION. Britney Spears.

5 minutes in, i already knew....there was only 1 way to describe this concert....

ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY MIND FUCKING AMAZING!!!


I was astounded. For 1, Britney looked great. Her body was on point. Her weave was actually sewn in right. She looked awake AND ALERT! Secondly, she was dancing for her dear life. I mean DANCING. I was in SHOCK and disbelief! She worked the crowd. She worked the stage. she climbed up poles. On her performance of UpNDown she danced in a cage like a stripper. I loved every second of it. She did some of her greatest pop songs, and some of her new ones. Did i mention that her weave actually looked decent? She completed slaughtered the S&M remix. I don't know why she didn't do that at the Billboard Awards.

Now i will admit, she isn't the dancer she once was. When she did do the full out 8 count to Slave For you, I could see the difference. But with the stage props, the EXCELLENT back up dancers, and everything around her working in her favor, it would be very hard to notice any flaw in the concert. She had so many outfit changes I lost count. Which was awesome. She even pulled a guy on stage, hand cuffed him to a chair, and sat on his head. It was great. I had the time of my life.

All and all, I stand completely corrected. I don't like to admit when I'm wrong, and normally, i never am. This time, i was completely wrong. Britney Spears was nothing short of epic. I'm still thinking about it a whole week later, and randomly downloading old music from her. If The Femme Fatale is coming to your state, take the word of a very cynical critic, it's well worth it.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Thoughts of a hopeless Romantic..




"Love is everything it’s cracked up to be … It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for."

-Erica Long

No matter how many times my heart has been broken, my feelings crushed, or the tears I’ve shed, I’ll never regret falling in love. I feel so blessed to have experienced something so beautiful in such a monumental way. It’s changed my life. It molded me. It grew me up. It shaped me into the person I’m supposed to be. I’ll never give up on it. I’ll always believe in the power of love.

Monday, June 20, 2011

You Can't Sit With Us.



Ya know, they say you never really leave high school. It's true.

As functioning adults i think it is pretty much a daily part of life to deal with people who you really don't "see it for". You don't like them. Or like a friend of mine sometimes says "I don't USE her." Not everyone is meant to be friends. People have different personalities, different upbringings, and some people are just plain crazy. But because we must act as adults, who are NOT in high school anymore, we have to work/ socialize with people who we simply don't like. I don't see it for MANY people who I'm forced to socialize with on the weekends. Just like I'm sure some of them may not see it for me. Which is completely fine. I'm not here for your approval. Just like your not here for mine. That doesn't mean we can't sit down at the same table and be civil. We don't need each others numbers. We don't have to hang out alone. We may not even hang out again! But we can be cordial. We are human beings.

It seems that the difficulties arise when its the friends who have stopped being friends. Now, in high school, we all know how this would have went. The most powerful (and good looking) person of the clique was who owned your loyalty. If the Regina didn't see it for you, well then the rest of us don't either. Period. You can't sit with us. Have a great day. And if your lucky, we WON'T make your life a living hell. Go find some new (lame and ugly) friends. Problem solved.

In the adult world it doesn't really go like that. I personally, use the Art of Effective Shade Throwing. A few weeks ago, I was forced to sit at a bar for 3 hours with 1 of the only 3 people in the whole world, who I HATE with a burning fiery passion. The entire time i wanted to jump across the table and slap all the saliva out of his mouth. But i didn't. Because I'm an adult, and "You can't just be fighting in the streets like a wild animal!" like my mother told me after a brawl I had 2 years ago at a Super Bowl party. Besides, who really wants to be the asshole who has a problem with EVERYONE. No one wants to be around that kind of person. Anyhow, It was 4 of us, including him at the bar. We talked around each other the entire night. We all engaged in conversation. I didn't roll my eyes or make any sly remarks. I never looked him directly in his face. I never spoke directly to him, nor did he dare speak directly to me. It went fine. Of course anytime he did in fact try to ask me a question directly i answered it, but only in a manner in which it was directed towards the whole group. And I still did NOT make eye contact with him.

When we left my friend said "I thought you and _____ didn't like each other?" and i said "Its whatever, we just don't speak." That's commonly the best response to give when regarding to an ex-friend. Anything more then that will make you look bitter, and probably start some kind of mess. People don't need details. Its none of your business. Save the gossip and innuendo for your real friends.

The next day, the 1 guy of the 3 people in the WHOLE world who i HATE with a fiery passion, who i had sat at the bar with.... sent me a Facebook friend request. I declined. You still can't sit with us.

Moral of the story is, we aren't here to "beef" with people. That's to time consuming, and its rather juvenile. The only person who your loyalty should be to is your REAL friends. (If you don't have one of those at this age then your probably crazy. get help.) We're grown. Contrary to popular belief, we can all get along. Not everyone has to be friends, or even associates, but there is no reason why 2 adults should dislike each other so much that they can't be around each other in a social setting. That's just part of the life of a grown up. Your going to have bosses you don't like, co-workers you can't stand, and friends who have friends who are just complete train wrecks. Your going to have to deal with that. There's no need to be rude. There's no need to be ugly. We can co-exist, and still hate each other. Besides, when it really gets rough, just take to twitter, subtweet your ass off, wait for the hit dog to holler, and once they do (and trust me they will) then...don't respond. Your point has been made, and received. Works like a charm. And a sure way to put a smile on your face.

Again, The Art of Effective Shade Throwing.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

"Inspired" VS "COPIED"



Sunday on the Billboard Music Awards, sometime after a sleeping Britney Spears and a stiff Rihanna took the stage, Beyonce delivered one of the best performances of her career. I won't go into detail. You can view the amazing-ness above. Well not even 24 hours later this video hit the net.



Of course the Beyonce Stans launched a full attack on any blogger who dared post the video. At first i joined suite, but then i after reading an article posted on yahoo (HERE) about the amazing performance i kind of changed my mind. In the article Beyonce's team openly admits that they did in fact draw "inspiration" from the Italian singer, Lorella Cucarrini's performance, and sought out the same graphic designer who did it. Just like she drew "inspiration" from Chicago and added The Cell Block Tango to one of her tours. Just like she drew "inspiration" from a you tube video for her Single Ladies video. Beyonce is so heavily inspired that it makes me actually sit down and question The Queen. What is the difference between "inspiration" and just a down right dirty ol copy cat.

I know all artist draw inspiration from each other. Its no mystery that Lady Gaga is heavily inspired by Madonna. Beyonce's performance style is heavily inspired by Tina Turner. Ciara has mentioned time and time again shes inspired by Janet Jackson. Nicki Minaj....we won't even go there. So whats the difference between being inspired by someone, and trying to BE someone. I remember when Rihanna dyed her hair black and cut it all off, Kelis fans (whoever they may be) had an absolutely conniption fit, like Kelis is the only person allowed to cut her hair. When Rihanna found a new and improved stylist, Kelis claimed to have done that 1st to. The 1st to find a new stylist? I guess girl.

In my opinion, everyone is inspired by something. But you must put your own twist to it, to make it a little bit more original. Beyonce made the Single Ladies video her own. Yes she did see three old white women doing a full out dance routine filmed in 1800 BC. But she added many of her own elements to the video that kind of made it HERS. The intricate choreography. The black and white aspect. The hair style. The matching leotards. I know it doesn't seem like much, but think back to Halloween 2009 when you saw all the fat girls in the leotards...who were they trying to be? You get my point? She made it her own. I can respect that.

We all know anything you can do, Beyonce can do better. That's a given. But i felt like the video above did make me stop and think. Sometimes, i go back and forth. Was it "inspiration" or was it "copying". The graphics used we not left up to her, the designer decided on those. So the similarities as far as that goes, the designer takes full responsibility for. But i honestly feel because Beyonce is placed on a pedestal in the industry, and because seriously ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, SHE CAN DO BETTER, we give her a pass sometimes. And i believe we do that because we believe it will t take away from her greatness as an artist. She's still the greatest performer alive, and definitely one of the most talented women in the industry. But there is a very thin line between inspiration and copying, and Beyonce is dancing on it a little to often (in 6 inch heels and singing at the same time). At the end of the day it just gives the haters a reason to question her greatness.

I firmly believe there is nothing new under the sun. Everything has been done before. So the difference between reinventing something and making it your own vs copying, i guess it's up to the viewer. Many people will argue me down about the Single Ladies video that it was in fact a carbon copy. I don't think so, but you may. So i guess it's left up to the viewer. Its all opinion. Beyonce never seems phased. Neither does Rihanna. Neither does Lady Gaga. Even the great Michael Jackson has been accused of being "overly inspired" by someone. Hell, who knew he didn't invent the moon walk?

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Why Stopped Going To Church.


Its only natural that as you get older you begin to question some things that you were taught growing up. One of the best things about adult hood is that you get to make your own decisions, and choose what and what not you want to believe in. And you don't have to answer to anybody.

I was raised in a very religious home. I went to a baptist church uptown EVERY Sunday, rain or shine, sick or well. My mother was (and still is) the Minister of Music. Up at 8 am for Sunday School, till the service started at 11:30. It ended somewhere between 1 and 2:30 pm. Then I would have to go around and kiss all my "Aunts" like i didn't see them last Sunday, socialize, and smile. You know how it goes, it's an all day event.

I always questioned the little things, that to me, never made any sense or could be applied to things of this time period. Like sex before marriage :What if you never get married? Are you not to have sex? Divorce: I mean seriously, shit happens. What if you marry Ike Turner? But the straw that broke the camels back had to be the views on homosexuality.

I know the Bible is here to show us how to live a good and straight forward life in the eyes of God. Now i consider myself a rather logical person. I'm always down to hear the other person's point of views. I like things that make me question my own thoughts and beliefs. So i went to my Pastor about this issue about 5 or 6 years ago.

"Why are homosexuals going to hell?"

"It's not of God." My pastor responded. "God mad man to lie with a woman. Its a sin"

"So how do they get to heaven?"

"They must repent son. They must leave that blasphemous lifestyle alone and find Jesus. Repent and be baptized."

"But...if they didn't CHOOSE this lifestyle, how are they to leave it alone?"

"God doesn't make mistakes. Prayer and guidance can deliver anyone from a homosexual demon."

"But why is it a sin? Its not hurting anyone?"

"Its not of God. Its not how God intended man to live."

The conversation didn't really phase me. Every answer was pretty much what i figured it would be. Prayer. God. The usual. The bible speaks against Lying. Cheating. Killing. Stealing. And homosexuality. I can understand why lying, cheating, killing, and stealing are considered a SIN. To do any of them, would involve hurting someone else. They all require malicious and devious acts. Being gay doesn't require any. So why being gay a sin? Because the bible says so. And on top it being a SIN, it's not a choice. You choose to lie. You choose to cheat. You choose to kill. You choose to steal. You don't choose what your attracted to. You don't choose who you love. I'm sure if it was a choice, MANY would take the easier route, and choose to be straight. Life is hard enough. I don't know anybody who would choose to be gay. Who would choose to be judged and ridiculed, looked at funny, and constantly reminded that they are going to hell.

So after a few debates with my pastor, WE came to the conclusion that the only way a gay person is making it to God's Big House in the Sky is by simply "choosing" not to live the "gay" lifestyle. To live your life, alone, unhappy, and praying that one day, you will miraculously find the opposite sex attractive. There is NO other way. God does NOT allow gay people in heaven. PERIOD. While the girl who had her baby out of wed lock, says sorry Jesus, gets some holy water sprinkled on her head, and she's all in. Makes perfect sense.

I'm 26 years old. I know i have a lot more living to do. But i know this for sure: Your given one life. Just one. And you have to live it the best way you know how. Life is to short to being trying to fix something that was never broken. And I'm done trying to make sense of things that never made sense in the beginning. The Bible is a book of morals, but at the end of the day, morals are the same as opinions. You can't make me agree with your morals, just like i can't make you agree with mine. As long as your not harming anyone, your fine by me. Unfortunately, the Bible doesn't agree. And that's perfectly fine.

I had a friend who was atheist. He'll argue you down with scientific facts that God isn't real. I'm not here to try to convince you he's right. Nor do i agree with him. I believe in God. And i have my own personal relationship with him. But i also believe that the concept of "religion" is man made, and was made in order to instill morals in us human beings. I can't say where the world would be if the Bible never existed, but i can guess it would be a pretty hectic place. Just like it is now. Humans are not animals. We don't kill to survive or eat. So i can't imagine how much different it would be.

I have a gay friend who goes to church faithfully. Every Sunday (and Wednesday for Bible Study). He's even attempted to "be straight" in order to please Jesus. Granted, i don't judge people for their personal decisions, i can't help but to feel sorry for them. Children are killing themselves because the Bible says they are going to hell for something they have no control over. Because the world won't accept them for reasons that can't be explained aside from "Because its not of God." These people, with the same kind of human blood coursing through there veins, aren't allowed to marry who they love, like some kind of mutant, ALL because America believes in this book of morals that speaks against their life style. With no reason to support it. Meanwhile we have reality shows where people get married just to be on television and a check. Drunk people are getting married for fun in Vegas at the little chapel down the street.

Like I said before, I consider myself a very logical person. I do try my very hardest to see the other side of every argument. But you Christians really have me stumped on this. Especially with the ones with the broken hymen or 2 year old child...but no wedding ring. So you can keep your Bible. And your morals. And your Preacher in his big body Benz, telling people how to live their life. Until the Bible receives an update, you can have your religion to. I'll fend for myself. That's why i stopped going to church.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Poor Pussy Management.


So here we have a uniquely beautiful girl named Amber Rose. She was the girlfriend of foul mouth super star asshole, Kanye West. We thought this girl was going to be the next Kim Kardashian. I mean she was all over the blogs, making all kinds of appearances, taking Fashion Week by storm, all because she was Kanye's beautiful bald headed barbie doll. She definitely could have capitalized off of her new found fame. Just like Kim K did with her sex tape. But instead what did Ms. Rose decide to do? Well 1st, Kanye dumped her. But she's famous enough now to do something with her name. But does she? Of course not. She runs around for about 6 months with a bunch of different male celebrities, makes out with some video girl, gains 20 pounds, and finally decides to settle down with some boy with a blond striek of hair in his head. Now she randomly gives these "I don't know why people think I'm a hoe." speeches whenever some random radio host decides to lend a helping hand and act like she's still relevant. She hasn't a clue why people would assume shes a hoe, when she's photographed with a different man every other week. Making out with video girls in front of the paparazzi, and walking around Miami top less. No clue at all. This, is a prime example of poor pussy management.

For some reason or the other beautiful girls don't understand how "blessed" they are to be beautiful. I say "blessed" because being beautiful is a gift from God. Everyone is not beautiful. You can listen to that "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" bull, but the fact of the matter is there is a general perception of what "beautiful" is today. And not everyone meets it. It sucks, and i'm sorry that i have to be the bearer of bad news, but it's very true. You won't find a man on this earth who doesn't find Halle Berry attractive. And if you do, that same man will either find Fantasia Barrino attractive, or.... Will Smith. it just is, what it is. Beauty is a blessing. Capitalize off of your gift.

Beautiful girls have the advantage that other girls don't. Men will put up with a little more bull shit from the beautiful girl. Men treat the beautiful girl better. Men are LESS likely to leave the beautiful girl (not cheat, but actually LEAVE). Now this only applies if you MANAGE YOUR PUSSY PROPERLY.

Here's how NOT to manage your pussy:

1. Don't fuck every boy you meet. We're all adults. We have sex. I understand that, as most men will. But when way to many guys can say they've "hit that".....you loose value. QUICKLY. No man wants a girl who his friend, friend's cousin, friend's cousin's bestfriend, and step daddy, done "hit". It is a double standard, but again, this comes with being a woman. Not everyone deserves to get your "goodies". Have some respect girl. I know temptation can be rough, but think about the lasting effects. You look good! Know your worth!

2. Sleeping with lames only lowers your stock. By lames i mean men who aren't worth shit. No car. No Job. Lives with his momma. But at every party every weekend. How hard do you think Kanye West is laughing at Amber Rose when he sees pictures of her all out of shape in some sketchers walking around with that skinny boy with the blond thing in his head? She looks like she has a buffet in her back yard. And he looks like he's never been to one. If you with a man who isn't worth shit, that speaks volumes about your self-esteem.

3. Stop telling people your business. Your business, is YOUR BUSINESS. What you do, only you need to know. Keep your shit tight. if you don't know where i'm going with this, you've probably already talked to much have been managing your pussy poorly.

Here's How to Manage your Pussy Properly:

1. Don't EVER, get caught slipping. You have a reputation to uphold. On those days that you just don't feel like making your self look decent, don't feel like combing your hair, or getting dressed....stay home. The moment someone sees you looking a MESS, the word will spread. Your stocks will plummet.

2. Be independent. Ladies have no idea how attractive that is. The only men who don't think it's attractive are the ones who are self conscious and want you to depend on him to make him feel like a man. Besides, when your independent, it will make the man act like less of an ass. See, when you "need" him, he can do whatever he wants. But if he knows you can drop him like a bad habit and keep it moving on to the next, he has to stay on his shit. It almost is like a motivational thing. If your on your shit, only a man who's on his shit will be able to keep up.

3. Be mysterious. Men are curious by nature. That's half of the reason why we cheat so much. It rouses interest when we see someone we've never seen before. And when we ask "What's her background" and the usual response is "I don't know." well that just makes us even hungrier. You know men are thirsty. Like dogs.

The fact of the matter is most women don't know how much power they could have if they just managed their pussy properly. Amber Rose at the height of her fame, easily could have gotten a reality show. Wrote a book about her troubled life like Toya Carter did. Gotten some endorsements. SOMETHING! She was already a plus size model! But she didn't. She fell off. Gained weight, now she's sleeping with that boy WITH THAT BLOND STRIEKE...smh. Poor. Pussy. Management.

Some examples of Proper Pussy Management:

Kobe Bryant's Wife Vanessa Bryant. A prime example of where being beautiful can get you.

Kim Kardashian. Beautiful girl, who's claim to fame was a sex tape. Now she makes 10 mill a year and took her whole family with her to the top. That's some proper pussy management!

Beyonce Knowles. Obvious reasons, she locked down one of greatest rapper alive. Can you imagine how many hoes Jay-Z's ugly ass had? But he decided to marry her. He's Jay-Z.

Lala Vasquez. Everyone gave her shit for being engaged for 6 years and nobody thought she would be married. Now look at her. Career at an all time high and married to a man who just signed a 60 million dollar contract.


Some Examples of Poor Pussy Management:

Amber Rose. (see above) She'll be back stripping by next year.

Christina Milian. She married The Dream, who clearly doesn't like women, and signed a prenuptial agreement. Girl, nap time.

Cassie. Everyone knows shes sleeping with Diddy. Yet, he still won't give her a 2nd album. Her relevancy is next to none (unless you blog).

Now i'm not saying be a gold digger (even though that is always the best choice: read all women should be gold diggers), I'm simply saying know your worth. If you have a good job, a car, and your own home, nothing is wrong with expecting the same out of a potential mate. Why would you WANT to date someone who has less? You moving backwards in life. Poor Pussy Management.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Listen up Angry Black Man....


In 2005 Hurricane Katrina caught everyone in the city of New Orleans off guard and ram shacked our city with way to much wind, and a lot more water. My home, all my clothes, and my beautiful 1997 Gold Expedition all drowned as a result. Fast forward a few months later, my parents up and decided to buy me a new car. So we went to the Toyota Dealership. After much yelling screaming and eventually..crying, they bought me a brand new 2005 Scion. Not the nice 2 door one. No, that would have been to nice of them. The XA. The ugly 4 door hatchback. So ugly I named it Celie. One of the most depressing days of my life.

I drove Ms Celie for 5 years. 5 long years. Until February of 2011 when I decided i wanted something new. I work hard, why not? I bought myself a brand new silver 2011 Camaro. I named her Buffy, Buffy The Body. And i love her.

I've had Buffy for almost 2 full months now. I've been pulled over by the cops at least 5 times in those 2 months. Running red lights? Nope. Speeding? Nope (i'm actually still trying to adjust to how fast it is, so i RARELY go above 50). I have all the appropriate tags and everything else a car should have to AVOID getting pulled over. But for some reason the police STILL find the need to pull me over. And every time, the cop just so happens to be white. They search my car. Frisk me. Run my license. Check my insurance. The whole nine yards. Once they see i don't have the same kind of guns like T.I. and figure out i am somewhat educated because i talk properly, they let me go. Same routine every time.

Now i could have a conniption fit every time a cop pulls me over for no reason. I could be the Angry Black Man. But we know the only place that would end me up is in jail. In those hideous jump suits. Everybody knows I'm not jail material. Those black and white stripes aren't my color. And, they are a tad bit late if you ask me. We won't even begin to talk about the foot wear.

As a black man, i know that white America is always looking for me to mess up. I know they are waiting for me to do something small and feeble that they can blow out of proportion, just to lock my black ass up. They are just WAITING for me to be a "statistic". And I'm not even FAMOUS. I'm just your average everyday 25 year old black man trying to get to and from work in my new car that i bought because i saw on Transformers. Nothing more, nothing less.

This is why Chris Brown pisses me off. Here we have one of the most talented kids of our generation, having temper tantrums and breaking windows like the ANGRY BLACK MAN (on Good Morning America i might add) America ALREADY thinks he is. All because he was caught off guard about questions regaurding The Rihanna Incident, which is something he will probably be asked about for as they both shall live. There are so many things we could ask Chris, but they want to talk about that. It did happen 2 years ago. And we are over it (if your not slap yourself, and get over it). But it did happen, and people WILL keep talking about it. Rihanna still gets asked questions about it (when they really should be asking her who her vocal coach is) and she answers them with poise. Chris needs to do the same. The media is GOING to exploit you when your famous. That's their job. Either use it to your advantage, or to your disadvantage. All the media does is REPORT it. So you have a tantrum, it will be reported, if you don't, guess what...there's nothing to report. Beyonce doesn't like questions about Jay Z. But when she gets them she does the best she can to work her way around them, and if she can't she ques her guard dog, Tina Knowles, who simply flashes the interviewer her gold House of Derion pistol that sits on her waist as a signal to shut the fuck up. Chris has resources to all the media training in the world. I'm sure that its hard when it feels like the world is against you, but guess what, they pretty much are.

I won't lie, it does suck that Charlie Sheen can brag about being on drugs and sleeping with porn stars and America applauds it. They think its hilarious. But when Lil Wayne does the same thing he's called a thug, and is ridiculed for it. If Charlie Sheen were a black man, the media would ROAST him. Unfortunately, its just the cards we are dealt. That's the life of a black man vs a white man. So we as the black man, have to do better then them. If i can't drive around my new car and not get pulled over every 3 days by some racist cop, then no Chris, you can't promote yourself and your (really good) album without some uncomfortable questions about your past. The only difference between us is that your getting millions of dollars to do it.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

How black is black enough?


I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana. Born and raised. Home, where the creole's originated. The black people down here are literally all different shades. To be completely honest, it's to the point where its hard for us to distinguish pretty much any other race from black. I remember having a debate with one of my friends years ago about whether Eva Longoria was black or not when Desperate Housewives first came on air. She looked just like SO many of our friends. I knew she wasn't black, her last name was a dead give away for me, but Lacy swore she was black. After some research of course we discovered she isn't black. Same with Christina Milian, especially when that movie with the boy who's married to Mariah Carey came out. I even remember how devastated i was when i found out that Carmen Electra and Fergie WEREN'T at least half black! Seriously, it may sound crazy, but that's just how light skinned our blacks get down here in Louisiana. I always joke that i could never go anywhere else and have a race discussion because being from here has seriously altered my idea of what light skinned and dark skinned is.

For some reason or the other Beyonce and her skin color has been a hot topic this week. At one point people were actually saying she "bleached" her skin. I swore i wouldn't read comments under Necole Bitchie and The Young, Black, and Fabulous anymore, and i definitely should have gone wit my better judgment. Look, we have this issue every year with her. Beyonce lives in New York City. And in case you didn't know, when its cold outside, and the sun isn't out as much, people of color miraculously get lighter. Its not a very hard equation. Does Beyonce tan? OF COURSE. So does every person of color when they want to be a bit darker. Whats the big deal? Of course her new blond hair didn't help any. So because she's so light, she's of course...Michael Jackson.

"She wants to be Gwenth Paltrow's sister."

"She wants to be white."

"She just set black people back 100 years"

Now Beyonce is catching slack for having a black face in her most recent photo shoot with a french magazine L' Official. In the shoot she was dressed in African themed clothing, and wore a black face in tribute to a famous African Activist Fela Kuti. Well apparently Beyonce wasn't black enough to do this. The comments sections ERUPTED. And i again, went against my better judgment and read the ignorance. It's really to the point where you just have to laugh to keep from crying for our people. Beyonce is BLACK. She has never claimed to be anything else. Her grandmother, who's from New Orleans, was creole. Need a history lesson?

Creoles are the descendants of the french and Spanish colonial settlers before the Civil War. Of course, they mixed and mingled with the blacks, and the term Creoles of Color came about around the 19th century. So it comes down to a mix of french, spanish, black and some native American. Now a days the word is thrown around so loosely its appalling. Is creole black? YES. Its a sub-culture. Of course the one drop rule is very real in Louisiana, so if you look ANYTHING but white, white people consider you black. They get it. Why don't we? Halle Berry said it best. She defines her race by how America is going to view her. Yes she's half white, but we all know she can be called a "nigger" just like the rest of us. She isn't denying her other half, its just about being realistic. Now of course I'm sure in a conversation she would go into detail, but to the world, shes black, so she says shes black. Its not like Lala Vesquez who actually ISN'T black at all,but can play a black role in a film because she looks black. Halle looks black because she's half black.

I don't understand why WE can't seem to move past this color barrier. Every time a black person belittles another about their skin color we take another step backwards. Its like a domino effect. And i can't for the life of me understand why we can't move past this. We come in all shades and colors. No color makes you more beautiful or attractive then the next. Like i said, being from New Orleans can really alter how you view color and race. I won't lie and say that I've never been told "I usually don't date people as dark as you." But i feel like, hey, that's your loss. Lil Wayne who's from New Orleans, thinks "I betcha she looks better red". I'd be surprised with all the drugs in his system that he can even still distinguish the color of grass, let alone the skin color of the multiple random women he meets in the club at night and ends up sleeping with. But that's his preference, and his loss. I've meet people in this city with serious color complex issues, and i have to be so thankful that my mother raised my sister and I to believe we are beautiful no matter how dark we may get over the summer. I've meet people who only date light skin people, I've meet people who only date dark skin people. There are people who think if you have light skin and a different grain of hair your more BEAUTIFUL then others, even if you look like a pit bull. And then I've meet people who HATE every light skin person with a different grain of hair for the simple fact they themselves are not light skinned with some "good hair", because that's what they believe is beautiful, and they aren't satisfied in their own skin. Its crazy how we give something as SKIN COLOR and HAIR so much POWER! Especially when we have so many other issues we can be dealing with in our community. Why don't we put that same energy into trying to educate our black people. The number of black men in jail is rising more and more every year. Lets talk about that. But no, that's not what we want to talk about. We want to talk about how Beyonce is to light so she must want to be white.

I've said this before and I'll say it again. Sometimes i think being black is just one big social experiment. Made for the white people to sit back and laugh at us. Laugh as we tear each other down about who's hair is better or who's skin is lighter. They laugh at how when our people make money we spend it on cars and clothes and $50,000 chains instead of investing. We're never satisfied with what is done for us, we always want more. We are crabs in a bucket. And its disgusting. I would love to say "I can't wait to see the day when we as a race will do better", but being as real as Beyonce's pale skin, i know we won't. This is it for us. I don't think I've ever realized how TRULY bliss ignorance is, until now. I know we will never move past these issues. We will always see the short comings of the Oprah's and the Tyler Perry's of the world. Not the leaps and bounds they've made to be where they are today, or the barriers they have broken FOR us. Lil Wayne won't stop swearing that he bet his bitch looks better red, nor will he stop drinking whatever the fuck that is in his cup. The glass will always be half empty, her hair will always be "good" and her skin will always be to light to be right. And that's just that. Let the coonery continue.

**This is the que for the church choir to start singing**

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Is Twitter Real?


Twitter has to be one of the funniest social networks ever created. At any given moment you can go ahead and say what ever comes to your random mind to basically the world (depending on how many followers you are) with 1 simple tweet. I love twitter. Especially when TV shows are on. Everyone's a comedian. Everyone has an opinion. And its always great to see everyone's opinion. The ones who matter, and then some that don't (if i'm following you, you matter to me, if I'm not, then...you get the point.)

Twitter also gives you the opportunity to bring yourself closer to people who you may have only been acquaintances with. I think it does that because when you choose to follow someone on twitter your basically saying "I'm interested in you." You get to see how this person really is (or how they want you to believe they are) and you have the option to comment on everything they say. Twitter has brought me closer with alot of people that i've known for years but never had much more then a "hi" and "bye" relationship with. At the same time, it's made me hate some people who have known for years, and i don't speak to them anymore. Thats when we utilize the unfollow button. That pretty much says "I'm no longer interested in you. Get out of my life and my time line with your foolishness. Fuck. Your. Thoughts." Right? Well that's what the person being unfollowed is going to believe at. So we'll just keep it at that.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Why I Write

Yesterday was my 1st day in English class of this semester. My professor, a quirky little white girl that looks like she came straight of out Urban Outfitters, asked me why do i write. It was actually an essay she had us read. And it made me think. Why do i write? Then i felt compelled to write, why i write.

As far back as i can remember i have always wrote stuff for fun. I used to write these short stories and send them to school with my sister. She would read them to the class and always come back and tell me how much everyone loved them. And then she'd have me write another 1. Id write like 1 a week, and it kinda turned into a ritual. She loved it. It felt appreciated. So i wrote more. For her and her class. I also had a friend who lived out of state, and i would send him this 100 page stories that i would write. Total fiction. That was back in the day when i was obsessed with comic books. But i just had all these crazy stories wrapped up in my head and i can't explain the joy i got from just laying it all down on paper. Back then i was more strict than i am now. I used to hand write everything in some .99 notebooks, and then i would get on my mother's computer and write it again. And then i would print it all out. My mother used to fuss at me because i used to much printing paper.

I think that is why i know i have to be a writer. Its the only thing in this world that i can do that i really LOVE doing. Of course now i want to write about different things. I've always be fascinated with art. So i could write for days about the the art of fashion. The way someone dresses. Their style. Why i like it, or why i hate it. Or how something (or someone) is beautiful to me. Why they are beautiful. What makes them so beautiful and striking. Features in someones face that make them look different. Someones hair. The color. How that color or style compliments their face or their skin tone. I could go on for days.

Then there is the thing called an "opinion". I have an opinion about everything. And i want to be heard. And i want you to agree. Or disagree. But i want you to be invested in what i have to say. I want an explanation. To everything. I feel like that's why I'm alive. To know the answer. Everything has a formula. And i want to know it. I NEED to know it. So i can dissect it. And analyze it to the best of my ability. And then write it out.

At one point in time i thought i wanted to be a journalist. And even though i have a very strong passion for journalism i still think I'm a bit to judgmental. Journalist have to be biased towards a lot of things. And i couldn't do that. So i write. I write it all down, to get it all out, and post it here for you guys to see. To read what i have to say. To see my point of view. And to agree. Or disagree.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Top 5 Best Dress Men in Hollywood

5. Usher
Usher was the 1st guy who i ever recognized as somewhat of a fashion icon (at like 13). His whole blazer with the baseball hate era set trends. I remember laughing seeing all the guys come into basket ball games with their dad's over sized blazer on trying to imitate Usher's music videos. I think he has a real simply style. But classic. It will never get old.



4. Pharrell Williams
Give me labels. And more labels. And MORE labels. And you have Pharrell. His style is dope. And then he cleans up and switches it up like its nothing. He originated the man bag. And for that he gets all the praise. Even though i would never be bold enough to do it.



3. John Legend
This man is the Classic GQ model. Head to toe. Everywhere he goes. He's probably who i most admire as far as his style because of my personal style. He's always tailored. Always. Everything he puts on looks like it was made just for him.



2. Kanye West
You give a gaudy queen some millions of dollars and this will be the results. The Glamazon know as Kanye West. He will see something in a women's store, and have it made for himself. And i don't know if its because of his name, or because he might Taylor Swift you, but it gets done. Just make his fur coat. And it better be the best coat of all time.



1. Swizz Beats
I don't exactly know when Swizz Beats turned into this person, but he went from 0-10 over night. This man was one of the designers for the men's christian loubiton shoe line. And those shoes are probably the best shoes I've ever seen. In my LIFE. His style is timeless, yet has a hip/hop edge to it.

Top 5 Best Dressed Women of Hollywood

5. Victoria Beckham.
I can always admire a mother who still gives it her all. Posh Spice never misses a beat. This woman is the epitome of a glamorous Hollywood woman. And she can pull off any look she feels, and do it without flaw. Her style is very classic and she always sticks to what she knows.



4. Keri Washington
Keri is seriously slept on. I've been saying this since I 1st saw her grace the red carpet. This girl can dress. She always keeps it simple, but always makes a statement. And nothing is simple about that.


3. Rihanna
Even though our favorite Bajan Princess's style has been on bed rest, it doesn't mean she can't be recognized. Rihanna may not always deliver a look I necessarily care for, but she is going to deliver A "LOOK". A "LOOK" that will set trends. No matter how ridiculous it may be. And for every time she looks like a mad woman, she will turn around the next day and look completely sickening. She's a true chameleon.


2. Kim Kardashian
Now unlike the other women mentioned above, Kim doesn't have a touring schedule or movie to shoot. Kim's job is to look flawless, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And she pulls it off, and does it effortlessly. And even when Kim is bumming (which i've only seen 1 time) she will throw on a Birkin bag just to let you know "Hey, I'm richer then you."


1. Oprah Winfrey
To execute a look day in and day out ALONE, deserves the number 1 spot. But to do it at any size, now THAT's phenomenal. Oprah pulls it off, every. single.day. From her smallest size, to her largest, Oprah will look AMAZING.I mean seriously, Designers make looks to cater to this woman, just because of her name. I'm bet her bed sheets are custom made. Now that's MONEY. (2.7 billions dollars to be exact.)