What Kind of Fuckery Is This?!

What could possibly possess a person to want to do such a thing? Im sure the ASPCA needs to be informed about this. Or PETA. Someone needs to do something because we can not have these two perverts breeding.

Bathroom Horror

One thing I can not stand about going into public restrooms is going in when someone is currently using it. I do not like to use the bathroom directly after someone so I usually go into the stall without the running toilet. Today I went into the bathroom at work. It's usually empty so I thought I would be safe for a quick tinkle-wash-&-go. To my surprise there was an older lady in there already. She seemed to be just standing in the mirror. There are only 2 stalls in the bathroom and she happened to be standing right in front(blocking) the one closest to the door. I had no choice but to go into the one with the flowing toilet. As soon as I stepped in I could smell the scent of umm...usage? I nearly gagged. As quick I could jump out of there I did. I was going to go into the other stall but she went in quicker than I could get out. It must have been a sight to see, me trying to maneuver my way around this little old lady. In the end I had to use the stinky stall. I pulled my shirt over my nose and rushed through my task. I think I might just start traveling with a small can of air freshener just for moments like those.

Solange Shaves Her Head

When I first saw this pic I fell in love. Not too long ago I did the same thing. Some people thought I was crazy, some people thought I was going through relationship issues, and some people thought that I was the bravest woman in the world. I may not be the bravest woman in the world, but I was brave nonetheless. Stepping out from the chains that shackle black women in America was a bold move. I, as well as millions of women have done the same thing. I can not begin to describe the feeling of freedom you feel when you cut it all off. I can honestly say that I've never felt so beautiful. I'm glad she decided to free herself from that bondage. More women should jump on the bandwagon.

Excuse me, Sir?

Last night I was invited to a house warming party for one of my sorority sisters. I had just gotten off of work at midnight and wanted to freshen up and change before going. Originally I had on a very revealing top, but that didn't matter much at work because I have a uniform shirt. So, I went home and changed into a t-shirt that was less revealing. I knew the host and one other person that was there. I usually try not to draw attention to my chest because, well, they are kind of like a big deal. For those that actually read my blog I just posted about my love hate relationship with my boobs. The attention men like to throw at them does not flatter me at all. Any how, I get to the party and she introduces me to some of her coworkers, most of them just happen to be males. We get into a conversation about sobriety. At this point I had only had one drink, even though it was strong I could hold it pretty well(I am not an alkie!). One of the guys is absolutely intrigues by the fact that I can handle my liquor so well. He says I must be a camel. I find that remark funny so I add " I guess I keep it in my hump". Then he throws in "which one?". I swiftly put him in his place because A. He didn't know me; B. It's rude to comment on someones body; and C. I found it extremely disrespectful. He apologized and I accepted his apology but it made me view him differently. Was I wrong? I know I'm good for going off on someone for coming out of their mouth the wrong way, but when it comes to me and my body I can be extra fierce. I feel like I have every right. We ended up mending our differences and had a great rest of the night.

I've Got Big Boobs!

My mother always told me that her biggest fear was that I would grow to have boobs like my fathers side of the family. Her fears were confirmed when I began to develop at the tender age of 6. I am not lying. She took me to the doctor because she thought it could be breast cancer(my mom is quite a drama queen). I remember him touching my chest and saying "Oh, they're just breast". By the age of eight I was already in big girl bras, a size 34 B. Not too long after I shot to 36 C. I stayed at that size for some time. 36 C might not seem that big, but I was a petite little lady. That all changed my first year in college. Most of my freshmen pounds were deposited directly into my boobs. Most girls would have been overjoyed, but this meant that I wouldn't stand a chance wearing some of the cute little tops that my counterparts were wearing. I couldn't wear anything that would not allow me to to wear a bra. If I tried to be cute without one in a tube top I might just end up with the tube top around my belly. That might be fun for some people but definately not me! These boobs have stayed growing over the years pushing me into the double letters, and you dont even want to know what number.

I'm good with dealing with them, but I've got some complaints. First, my back always hurts. ALWAYS! Second, I always have a touch time fitting them into things. My arms, shoulders, and stomach might fit into a shirt but definately NOT my boobs. It always looks like Im busting out of shirts. I cant do buttons for fear one might pop off and strike someone in the eye. Lastly, they incite me to violence. Whenever I catch someone looking at them or making an obscene comment I fly off the handle. I can't help it. Just because they are large DOES NOT give someone permission to belittle me. A lot of guys think that they can say whatever they want about a woman's body and she should take it as a compliment. I do not find it flattering. Flattery would be commenting on my witty personality, or my amazing conversation skills, not the niceness of my tits. They are a part of my body, just like eyes, and I resent them being objectified.

This is not a post about me hating my boobs. Because honestly I love them. They are amazing and they are a part of me. We just run into these issues every now and again. I'm sure many women know about this love/hate relationship with boobs. The hate part comes out of frustration or agitation. All in all I could not live without them. Big, supple, soft, amazing my boobs!

Natural Extensions. huh?

Someone posted this video in a hair forum. I can't say that I'm offended. There actually are people that ignorant in this world. I used to be one of them. I would just go to a store and buy a product because of what the company said it was, not what the product had in it. Although I only sported a weave once(in order to emulate Beyonce), I was fully aware of the falseness of it in spite it being marketed as human hair. The fact of the matter is that millions of African American women are completely ignorant of what they put on or in their hair. Since I decided to go back to my natural hair I have taken notice of not just my hair products but also anything I put into my body. More people need to do the same. I think the video adequately displays the mentality of many black women.

16 & Pregnant

MTV's 16 and Pregnant - MTV Shows

This show scares the sh** out of me. I'm in my twenties. I think MTV is trying to repair some of the damage its caused to society. It seems like every episode is a Scared Straight for teenage girls, not so much the boys tho. I think there is a very important message to the show. Having sex might be fun, and you might think you and your partner are in love, but when the baby comes everything changes. It will be interesting to see a follow up show in a couple of years, and to see the lives these people are living. I hope teenage girls across America are taking heed.

The Game

Although I have only watched the show a handful of times, I can honestly say that I love it. I never wanted to commit myself because I feared that as soon as I dedicated my time to tuning in it would be canceled. It eventually was, but then BET picked up the reruns. I just found out that the network is in talks to purchase the rights and start filming a fourth season. I will keep my fingers crossed for this one!

Sometimes...

I wonder what mischief our former president is getting himself into these days.






Whoever thought it was a good idea to put a comedian in the White House was clearly onto something!

I Would Walk 500 Miles...

Well, not really. The most I have walked is 6.5. But it's a start! I'm kind of over driving. I love my car but the ole girl is getting stressed I believe. This morning I set out to walk from my house on the Southside of RVA to the downtown area. I have never walked that far alone. At first I wanted to change my mind, but good old Fantasia came on my Ipod. Something about the song "I Believe" just kept me going. I had to laugh at the corniness of it really. Its one of those power ballads. Anyway, my feet started to hurt shortly after the song finish, then my ovaries started aching. I knew it was the devils work so I had to shake it off. I made it the whole 4+ miles without stopping or getting a ride. I'm not going to lie, the thought crossed my mind. When I got to work I felt so accomplished. If it wasn't so hot outside it might have been enjoyable. I can't wait for the fall. The cool air is so necessary.

My President is NOT a pervert.

Nuff said. Oh, those French!

Chocolate High

This song makes me want a boo. Just a little, not enough to make me go and find one. For the time being I will just groove to this.

I just want to pay my bill!!!

Why is it that people who work customer service have the nastiest attitudes? I just wanted to pay my utility bill at the city's public service building. I went in, upon seeing a room full of people I went up to the information desk and simply asked if I had to take a number to pay a bill. The lady at the desk had to take a break from her conversation with her coworker to answer me. She told me I needed to go to the back of the room. When I got to the back I asked a lady that was standing back there if that was where I go to get a number. She mumbled something inaudible. I finally just went up the the counter for payment services and got serviced right away. Maybe I was unclear about my intentions when I approached the desk or maybe she was just an idiot. I'm betting on the latter. People in customer service need to realize that no one cares that you hate your job. If its that serious just quit! Or they can wait until they get enough complaints to get them fired. I'm over it!

Oh, the rain...

Why is it that rain always dampens a mood. I woke up feeling extra lazy today. I had the toughest time getting out of my bed(it is really comfy). Now, I'm sitting at work until midnight, looking out at the gray sky and raindrops falling. It kind of makes me depressed. I would much rather be cuddled up in bed watching TCM and drinking ovaltine. Maybe next Sunday.

This never gets old!