Quickie: Head up, Hope high!

   This message has been sitting in my spirit since this morning so I feel the need to share. I know alot of people are trying to improve their situations/lives right now, and it's tough. Be encouraged, stay inspired, uplift yourself, stay driven! Keep your thoughts on the positive side even when you feel low. As you continue to do this you will notice positive changes in your life because you're attracting them. Remember that you are responsible for your own happiness, and a large part of that depends on your mindset. Also, work on surrounding yourself with positive vibes and uplifting personalities. Be inspirational. You never know who's watching you. Do whatever you have to do to stay uplifted. Good luck to you all!

Your Sister in Grind,
Wilena

P.s., Shout out to my future sis-in-law Yasmin! Girl you inspired the words in this post with your relentless positivity. Keep grinding.

So Guess What I Just Noticed?

.......that I never really completed that "30 Day Letter Challenge" thing. Can you say "inconsistant #denamug"? Chiiiile...
Just wanted to share that. Carry on.

30 Letter Challenge

       I'd originally spotted this on Simply X. D. earlier this morning. I read it. Then I sat down, thought about it long and hard, then decided to go ahead and do it. There's a lot that I need to say, and this seems like a very good way to do it. I'm not really sure if it's supposed to be just a Tumblr thing or not. Nor do I care. I'll post my letters on AIR+G and WIL! for the thrill of it. I want to see more people participate, I want to read more letters. Actually, I'm excited about this. Here's the challenge:
Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Flickty Flick Time: Love Lives in the Leaves. The House on Katherine St.

A little something I took with my phone while we were out an hour ago. We were out & about in our old neighborhood in front of Lee Memorial Hospital and saw a house that we fell in love with. It's for sale by owner with a sad story behind it. The owners are siblings who's mom had lived in the house for years until she had to be put in a nursing home where she recently passed. The house is  built old Florida style with an absolutely beautiful and secluded backyard. It's perfect for a garden, and it already has a clothes line in the back. Yeah, old school! Needs a little work, but it's houses like this that make me fall in love with Florida all over again. God Bless the house on Katherine St.!

Is Kissing Cheating? And The Glorious Apple Scene.

Okay, so the subject is interesting. Is kissing considered cheating? In my book it definitely is an act of disloyalty, but quite a few people seem to disagree. The main excuse seems to be "it's just a kiss. What's the big deal?" Well, I'd say that if it was just a regular peck, I'd be fine. But when you go in like the dude in this video does with the apple, then we have a serious problem. How you figure that's "just a kiss"? Help me understand how you seen innocence in the act of licking the back of someone else's throat besides your significant other? But again, that's just my opinion. Anywho, enjoy the apple scene!

Self Love

Yesterday I saw a video that disturbed me in the oddest of ways. It was a clip from the Wendy Williams Show from her interview with Stacy Dash. Now Stacy Dash is obviously a very beautiful woman, so we would naturally think that she'd have no real issues with her self worth and all. But when she started talking about how she'd never been single since the age of 17 and that she needed a man to define her and to tell her that she was beautiful so that she'd believe it, it shocked the hell out of me. And it got me to thinking. Now she's in her 40's and she's finally starting to love herself and see the light. How long will it take women younger than that to come to that same epiphany?

       Lately I've been hearing the same thing over and over. "You need a man." or "You need to get you some", blah blah blah. And time and again I simply shake my head. No, you shouldn't need anything or anyone on that level. You should want it. Never confuse wants and needs, especially where people are concerned. The only human being that you should absolutely want and need, without question, is yourself. Loving and appreciating yourself, taking time to discover and enjoy you, and knowing your self worth are the first steps to having and enjoying healthy relationships with others. It's perfectly okay to be by yourself every once in a while to work on you. When you know your self worth you'll see where you stand with others in your life.

        Now if you sit down and do a self evaluation, and notice that your significant other does not hold you in high esteem as you hold yourself or them, then you should address the issue immediately. Tell them that you want to be treated better, that your position should be much higher than what it currently is in their considerations. After all, do you not do the same thing for them all day every day without fail? If they choose to work on that part of the relationship then you should stick it out with them. If they refuse to do so, then they're showing you exactly what time it is. It's perfectly okay to let go if they don't have your best interest in heart. Show others how to love you better by loving yourself better.You will only be given as much love as you give yourself. And if that means that you have to break away from them in order to work on loving you, then so be it. By practicing self love we reclaim ourselves. So many women choose to wrap ourselves and our lives around others. So much so to the point where they lose their sense of self over time. They feel like they simply cannot exist without the other. They feel like they simply will not be whole without the other. But I believe that when you walked into the relationship, you were whole. And when you leave it, you should still be whole. So if you have to take a break to rebuild yourself, to make yourself "whole", then that's fine. In time you'll learn to love that whole that is you.

       You are you, and you should love every piece of you. How do you expect others to do so if you don't do it yourself?

Cocky?! Exit. Stage. Left.

I fail to understand something here. Ladies (and Gentlemen) please riddle me this: Is there anything even remotely attractive about assholes? Seriously. I'd really like to know. Let me just jump right into the rant.

When I see a guy being an ass, somewhere in the back of my mind, pure hatred begins to blossom. When I was younger, I used to be attracted to some guys who were complete assholes. But the older I got, the more I saw (and continue to see) that these same men who were so full of "confidence" were nothing more than arrogant, lost and miserable little men looking for someone to overpower so that they can feel better about themselves. One would classify them as bullies, but chances are that if you stand up to them and tell them off one good time, they break way too easily. In fact, it is my personal belief that the bigger the asshole, the more you'll find large amounts of insecurities and shortcomings mixed and congealed together on the inside like pie filling. Maybe he's afraid of women? Maybe he's afraid that you'll walk all over him? Maybe he has a fear of abandonment/closeness? Maybe he has mommy issues? Maybe he has daddy issues? Whatever it is, he's using his ego to cover it up. He's not comfortable in his own skin, and can't exactly live up to the expectations of being considered a Grown Man, nor can he even began to grasp the concept of what it means to be one. Plain and simple. So instead of learning how to be one, he puffs out his little chest and dons a nasty attidude. He fancies himself a "Man" by treating others like shit and considers himself above everybody else. He begins to believe that everything he does and has done in the past will go unpunished. He is, of coarse, wrong, but he won't listen to anybody when they tell him this. He simply refuses to see himself for what he really is. So how is this type of male sexy? I simply fail to understand...
And apparently, so does he...
So therefore I say, I simply cannot stand assholes! And if I see one, I simply turn my head and keep it moving. I want nothing to do with them.

End Rant.

Wil

Forgiveness & Forward Motion

Back again with another musing. This time the subject is Forgiveness and progress.

It all started about a week ago. The big bro and I were sitting at the table at his girlfriend's grandparents house, listening to her and her family play dominos while we chit chat. The discussion came to fathers. My brother and I have different fathers, but we were raised by mine. He vented about his deep dislike for both men. I can understand why he was upset about his, seeing as dude abandoned my mother when she had my brother at the age of 15, and claimed that the baby wasn't his when everybody knew otherwise. And on a small scale, I can see why he didn't like my father either. My parents had a rocky marriage, and Dwayne (my dad) was a very strict man, and at times he wasn't exactly loving to Ma or us. But he kept food on the table, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our heads. And even if he wasn't all that nice, he gave extremely good advice, and never lead us astray or lied to us. We both agree that we our grateful for that. But it seems that my brother can't let the bad times go. I have, Ma has, but he's still as angry as ever. Yet he claims to have forgiven Dwayne. I had to give him a gentle reminder that he needs to in order for him to sleep at night. "I am sleeping at night!" he says, in the same tone one would use to defend themselves when they've been caught in a lie. Nidza, his girlfriend's mom, was on her laptop and listening to us, and we hear her say in her cute accent 'it doesn't sound like it to me!"

I couldn't help but laugh. Not only at that, but at the fact that I've realized that for the first time in my life, i feel free. Why? Because I've let a lot of the things, people, and situations that had bothered me so much in the past go. I've learned that you have to. And as i peel the layers and layers of resentment and anguish for people and past events off my spirit, I find that all of the negativity and all of the cruel comments that I'd though I'd brushed off were still there...and that they were all lies. i had to look at myself again and again, to make sure that what I was seeing was real. This new, clean me. Yes, I am not perfect. But I am a whole lot better than I'd ounce thought. And as I examined the lies that I accepted about me from others, I'd realized that dispite what I could do to these people, I had to forgive them no matter what. After doing so, I immediately noticed a change in my life, and blessings gushed forth as if held back by floodgates. My mind became clearer, and I became this happy, optimistic woman-child. I'm an adult of coarse, but I still have a long way to go. For the first time in my life, I'm excited about that journey into complete womanhood. That I would be like those dignified yet carefree and wise older women who seem to know everything about life and chuckle at the young girls/ladies and their clumsiness, guiding then in the right direction. I was excited when I realized that I had completely suffered and overcome my first major heartbreak. I was excited about the fact that I'm actually looking forward to having kids. Whereas before I just thought that babies were cute, but not for me. I'm excited about the fact there will be more struggles and victories coming my way, and that the only way to go is up. I bid you all to feel that same excitement by letting go of the past. We all have issues about ourselves or our lives that we need to deal with. But we can't just keep that baggage and expect to catch the bus on time you get my drift(shoutout to Erykah Badu and her song "Bag Lady"). We have to declutter our lives in order to let the new things come in. Kind of like that show called "Clean House" where they go in, clean out the family's house and get rid of all the old stuff via yardsale and the charity bus, and the profits from the yardsale are used to redecorate the entire house (or however much they can with the money). The same logic applies to your life. However much you're willing to give away, that's how much you'll get back in new opportunities. And thus, growth. Think about that while I soak my feet...

Wil!

The 4 Letter Word & You

Goodness, I haven't done anything like this in a loooong time!! Let me dust myself off and try to get back in the groove of things with my rhythm-deficient self.

I had to jump on this piece today because of something that was sitting on my spirit and poking it with a toothpick. The subject is simple, yet it is the most complex thing in the world. The subject is Love.

Yes, that four letter word that you either embrace wholeheartedly or draw back from in unearthly disgust. I've been seeing all types of different levels of love and attraction all over the place ever since the new year started. From a close family member talking to me about her newfound romance with a younger guy who's quite simply swept her off her feet, to talking to her sister about her ongoing affectionate feelings for a friend of hers from high school. From reading 1 Corinthians 13 in the Bible, to engagements/marriages, to hearing tales about broken hearts and individuals who are fed up with their partners and moving on. Love, even in the brokenhearted, is all around us. It exist. It's something that gets ahold of each and every one of us at some point in our lives. Some search for it relentlessly. They leave the house thinking to themselves "Who knows? Today just might be the day..." and keep their hearts open and hope high. Some look for it in the wrong places, grow tired of it, and become strict non-believers. Some don't really think about it until kicks them in the chest, and they realize what they've ignored for so long. The list goes on, but one thing's for certain: Love, like shit, happens.

The question then becomes "What will you do when it hits you?" How would you react? To love takes strength and courage. To love someone, even if it's yourself, is to me a testament to your own strength. It puts you through all types of test. Things that you said you'd never do one moment tend to be the very thing you end up doing the next. All in the name of love and devotion. We accept things in ourselves and in or significant others that we normally don't accept in others. We put up with truckloads of shite, all in the name of. And we endure some of the worst pain in our lives when it's dealt by a loved one. And in the end of love, the hardest part is letting go of it. But in the long lesson of love we learn something; Love starts and ends with you. With your acknowledgment, it's allowed to blossom and grow. And with your resignation, it ceases to exist. In the end, we take our lessons and move on about our business. Now to me, all of that takes a considerable amount of strength the go through. I'm just sayin'. Chew on that random musing for a little bit while I paint my nails...

Wil!

52 Flavors Is Straight Killin' It! Plus The Importance Of "Me Time"

       Okay, I've been following this blog for a while now, and dammit I love it! A little background. The  blog is ran by a lovely lady know as The Pretty Brown Girl, and every week she always post a new mani (manicure for those not hip to the lingo) that she's done, always with different colors. There always pics and info regarding the color and brand that's she used for each mani, and tells you how the color holds up. She even gives the readers a heads up on upcoming sales as well. The first time I stumbled upon it I was like "hmm... this is freakin' awesome!" The styles, art and colors are always hot and easy to do, which is always a plus in my book! And nothing is ever the same. She's even inspired me to work on my nails a bit, but I don't think I'd post pics of them though. Too shy shy...! I wonder if she'll do pedi's next? Definitely worth checking out! Click.........Here! 
        Also, her blog really showed me something: That you don't have to spend a small fortune in the nail salons. You can sit your ass down somewhere for about 30 min. to 1 hr., grab your nail polish, and paint those claws yourself. Definately encourages "me time" which a lot of women don't seem to think they have time for anymore. We all seem to live busy lives lately, and when we do decide that it's time to pamper ourselves, we spend a small fortune in the salons and spas. It really doesn't have to be that way. With the way the economy is right now, we're all looking for ways to save without having to cut back too much. Now I'm not knocking the ones who like going to the salons and spas. There's totally nothing wrong with that. But there's also nothing wrong with a little at home pampering as well. We always love to give and get those spa kits with the body wash/body scrub/ foot scrub/facial mask/body lotion/nail care/ bath sponge etc in them, but how many of use actually take the time to use that stuff (beside the body wash and lotion)? How many of us actually take some time out to soak in the bath or do a little extra to our hair? Or paint our toes and wiggle them after we're done? Why do we always think we only have time for the necessary? If you just take a little time out the week to relax, unwind, and indulge in something that makes you happy, you'll not only look better, but you'll feel better as well. And that's what it's really all about isn't it?

Alls I'm saying is take a little time out for you. Pamper yourself. Go ahead and take that long soak in the bath! Paint your nails/toes! Lay around in your robe! Lay around in a venus pose and eat sweets all evening! Watch a cheesy girl flick! Whatever! "Me Time" is vital. It rejuvenates us! And when you do it at home, it's pretty cheap!

I dare you to try it!

PSA TIME: 115 Out Of 800 Girls Pregnant In Chicago High School

I would say that this is unbelievable, but then again it isn't.

The first question is instinctive: who do we blame? The teens? The parents? The school system? The system? There are so many places to point fingers at, and a person only has ten.
But then again, a more important question comes to mind: what can we do about the entire situation? Because from what I'm seeing, if the amount of teen pregnancy is that high in that school, then think about the number of kids who probably have STD's. Now think about the fact that this just one school, and there are tons of schools out there all over the country going through the same thing.  God bless and help those girls. Smh.

Something has to be done.

Words: Different thoughts from different people Epi.2

Here's another treat from my dear friend Merical. Yes, that is the man's name. Anywho, word is he may turn this into a song. Until then, enjoy!

" "Mérical"
Once I was deemed wise, as a child of my own
The crowd I despised, and was always alone
My thoughts were my strength, then I was deemed strong
Yet never realized, How I'd have to move on...
Nobody knows the boy, they've yet to see the man
Nobody knows Of Me
Nobody knows the boy, they've yet to see the plan
Nobody knows of Me
So Now I'm a man, and still yet to show
I have such great plans, that nobody knows
As life beats me down, seems no way around
I feel like a slave, my burden a crown
Nobody knows the boy, they've yet to see the man
Nobody knows Of Me
Nobody knows the boy, they've yet to see the plan
Nobody knows of Me
A nobody, a nobody, a "Mérical" , a miracle"

Dignity On A Leave Of Absence

Yes, I admit it! My guilty pleasure as of late has been female vs. female fuckery.

    I'm talking from the slick, sideways, nasty, or just downright vicious comments left on myspace/facebook/twitter, right down to the "B.O.B (bombs over Baghdad)" cat fights. The rate of women (and even some men) young and old putting there dignities on hold and stepping down from their thrones to go "handle a bitch" is growing everyday. You see it online at your favorite social networking site, on the street, in the stores or malls, on tv, at somebody's house down across the street, in schools, even in the church. Women everywhere are saying "oh hell naw, this bitch..." , taking off their earrings and getting ready to BANG!

All for what you ask?

Over a MAN!


     Now although this isn't exactly new to any of us, it  has become a growing  problem. I haven't really noticed it until recently. I was online, cruising the scene and checking up on friends, when I saw something that tickled me to death! As I was looking through on of my male friends page and being nosey I checked out the comments part. This chick was going in on another female with the classic "step up off my man" speech. Now, putting aside the misspelled words and severe lack of punctuation (which was the really funny part. I was like "please don't tell me she got past grade school with this shit? I fail to understand!) I thought to myself, "Is it even all that Shakespearean?" And that's when my eyes opened and I saw it; Women everywhere doing the same shit, on a much grander scale. I even went to World Star Hip Hop to see some of the cat fights. And while it was all quite entertaining, it got me to thinking: Why?
     My Mama always said one thing in various ways: "I am not gonna stress over one piece of man". And you know what, she's right! I know love can make you do some crazy things, but seriously? All the bitching and fighting over the same dude who is probably working on chick number three while y'all are busy snatching each other's hair out and beating each other to a bloody pulp. The only one who really wins is him. If you must beat on somebody, beat him! If you have to cuss somebody out, cuss him out! If you feel the need to go in at every female that says hi to your man, then maybe you need to look at yourself and the relationship, because there is obviously a trust/security issue going on there. If your man cheated, let him go or work it out. If you're with a guy who has an ex openly pining for him, then LET THEM! Yeah, I said it. Let Them Pine Away! The way I see it, as long as your man or the other woman don't truly cross the line, then the relationship should not be shaken by yours or her jealousy. If you're the piner, then maybe it's time to let go. And to both parties: if you've found him, you can find another one. Men are definitely NOT on the endangered species list baby, there's enough for everybody. I don't care if he has money, gives that good pipe, drives a nice car, pays the bills, has a good job, or a job period! It just even worth it to throw your dignity and self respect to the side just to "handle that bitch".

     Ladies, we gotta do better, for ourselves and for each other. Be the bigger person. Step away from the situation or handle it like adults. Didn't we leave all that bickering and arguing in the school yards, cafeteria's and hallways in high school? I'm just sayin'. Just remember that the younger generation are watching us. Is this the example we want to set for them?

Here We Go Again...pt. 2

REALLY?!
     You know what, I can't stand people sometimes. You try to shed some light on a very old and important issue, and there's always that one group who are simply too stubborn to realize that a change is needed. The point of this movie is to shed light on an old subject that has plagued African-American women since the time of slavery: The Good Hair Issue. the fact that this issue is still affecting us today is senseless to say the least. We as black women judge each other hard enough as it is based on the stuff thats on top of our heads.
And this chick is worried about the following
1.She's worried about other races laughing at us.
2.She's worried about the fact that our "secrets" about our hair will be revealed.
3.She's worried that it will make us look bad.
4.She's scared of more people coming up to us and saying "Your hair looks really nice. Is that a weave?"

So as a fellow black woman myself, let me just say that she NEEDS TO GET A FIRM GRIP ON REALITY A.S.A.P!
Here's why:
1. You're worried about the wrong thing if your worried about other races laughing at us about our hair. They've always have, along with other stereotypes that plague black women as a whole. You know the image: The "finger snapping 'n waving-head 'n neck rolling- big booty-bad attitude- fried chicken, cornbread, neckbones and collard greens cooking-can't keep a man-welfare check waitin'-shake what yo mama gave ya/drop it like it's hot dancing- 5 kids from 4 baby daddies- sexually deviant- Miss Thang/bitch/shorty/skeeza/gold digga/chicken head/hoodrat/bust it baby/hoe" image? Yeah, that one. I know I'm refreshing somebody's memory around here. We have our stereotypes like every other race. And we are striving, just like everybody else, to overcome. Please be concerned about the cause ma'am. We've come a long way, but we're still struggling with these issues and a ton more. stay focused dammit!

2. What "secrets"? Anybody who's curious to learn about our hair and the way we take care of it only has to do one of three things:
     A. Go to a black hair store.
     B. Ask their black friend.
     C. Both
3. See 1.
4. They do it anyway! And you shouldn't really care about if they're trying to insult you or not. The best way to handle that situation is to answer the question as mentioned in step 2 and go one about your business. Problem. Solved. Geez!

Sigh....

One day we shall overcome this issue as well. And black women all over the country will walk around with their heads held high, l no matter what it looks like! Until then, as this video shows, we still have a long ways to go.

Nas & Pharrell Speak About Why Rappers Don't Go To Africa

This is the type of shit that I live for. Enlightenment!

I know what you're thinking,"LAWD! Another Pharrell related post?", and the answer is no, that's NOT why I'm posting this. The reason is quite clear: truth.

What do we know about Africa besides what we see on tv or what we read in the papers? Not much. And Nas brought up a very good point about how some Africans really don't like African-Americans. They're not the only ones either. I'm not trying to step on any cultural fingers, but the internal racism within the black community as a whole is completely and utterly stupid. I once had a neighbor who had a Haitian friend visiting her, and while chatting it up with my mother and I, she told us that the main reason why they (Haitians) really don't like us is because we're lazy. WTF?! I admit, we have our own batch of ignorant cousins, but who doesn't? And one day in recent history I was on the phone with one of my aunts, and she brought up the fact that every other race helps each other out EXCEPT blacks. Think about it. We're so worried about the fact that the next black man/woman is doing a little better then us that we either try to bring them down or don't help them out when they're in need. Again:WTF?! Fear+ Crab In A Bucket= Failure & Defeat. We all came from the same damn continent, we just got dropped off at different places. Nobody's better than or less than. The lack of knowledge, understanding, acceptance, and love will be not only our downfall, but the downfall of humanity itself. Think about it.

Words: Different thoughts from different people Epi.1

This is a little something that a dear friend of mine sent to me last Thursday. I questioned him about what his next move was going to be. He responded a couple days later. This is what he had to say:

"I sometimes wonder whatever happened to me, as in my dreams, aspirations, relationships, and ultimately my life as a leader. I'm founder of something that I didn't create, and now find myself on the brink of my own destruction. I'm wondering where did I come to flaw, is my demise to be relevant to some whom they as well would come to a collapse? I'm not certain of too much, but I've utilized my down time wisely and have found this conclusion to be true: Merical= numerical + the concept of a miracle. Which in short translates to a numeric miracle, a miracle numerically equated to happen. And as silly as it may sound, my name as for what it stands is my only hope. And of this I hope to identify the artist as the art form, to multiply its purpose further than mere entertainment and exuberance for the lifeless and vague. I am Mérical Datus and I am sold out to the cause of humanity itself, the uplifting of spirits, the quenching of souls. Yes indeed I am a sellout, and let it go down in history if local, and globally let it be recorded in time throughout eternal infinity, indeed I am the founder and pioneer of Cellout [records]® the first cell of many to multiplied unto the world, and so shall we return with strength and majesty commandering what is rightfully ours.

Cellout [records]®

Mérical Datus "

My take on the Chris Brown Apology Vid & The Real Chris Brown Apology brought to you by Kid Fury!

By now we've all seen the Chris Brown apology video on various websites. And although everyone has felt the need to once again throw their $0.02 in about it, I'm gonna throw mine in the bucket as well. I believe that the entire situation was what it was: sad. It took two famous kids to bring the subject of domestic violence to the forefront, and that to me is a damn shame. I know plenty of domestic violence victims(family and friends alike), and do you see them on Oprah? Do the have whole segments about their stories? No. But on the other hand, we need to let Chris Brown alone and let him move on with his career and life and stop judging him. We are not God. Period. And for those people who simply can't forgive him, a piece of advice: GET A LIFE. Do you realize how many victims get an actual apology? Very few. Even if he was reading off of something, he said he was sorry. And if you simply cannot except that, then what will you except hmm? What makes you so great that you can't except human behavior from a fellow human (because in case you haven't noticed, you ARE human)? Again I state: We Are Not God.

Now on a lighter note, here's Kid Fury's take on the video. Enjoy!

RANDOM THOUGHT TIME!

RANDOM THOUGHT: When you're down, they tend to delight in it. But when you're happy, they tend to get pissy. When you don't do things their way, they get bitchy. When you achieve any form of success, they hate you. Do all three, and they risk heart failure or stroke. But side-line haters keep us on our toes don't they? End thought.

Do Some H@3 Shit?!

"In order for me to get noticed I have to be a whore?!"

I've been asking this question for some time now.

My Mama always said that men like women who are decent, keep themselves up, who ain't with all that drama and bullshit, and who ain't loose in the streets. Okay. Now I'm a normal everyday woman. I've got my good points and my not-so-good points just like the majority of the chicks I know. But we all seem to ask the same question: why do all the bad girls get all the love? Why do these men sleep with the whore of the bunch instead paying attention to the regular chicks? Do I have to, in the words of Erykah Badu "do some hoe shit" in order to get some play?

A friend of mine once said that the answer is quite simple: because those girls are easy. It makes since when you think about it. The guy wouldn't have to work a little harder than usual in order to get the girl, and there is the "no strings attached" thing. He just wants to have a good time. And to me, that's fine. But more and more I'm seeing this trend of guys opting for the one chick who's slept with practically EVERYBODY and who will sleep with ANYBODY instead of just your average woman. And it's not just once or twice, but constantly. Why is that? If I were a man, I'd be worried that she might have some strange new std that'll melt the condom and your skin right off.

Icky!

What about the quiet girl in the corner? Sure she may look boring, but you never know.

She might be the best you ever had. She may teach you something new.

I'm just sayin'.

Plain Jane needs a jump-off too! Show her some love damnit!

But really, why is that?