Monday, February 23, 2009
I know this is some wonderful scientific breakthrough, but who gives a bluck about a flu from 1918? What I wanna know is where are the anitbodies to protect against some HIV. Last time I checked, it is a virus.
Don't hate, cuz we all want some of that Magic Johnson immunity.
*Photo: taken from the University of Virginia Health System
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Think about it...Of course everybody is equal and should learn to live together, but when you have black communities with black run post offices, schools, delis, supermarkets, radio shacks, isn't life just a tad bit better? No rolling your eyes every day at work behind your boss' back when you know that promotion ain't coming for another 10 years.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Well this wouldn't be a true blog if I didn't touch on the latest in entertainment bootleggedness (c). What YBF calls "Chriannagate" and what I love to call good ol' domestic violence/abuse....The C. Breezy and RiRi Chronicles.
No one can be sure of the events that actually transpired on that fateful day in the rented Lambo. What I am sure of is the fact that RiRi has caught herself a case of Battered Women's Syndrome (BWS). BWS is a mental condition that forces women to go back to their abusers because they become so accustomed to the prolonged abuse that they accept it as the only form of "love" they deserve. To my dismay, reports have indicated that RiRi wants to forgive C. Breezy. I understand issuing the Lord's forgiveness for the sake of being a Christian, but I doubt that is what RiRi has in mind.
Anything more than church forgiveness is just plain dumb, but then I have never been knocked upside the head and bitten by a man. My only advice to RiRi is to stop watching Lifetime and get in on that Snapped (airs on Oxygen every Sunday). The moral of this and other Ike Turner-ish stories is that any man who fucks you up once will fuck you up again.
Plastic Surgery 3Peat?
In the past week, we learned that the Bride of Usher, Tameka Raymond, almost died while undergoing a cosmetic surgery procedure (LIPO) in South America. Now I am no Dr. 90210, but as rich as her man is, why in the hell would she go to Sao Paulo, Brazil (of all third worldish places) to have liposuction?
So they say it was all for the sake of discretion. I hate to be rude, but the Bride of Usher is very irrelevant in the American spotlight. Don't nobody care about no Tameka Raymond. She could have had a face transplant and no one would have noticed. This brings back memories of Donda West, but we won't go there out of respect for the dead and our man 'Ye.
The saddest part of this smallest loser story is that the Bride of Usher wasn't even that big. All a ninja had to do was give up the fried chicken and take up the treadmill.
*Photo 1: taken from celeb.wohoo.co.uk
*Photo 2: taken from celeb.wohoo.co.uk
*Photo 2: taken from The New Yorker
After only a month in office, a ninja has managed to screw it up. If he had anything to do with Blago's people, why not admit it in the first place and call it innocent? But no. Like a ninja, he tried to lie and cover up his insider dealings. The sad part is that he was dumb enough to believe that ego plus senator status equals immunity swagger.
Well, Blago did not get away with his crookedness, so I doubt Roland's black ass will be allowed to survive in office. I give it another month before he gets swagger jacked.
I'm tired of these men in power thinking they can still get away with shit. Don't they know that NO ONE is safe after Enron?
*Photo: taken from the Chicago Tribune
With all my top notch education (mind you I am about to graduate from law school), I think that Weezy is nothing short of an intellect. I know licking the lollipop is not quite the same as exploring the journey to enlightenment in the book Siddhartha. However, Weezy's ability to think on his feet, use an extensive vocabulary, and create a variety of plays on words is simply genius.
Forget rumors of an incestuous relationship with his "dad" Baby. Learn more about the former straight A student from the Nolia who loves to bowl by checking out this interview with Ms. Katie (Couric).
Rodney King baby said beat it like a cop...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Now for my first official post, I think it is very important to address one of the most pressing issues of the day...Michael Phelps and the marijuana saga.
Historically, white has always been the symbol of purity, but it is also the symbol of being able to get away with shit that black people would get crucified for doing. I ain't no Cornel West, but I can tell you that if Michael Phelps can get away scott free after being photographed taking a hit from a bong, then Michael Vick sure as hell went to jail for much of nothing.
That is not to say that I condone dog fighting, but what about the backwoods WPs who love to throw chicken fights? Sounds like the same thing to me, but I haven't heard much noise about saving the chicken. Some may argue that it shouldn't matter because we eat chicken. And I would counter that by asking them about the Asians that love to serve dog meat in their restaurants.
It's that good ol' black tax at play. No darkies are exempt unless you can still "pass" in today's society. The funny thing with passing is that black people know who has even one sixteenth of negro blood, but white people can't tell. The interesting fact is that as accepted as Beyonce is, even she couldn't pass thanks to that creole complexion. Let her get caught smoking up. It would be the scandal of the century and the end of Carmen Fierce.
I personally believe that there should have been more consequences for Mr. Phelps, in addition to the withdrawal of a few endorsements. If I was a millionaire and I got caught doing something, telling me I can't do a cereal promotion won't feel like much of nothing if I can still make a living from my real craft, swimming. It's like telling Diddy that he can't run the city anymore when he still gets to manage a record company, make clothes, and earn millions.
I hate to bring it up, but these situations always call into question that Duke lacrosse drama. If the tables were turned and it was a white girl (prostitute, girl gone wild, or not) versus the University of Miami football ninjas, would the outcome be the same? You be the judge...
Oreo: A Life in Black and White is my way of providing social critiques and insights from the perspective of a black girl who was born African, but grew up around white people, and then re-learned how to be black from an African-American perspective. Confusing? It can be. I consider myself a true mixed child even though I am not physically what Honest Abe would have called a mulatto.
I have come to discover that I have a special gift of gab. I like to describe myself as a conversational comedian, meaning that I have a lot of funny shit to say when hanging out and talking to my friends. As you will soon find out, I looooooove to talk. The good thing is that I am educated so I can talk about pretty much anything, even boring stuff like snowflake vitreoretinal degeneration.
JUST KIDDING!!! Of course I won't waste your time talking about that shit since I don't even know what it means.
Anywhoo, I know there are tons of blogs out there, but tune into this one because it promises to be full of laughs. If I don't make you laugh, then just tell me I plain suck...
*Photo: taken from http://oboerista.wordpress.com/2007/11/28/eating-exponentially/