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Rebuilding the “robot”

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Photo by Patrick Andrade for The New York Times

Just as I gave the women of Iowa credit, the women of New Hampshire got soft. One thing you can never say about Hilary Clinton is that she is stupid. Being a woman myself, at least at last check, I can relate to the whole “if you cry, they say you are emotional” and the crap line “if you are too strong, they will think you are a bitch.” Men do both every day and they are not accused of these “crimes.” Yes. I’m defending Hilary Clinton a little — much to my chagrin. It was time Clinton showed something.

Even though I am not entirely sure the tears that choked her up at that campaign stop in a Portsmouth, New Hampshire coffee shop were authentic, part of me says, “So what?” Can’t women do both? Lead with their heart and their head? There is no doubt that the women of New Hampshire stepped up to Hilary’s defense of constant attacks. I will admit that I’ve attacked her as well and I don’t take it back. There is something about her that screams insincerity and I’m not saying that because she’s a woman. But she has every right, as the male candidates do, to go strong, show some authenticity and emotion and use still be shrewd. As she does all of those things, I wish the media would focus less on the fact that she’s a woman. I almost feel that the Iowa results influenced the New Hampshire ones because people there said, “Wait, Hilary’s getting a bum rap. Let’s keep her in this thing and see what happens.”

And like I said, she isn’t stupid. Recruiting the old faces  proved to be a clear winning move for Hilary. Another clear move: chatting at that coffee shop where a probably now infamous woman asked, “How are you doing?” which brought Hilary to seemingly show a human face. It’s now on record that it was the push Hilary needed in her campaign. I’m not sure it made much difference to me other than I thought, “Now that’s a smart move…” instead of, “Wow, she’s actually going to weep. I feel for her.” Don’t we want strategy in the White House? That was better than Stratego.

Still, I’m on the fence. As I often am about politics. I’m not sure if it came down to Hilary against McCain who I would vote for. 

Black women and white men…

I gotta tell you; I’ve not had any slowing down of my old post about interracial dating. It still gets a fair amount of hits. This isn’t a call for all of you jokesters to start finding more weird search engine terms to get to this blog and then for me to write about them.  But for some reason I get on a daily basis at least a dozen search engine terms looking for a variety of topics surrounding black women and white men dating. And lately Jewish men dating black women. WTF? Is this really THAT taboo still? I’ve dated the rainbow, as I’ve told you before, and I just never really saw dating a white man a big deal. Does the rest of society?

I will be honest though. I’m thinking the resurgence of this topic is because of the opposite happening: black men and white women. I’m not going to do some census search on this but I’m just thinking about my every day life in Texas. I see an increasing number of black men and white women coupled up. I don’t have a problem with this but I can only imagine that the two left are looking at each other, shrugging and saying, “Well, why don’t we?”

That said though, there is still so much hesitation. Believe me. White men dating black women isn’t very common here. Not sure about your area of the world. I really dig shows like “Private Practice” that treat interracial connections as something that isn’t a matter of discussion. The main discussion on that show is that the lead black female character has to choose between two men — a black one she was married to and a white one who loves her so much that is the only reason he works in the office. Race isn’t an issue. I can’t stand shows that make that the MAIN issue. The tired old story of “what will my parents think?” Aren’t we over this yet? I just don’t get it.

So for those of you searching to see if this is some “strange” concept, stop. Just go with it. Ask that black chick out. Ask that white dude out. Enjoy Hanukkah with that chocolate hottie…

WTF are you waiting for?

Day 17-18: I smoked on the balcony…

I’m so relaxed.

Lots of things make me do that. All of which aren’t a good enough reason to toke on a cancer stick. However, I buy a pack a month and smoke when I feel it’s necessary. Day 16 and 17 included smoking a cig on the balcony. It felt good. And I just relaxed. Maybe I should have a fake one like the aspergers guy from Boston Legal to appease something inside of me with a placebo type method. I did walk the fair today. And I’m already friggin’ sore as hell from Day 15. So, we’ll see for the weekend. I’m already invited to a VIP party Friday which I doubt will be swarming in healthy. This shit is hard…especially when you have become a recent object of attention from the non-fairer sex. Men are distracting.

Bitch, please…

I’m not offended by this word. Hell there is even a magazine named bitch.

When I was in high school, I proudly displayed a sticker on my rear window which read Super Bitch with the Superman “S” in the middle.

I will admit it took me a while to take the word in a warm embrace and one day I just said, “alright—when someone says this to me, it’s always when I’m defending myself or when I’ve gone against the grain.” And then I just decided to wear it like a black dress instead of a chip on my shoulder.

But here we go again with a “celebrity” getting in trouble for name-calling. However this time it’s different. This time we are told that it’s OK to call a black chick a bitch if you are a black male but it’s not OK to do it when you are a white guy. Who said this wonderful tidbit? Mr. Isiah Thomas, New York Knicks coach and president. Read what the fuss is about.

For one thing. Like I said. I don’t care about this word. Even if some guy (or girl for that matter) calls me it when I’ve pissed him or her off. However to be told that it all comes down to race on whether or not it’s OK is just crazy. Because by dissecting it down like that, you are telling me that black people can degrade their own but not let the white folks do it.

I would have preferred if he just fessed up to the word just being derogatory, period. And that he was wrong for saying it. Not announce that because this word is so offensive it can only be used by blacks. What are you trying to tell me then? Blacks can be uncouth all they want but whites have to just sit back and use another word more appropriate for their skin? Bitch is bitch in any race or culture. And does Mr. Thomas realize that his statement just makes us [black folks] look foolish?

Race should give the “privilege” of using words that hurt people? Again, if Thomas were to have said, Don’t forget, you f——— bitch, I’m the president of this f——— team,” to me, I would have laughed in his face. The word bitch isn’t harsh enough to shake my spirit but that’s just me. However Thomas’ alleged following statement, “What the f— is your job? What are your job responsibilities, you f——— ho?” would have got him BITCH-slapped because:

A.) The egotist has just questioned my job ability. A big no-no if you know me. I’m a goal-hungry vixen and he would have regretted the moment he said that.

B.) Bitch I’ll answer to; “ho” will get you a loss of your scrotum.

Some ladies may not agree with me saying that bitch isn’t that big of a deal. Even the intent behind it. I just don’t care. But Thomas is a damn fool to think it’s OK to say it only if you are black.

Religion, humor and Ms. Griffin

I’m keeping this a light weekend. My brain just can’t function while enduring this hellish move that by now I’m sure you are tired of hearing about. No worries because I’m about to be done by next week.

But I just have to give a big So What? to the fact that Kathy Griffin told Jesus to suck it. Read and hear the audio here at LAist. You will need to hear it there because you won’t hear it this weekend when the Emmy’s award show will be broadcasted on E! thanks to the god of censorship. It’s about time that bitch won something. Ms. Griffin is a Kathy at last year’s Emmy’shard-working, loud-mouth mess of hilarity in my book. And I just can’t understand why people can’t just get the joke in that speech. Now the Catholics are after her and she was raised Catholic with roots set in Irish pride. I trust she really doesn’t want Jesus to suck eggs.

I’m a person who HATES the whole “I would like to thank God” speech. It always seems so insincere. I think some “religious” people feel obligated to say it, even if they really don’t mean it. What they really mean to say is, “I would really like to thank myself for landing this role and kicking so much ass to get here, but I can’t say that because I have to thank God, Jesus then my mum.” I’m not saying NOT to thank God but I bet whoever is upstairs can sniff the bullshit from the people who claim to put God first. I’m going to get murdered for that last statement but I don’t think that you can disagree that there are phonies out there who don’t really walk their talk. Hence her dig at the supidity of people who insincerely thank God and use it so lightly.

I admire Griffin for her ballsy approach and her purposeful gaudiness. It got her far enough in life. Even on the “D” list.

I would like to thank cleaning fumes, morning cartoons, insomnia and dissillusion for this post. Thank you.

I’m single. So what?

I can’t believe I am actually going to say this but I think I’ve finally come to grips with being single. Mark my words I guess but it finally dawned on me that being comfy in my own skin was a bit more important than having to have someone else’s right next to me to make me feel whole. But my newfound comfort level pretty much got shaken at lunch last week. Over sandwiches and cheesecake of all things. And a tall glass of sweet tea. Crammed in a leather booth with five other work mates.A married coworker said something I JUST HATE TO HEAR.

“You need a man,” she said. I nearly spit out my rich, cakey goodness as I slowly removed the fork from my mouth.

It was abrupt in a pure New York accent. I think maybe she meant well. Who the hell knows. In front of the whole damn table she said this. And I just laughed it off. Everyone at the table was either married or practically married. There was only one other single chick at the table who is younger than me. Her eyes nearly feel out of her head. And because I’m just so damn lovable (yea, right) I just let it go.

I get asked a lot why I’m not married. More than I feel I need to.

“You have so much going for yourself, I would think any man would want to snatch you up!” or “I go to church with such and such guy you should meet.” That last one always gets me going and I try my best to be polite about it. I usually just want to say why are you assuming I take communion? Or what makes you think I’m not an atheist.

And then I get this whole bit like, “Oh with how busy you are, I bet you don’t even have the time.” Why does my singlehood have to be justified like that?

I’m convinced that single is the new relationship. I have said this before but only embraced it seriously today. Mainly because sorting out your life into cardboard boxes at midnight kind of makes you reflect on life for some reason. I’ve made a huge improvement in my attitude toward life and have finally come to a great happy place with the world of just me. Even after that little lunch. But I will admit hearing such remarks sickens me about the same way hearing something bigoted would rile me up.

I don’t feel the need to justify why I’m single. I just am. So why can’t people leave it alone? I’m single. So what?

Awww. Poor single kitty.

Hahaha. Check out the latest cat from the lol generator. She even looks a little like me.

I want him to go away.

Warning: I’m just bitching.

Why can’t society let Perez Hilton go away?

YUCK.

I have seen at least three interviews with this guy and have not quite figured out all the hype. He has no personality and his tired tactics have been done before somewhere else. And probably better.A few things I’ve noticed. When specific questions are asked, he tends to sound like he’s searching for a good lie story. On the Chelsea Lately Show last night he was yapping about how Amy Winehouse called him. Really? And how he suggested to her that she go back to rehab and she supposedly said, “No, they sold me out.” He told this story as a “true” account. Now this may have happened. But have you ever heard a three-year-old give an account of something that happened to them? And then after a while it sounds like a really great lie?

OK. He dyes his hair green. Why? Not because he thinks it looks cool I’m sure. But mainly just because he thinks he looks different and because he looks so ordinary, the green coif makes him “stand out.” Please. To me he would get lost in a crowd of people. Plus the green hair gives the talk show host a distraction from what he or she really wants to say like, “Why in the love of all that is good and right in the world do YOU have a show while it took me X amount of years to get here?!”I think Jimmy Kimmel may have wanted to say that.Plus he doesn’t articulate things well but how can a man who draws penises on people’s heads really articulate.

What is the edge? Celebrity bashing? That’s a dime a dozen activity. Every damn blogger (including my ass) is doing that. What sets him apart is that he did it first, I guess. Or at least was the first blogger to get enough Google juice to make him famous. I want the hourglass on his 15 minutes to shatter. I don’t think the Perez phenomena is going away soon. Now that he has a new show, Perez Says, it will be impossible to make him disappear. Unless the three-year-old gets caught in one of his “stories” — crying wolf style and everyone stops listening.

Am I a lazy American?

I’ve stated here time and time again, even in comments, that I’m not right or left on the whole political stuff. But I do have some strong opinions that many may not agree with. My parents are democrats. But I can’t say that I am really. And I don’t always feel the need to vote a straight party ticket.

However does my not choosing a real politcal side on every topic make me a lazy American? It seems that there is a definite black or white when you turn on the television or pick up the newspaper. You don’t really read about the people who say that both sides have a point. I pose this question because political blogs I read religiously here are very definate in their mission. They are very sure on every topic and don’t waver. I read everyone’s blog even if I don’t agree.

However by sitting in the middle for the most part, does that make me ineffective?

Fact: I’m down with the whole green thing and I recycle like a maniac. But I’m not about to make my life more complicated by buying green, eating EVERYTHING green, wearing green and changing my energy provider to a company more green.

Fact: I’m just going to say it. Yes, I’m anti-Bush. But I have been long before he was the president. Way back when he shook my hand. I’m from Texas and he just gave me the creeps. Sorry. However, I can’t really say that I would never vote Republican.

Fact: I used to be dead against (pardon the pun) the death penalty. Now I say fry ’em. But will admit there are a lot of flaws in the legal system. Many have died and were never guilty.

Fact: I’m pro choice but can’t stand the idea of a woman CHOOSING to use abortion as birth control. Adoption is always a good option but so is birth control pills!

Fact: I am a black chick who supports gay rights and racial equality. But I am tired of movements and people wanting special treatment for being “different.” And why is skin color and sexual orientation a marker of being different? Who cares? I hate that people just can’t live. And I think the rules for everything — even marriage should apply to all of us. Let us just suffer together with all of the trappings of rules.

Fact: I’m not sure I support affirmative action. I want to be hired for how hot and smart I am instead. Hah.

Fact: I vote. Not just for the next president but for local stuff. But usually it’s just when the local stuff has to do with business or a new proposal for something that will create an increase of sale tax revenue for my city. However, I skipped the mayoral vote this year from disgust.

Fact: Welfare and the like can bite my ass. I’m tired of seeing my check dwindle for strangers. There I said it. However, I have seen people I would surely spill my wallet out for because I know they are trying.

Fact: I’ve decided that when retirement comes, I’m shedding my America and footing it to Panama. There isn’t going to be squat for me in America when I retire. Even though I’m paying for everyone else’s retirement now. And that makes me sick.

What makes an American lazy? Not having an opinon at all or not choosing one side to everything?

we don’t have to take our clothes off…

Remember that Jermaine Stewart song? If you don’t, feel free to enjoy the cheese below.

But that is a lie. I think I’ve probably had some good times with my clothes on but with people finding any way possible to get naked, this one-hit wonder is obviously inaccurate. I’m not going to write all about Vanessa. You can get your share of it from the last 24 or so hours of eager bloggers posting at WordPress. But I will say this: What bothered me most about the picture of that ex-Disney Diva (her halo has been tarnished no matter how many more Disney flicks she does) in all her “glory” wasn’t her boobies. It was that her drapes and bedroom set didn’t quite match when I think she tried for it to. And I actually mean her decor, not her privates. That and the fact that I think I noticed a Target lamp. And there is something metal and unidentifiable on her wall that I couldn’t quite make out. Isn’t she supposed to be rich? And couldn’t she find a better camera to snap her stuff with that produces perfect lighting, zoom and pixels? Maybe the little punks of High School Musical didn’t get paid as much as I thought…

Anyway, who gives a rats about nakedness? Why is America so damn uptight? Man, when Janet Jackson let loose her areola you would have thought the Anti-Christ had finally arrived. Doesn’t this nation pride itself on expression and freedom? I guess not.

To me the main reason for clothes is because no one wants to see my thighs in action. That and I think there is some really unknown story in the Bible that you just never hear from passionate fundamentalists that has something to do about gaining knowledge or something. Geez. I don’t care if I see someone nude. To me it’s like saying I can’t stand seeing myself in the mirror. We all have tits. Butts. Big and small bellies. Well in America, mostly big ones.

I’m willing to bet money I don’t really have (unless you want to visit my shop, tee hee) that every last one of you have taken a “naughty” pic of yourself for or with your significant other. The difference is, when you are a celebrity, you get the chance to share it for some Google juice, to escape being type-casted or to get a quick coke fix of publicity.

I don’t care. Why does America care? Am I not an American? Hum, how many times can I say America in this post? America…

Too good not to post…I love my LOL generator!

 


Update: This post is currently like 96 on Top Posts. However, it has disappeared from most of the tags I posted it in. To test something, I reposted it under another title  for a while and sure enough it was in all the tags I listed. Weird. WordPress messes with me sometimes. And I’m sure I’ve been replaced already by Wet for Went.