Still Jones'n

I watched the BET Awards the other night and I have to say the Love Jones throwback, flashback, heart attack moment killed it.
When Nia Long first got on stage I thought. Hmmm. Then by the time she got the first line out I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Then when I heard Lorenz Tate got his fine chocolate morsel of a man say "Say baby..." I was screaming again 'LOVE JONES!'

BET Videos

Sounds crazy I know but I was in the room with 2 other girls and they were at the top of their lungs too, high five'n like we were at a Basketball game and all the players were naked. Then my phone started to blow up with texts from all the other Love Jones Junkies I know who were going crazy.
There is definitely something to be said about this movie because since 1995 I've seen it about 177 times...or more and each time it's over I think. Damn, they should do a part 2. Like a where are they now kinda thing. Like we catch up with Nina and Darius and they have 2 kids and he's a successful writer and she's a successful photographer like the woman that takes the pictures of the babies inside of a sunflower. She's relocated back to Chicago and... I don't quite know yet. I'm just hoping maybe someone can get this entry to Theodore Witcher and let him know I'm down to help him work on part 2. It's not over for me.
I'm still Jones'n.

WORK WORK WORK!

I'm feeling like one of the sad minions in Evileen's Sweat Factory on the Wiz. (if you've never seen it please don't talk to me!) It's 88 degrees outside in an apt with NO AC and I can almost feel the sweat dripping down my back from that hot jumpsuit they had to wear as life whispers in my ear "Suffering is good for the soul. Now SUFFER!" Because ITS 88 DEGREES OUTSIDE AND I DON'T HAVE AC.

Revelations

No, not like Revelations in the Bible, I'm talking about Self Revelations. Like when you come to the realization that certain things are not in order in your life. Never mind the fact that up until that point you never heard that little voice in the back of your head saying, "Uuuuh...Hey, over here. Yo! Are you paying attention to this sh*t? Helloooo! Look up stupid!" Because for some reason everything seemed on point.

NEW *ISH!

It's been a little while so I thought I'd give you a lil something new...or at least something that's not already posted...like it's not already up...look don't judge me.
Shut up and enjoy!

This is the Problem

All right, at the risk of sounding like my mother or even my grandmother (taking a deep breath of preparation) I have to say this: "Remember the good old days when music videos were fun and cool and you got all the hot new dance moves? You know, way back in them days when you had didn't know what was being said in a song until you were about 21 and you were sitting with a friend and it suddenly dawned on you like "Oh shit, that's what they were talking about?" Is it just me or are all them music videos fighting to see who can corrupt the kids the most?" Have you seen the latest Usher video "Lil Freak". Better still, have you heard the words?



"Put her hands in your pants and be my lil freak"

Huh? Really Usher? Dayum! So you're telling women to be bisexual for your personal pleasure. Hmmm. Something to think about huh parents? This is what he's telling your kids to do because let's face it that's who's going to be following those steps. So the next time your bumping this or any of the other overtly sexual songs in your car know that your child is somewhere acting it out.
I'm Just Saying!
SIDEBAR: What's up with fellas trying to put women on some bisexual *ish? Then turn around and get mad because women are all on each other in the club? Have to explore that in the next post.

Deuces

Black History?

I can't say I've been watching the Winter Olympic games because basically just looking at all that snow and ice gives me the chills. That's not entertaining to me. So I was completely caught off guard when I got the news about Speedskater Shani Davis, the first African-American athlete to capture an individual gold medal in the Winter Olympics four years ago and repeat the feat in this years games. All while rocking a "leave nothing to the imagination" body suit. Oooow!
Like many other African Americans I'm overcome with pride for his accomplishments but part of me feels like he's not the first Black Speed Skater. In honor of black history month I want to share the story of Esra Smith, a hardworking family man caught in the brutal winter storm of 1940 in Acadiana Louisiana.
After a fresh 13" of snow fell over the small town, Esra Smith, was forced out into the elements to get some food for his family. Due to the heavy snowfall he discovered the only way into town was to cross a "WHITE'S ONLY" pond used in the summer months for swimming. After he scowered the area for any passers and said a prayer for his life, Esra stepped onto the ice. 
"What you doin boy?" Esra heard just moments later as he fought to keep his balance on the slick surface. The chill of death ran up his spine as he turned to see 4 whites approaching the edge of the pond like a pack of wolves searching for a kill.  Esra began to widen his strides and skate for dear life. "We're gonna get you boy! We're gonna kill you!" they yelled as they took to the ice and started after him. Esra kicked it into high gear and was on the other side of the 1/2 mile pond in 45 sec. Setting a unrecorded record as the fastest and first black speed skater. Then he found a large stick and whacked the ice until it crack sending his pursuers under the water and to their death. He wiped his prints from the stick and ran off like his life depended on it because Lord knows it did.
Shout out to Esra and Shani for making Black History!

Pain = Laughter

Sometimes the things we find funny are the things that are most true!
Check out this video of me talking about wetting the bed as a child. TRUE STORY!
If you ever wet the bed then you can feel my pain and if you ever shared a bed with someone who wet the bed (sorry lil sis) you know this story all too well.
Enjoy!