Grown Ass Baby Syndrome

I am ashamed to say I am a member of the “me me me” generation. In all fairness, it’s not our fault. Between fallacious promises like “if you get a college education you’ll be living large”, to our parents trying to provide us a life and opportunities they weren’t afforded (often at the cost of teaching us independence, discipline, and/or the diligence to put our asses to the grind and do what needs to be done to succeed – because, quite frankly, few people work quite that hard when they don’t feel any need to), my generation has gotten a raw deal in the field of learning how to be grown ass men/women.

Better Get Them Flakes Off Ya Shoulders!

And no, I don’t mean dandruff (although, quite frankly, if your shoulders are covered in dandruff, it still isn’t a good look, and you might wanna do something about that..I hear head and shoulders is a cheap and efficient solution *wink wink*). I’m talking about flaky friends. You know the type: always make plans with you and then cancel last second, never anywhere to be found when you need them, but yet clearly they do actually remember your number because you’re the first person they call when they want or need something.

I have a few of these flaky friends. And as evil as this might sound, I think its just about time that I finally do brush the flakes out of my life: it ain’t cute, it feels crummy as hell to be flaked on all the time, and as I always say, negativity can, and always does, breed more negativity.  The sad thing is, before we come to the realization that these friends are

Bitch-ass-ness (the art of being a little bitch)

BITCHASSNESS: DEFINITIONS

1. newly discovered disease running rampant, especially in the black community. symptoms include:
• 1.punkish tendencies
• 2. cattiness, such as talking behind someone’s back
• 3. thinking highly of yourself, but only expressing it under your breath
• 4.claiming “hurt feelings” when you are called out on your bullshit
2. Overall stank actions towards others through words, facial expressions, and/or song. Symptoms include: thinking your better than

All I Can Be Is Just Me

Ever get tired of being yourself? I mean, like the essence of you…who you are, what defines you. Have you ever looked at people who have qualities you’ll just never possess and think “damn he/she is so lucky man! What I wouldn’t give to be them for just a day”? And I don’t mean silly little things like having a smaller nose, slimmer hips, bigger muscles, etc. etc. I mean those deep down things, like admiring those who are confident, or sensitive, or compassionate, or understanding and whatever else.

Back in the days, I had a very serious anger management problem (ok, so my anger shows its ugly little head in rant for from time to time lol). Back in those days, I used to

Black People Love Us – Laughter Feels Good

You know, every once in a while people need a laugh. Life gets too hectic, too confusing, too serious…and all you really want is to run away from it, fall into a ditch and hide there for eternity even. And then you dust the dirt off, stand up, head high and make the decision that you’re about to start moving forward today…only…how the HELL to shake it off? And that’s when someone tells you the corniest joke on the planet and you laugh your ass off for the next 5 minutes – even the

Why Do I Do What I Do?

Today I had a conversation with a friend. It’s not that the convo was particularly original, given my brand of open honesty when it comes to just about everything. Nor was it particularly insightful. I didn’t solve one damned problem in my life, I didn’t get one answer…and boy, have I ever been searching for answers to some pretty meaningful questions. But, for some reason, as I said goodbye and walked toward my house, I realized that something within me had changed. My thoughts didn’t become linear..quite frankly, they never have been. In fact, I think I would die of boredom if my mind wasn’t consistently deluged with seemingly inconsistent and inconsequential facts and thoughts and ideas that needed to be

So-Called Baby Brain

I am SOOO glad I don’t have kids, just for the fact that I don’t ever wanna be one of the women that
enjoys things like that lol

Yes…that is a quote said by ME lol. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t EVER want to have children and a family of my own, or that I hate children or..I don’t know, whatever other negative connotation you could have possibly gotten from that comment. Ok, lets pause for 10 seconds, and I’ll give you a brief background so you’ll get where I’m coming from…

1. I don’t have that many female friends, on account of the fact that I find most women I encounter to be