I’m sick! I’m miserable. I’ll be back next week…
I’m sick! I’m miserable. I’ll be back next week…
Brilliant advert. Very touching. Please buckle up!
I’ve been hearing that “Gay is the new Black”. I don’t agree with the statement, but I can understand where the comparison comes in (to a certain point). Us not having the freedom to marry, have families, rights, etc. So what happens when you’re not only gay, but also Black?
In Jamaican culture, our music is known for being raw, raunchy, and at times filled with hate for people who prefer same sex partners. I would like to make it very clear that not all Jamaicans feel this way, for I’m Jamaican and I don’t listen to the music which promotes violence against homosexuals.
All I see when I look around me are living, breathing, human beings. I see people who bleed red, feel pain, hurt, anger, love, joy, and happiness, just like I do. Being heterosexual doesn’t make me, my life, and my feelings more valuable and important than those who aren’t heterosexual. Continue reading
When does a woman deserve to be referred to as a “baby mama”?
While perusing various celebrity rubbish blogs I came across the degrading usage of the phrase. I especially noticed the annoying way in which people refer to Antonia Carter as “Lil Wayne’s baby mama”. I don’t know Antonia, but as far as I know she was once married to Mr. Carter. She strikes me as a responsible young woman who takes care of her child and home before anything else. I follow Antonia on twitter and she speaks lovingly of her child, I’ve seen her show on B.E.T. and she seems like a very sweet, down to earth, kind and beautiful young woman. She hardly tweets a bad line about anyone, she seems to stay away from drama and nonsense. She comes off as responsible and reliable. Why not applaud her? Continue reading
Today’s post comes courtesy of Emerson J. Winchester. Emerson is the author of Thursday Morning Meditations. A very well written, insightful, and refreshing blog. I recently went through some of her past posts and this one really struck a nerve with me. This post reminds me of why I value my weekly get together with my girlfriends, we share our thoughts and experiences, and help each other to clear certain hurdles without smashing our shins in them! I am also reminded of why I love to blog, words are powerful and Emerson has a way with words. Thank you for allowing me to share your words. :P – Nikks
My Mom died 3½ years ago. But this isn’t really about her passing. It is about what I carry forward from it.
I am young (late 20something), and people my age shouldn’t lose a parent yet. It’s too early. We are still kids. And we are just getting to the point where we appreciate them for parents. But I did, and from this loss, I gained a breadth of knowledge that nobody could share with me, because they had not yet been there.
Unfortunately, I have been given the opportunity to share my experience with two friends, the most recent being yesterday. One of my college friends, RenaissanceMan, lost his wife last week (another classmate from college) to brain cancer. Hers was fast growing and was relatively quick (as far as cancers go). But again, this is an arena in which many of our contemporaries have (blessedly) not gone … and nobody can give advice because nobody knows.
It has recently come to my attention that someone I love very much was hurt by her mother’s boyfriend. Without going into too much detail, I want to pull a Samuel L Jackson, YES HE DESERVES TO DIE AND I HOPE HE BURNS IN HELL on his ass. But the God in me won’t let me. I’ll leave him to jail and hardened criminals who kill others, but has enough sense to find it repulsive to hurt children. Yes, I’ll leave the sick MF to the killers.
I often wonder why God allows some women to have children! This woman is always “depressed” and complaining about no one helping her with the kids. I’m sorry, not to make light of depression, but the symptoms of depression does not include clubbing, partying, and having fun with various friends and men. Those are not the signs of depression, none I’ve ever seen before. Correct me if I’m wrong. All these situations she brings on herself and now the ultimate cost is that her child pays for her STUPIDITY! Continue reading
One hot sunny day, in a land far away Okay, okay, a couple weeks ago when I was in Jamaica, I was sitting in a salon and listened to a local woman speak about her time in Canada. She thought it rather strange and funny that we refer to our significant others as our “boyfriend” and/or “girlfriend”.
It got me thinking about the way some men and women act in relationships. We refer to ourselves as boyfriend and girlfiend, then wonder why when our significant other is acting in an immature fashion. Maybe it’s time to start referring to our “better halves” as something else. I’m cool with “lover” “significant other” “my man” or “woman” etc. Boyfriend and girlfriend, not so much!
How do you introduce the person you are seeing to your friends and family?
“One thing magazines love to do is call dibs on who will be the new “It” celebrities in the year to come. Sometimes they pick stars whose careers are destined to take off, occasionally they make incredible calls with near-nobodies who later become A-listers, and usually the majority of their picks fade into oblivion. While we’d like to think celeb bible Vanity Fair puts a great deal of thought and planning into its annual “New Hollywood” issue, this year the editors really limited their scope when it came to choosing the next big stars. (Or perhaps they overemphasized the “Fair”? ) Every woman on its new cover is extremely thin and very, very white. Unless Vanity Fair considers one redhead to be diversity, we feel the need to cry foul.” – by Joanna Douglas, Shine