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I was honored to be a guest blogger over on HighCl…

I was honored to be a guest blogger over on HighClassJackass today.

Check it out.



August 31, 2006 at 7:35 pm 1 comment

Could We BE Anymore Fat-Assed?


Yesterday, NPR reported that a New Zealand firm is developing a car-shaped shopping cart that enables kids to watch videos while their parents shop. Typicals like Wal-Mart and Publix are testing them out. Oh before you raise any objections, dear Reader, don’t worry:

“…..Child-development experts are wary, but Cabco says offering customers the
carts can add as much as $100,000 to a store’s receipts.”

Glad everything’s in it’s right place.

August 31, 2006 at 5:08 am 2 comments

Day Late, Dollar Short

Yesterday, as I’m hoping most of you already know, was the anniversary of the Katrina tragedy in New Orleans. There have been numerous “Where are we now?” news reports on N.O., but the fact of the matter is that most of the reports are about 59 minutes of bullshit, beating around the bush and one minute of the basic admission that “Yea, we fucked up and it’s going nowhere.”

David Denby’s review of Spike Lee’s HBO documentary on the anniversary is true-to-form and a must-read about the must-see.

“..anyone hoping to reclaim Katrina emotionally—to experience what the city
went through in all its phases of loss, anger, and contempt—needs to see
Lee’s movie, which is surely the most magnificent and large-souled record of
a great American tragedy ever put on film..”


August 30, 2006 at 5:21 pm 1 comment

Same As It Ever Was, Part Deux: The End

Of course, the last week before I move up to school I sit on my glasses and don’t even notice for 15 minutes because my ass is so big; and when I do, they are completely deformed and when I wear them I look like a wacky scientist.

Of course, the last week before I move up to school my contacts have expired so I must wear my glasses which are deformed so when people meet me, they will think I am a wacky scientist.

Of course, the last week before I move up to school I am utterly broke and don’t know how I will manage paying my movers the $600 in cash I owe them for the second half of my move. Nor do I know how I’ll even eat since I won’t receive my stipend and travel expense check until the 13th. and, of course, I need to get my hair did before I move, especially to lessen the wacky scientist look.

And of course in my last days here before I go more than halfway to Canada, things get serious with a boy below the Mason Dixon line. Yes, the boy and I have gotten pretty serious, much to my chagrin and pleasure. We’re somewhere in between strong crushes and falling into that four letter word. I’ve been more cautious for obvious reasons and this was not in the plan of my new life in a new town with a new purpose! It’s all muddled up and you know what? What did I do when it was getting more and more muddled up? Reader, I bedded the boy and now it’s all kindsa muddled.

And Reader, of course he’s a MGM. And not just any MGM. I didn’t smile and thank God more than I thought “Holy Shit” and took some deep breaths. To be honest, it’s a little too big but that’s just my “luck” dating a 6’7, 220 lbs giant. But he’s still like a gift from heaven: after the first time, he apologized for the apparently short time (but anything after 5 min is lucky to me) and said “but I brought more for later.” Can you imagine my glee?!

But it’s not even that. The boy is the first person I’ve made a real emotional connection with in the 2 years since I met my ex. He is the first person to remind me of my worthiness. I’ve been doing a pretty good job myself but it’s always nice when someone else sees it, too. He’s a stand-up North American Negro Male who’s worked against all the shit this country sets against black men, he’s passionate, no bullshitter, and we laugh together about crap. Here’s a first: I sang in front of him. I have a crackhead voice that scares the strongest of dogs, but the boy makes me feel so comfortable I don’t even care. Though he hasn’t asked me to sing again, but that’s ok…because I still will.

But I’m leaving and the boy is here, of course.


August 30, 2006 at 4:40 pm 1 comment

Silence = Death

(There would be a pic here but Blogger and I are having some technical difficulties)

While the idea-turned-reality of a woman with two cooters is jaw-dropping and the not-so-new-news not to marry a whoa-man if you want to be happy for the rest of your life is, well, not really shocking so much as annoying, it’s really a shame what ABC News highlighted this week and even bigger shame how little it’s been profiled.

Last night I watched ABC’s “AIDS in Black America: Out of Control” (I’m not too hot on that title, I think it steps too close to certain implications) where I learned that I am 23 times more more likely to be diagnosed with AIDS than white women; that the infection rate is 8 times the rate of whites; that of all women with in the States with HIV, 68% are black; that while I and my fellow black folk make up 13% of the U.S. population, we account for over 50% of all new cases of HIV; and almost 70% of all newly diagnosed HIV-positive women in the United States are black women.

Those are just a few stats but they barely touch the surface of this segment, inspired by the 25th anniversary of the first reported cases of AIDS. There are some significant causes behind this clearly emergency situation such as black men who have sex with men not telling their female partners, and those same men not using protection with either partner (because to pull out a condom perhaps acknowledges what’s not being said), black women not using protection with their black male partners many of whom have just been released from prison (where a disproportionate number of black men reside, where AIDS infection rates are 5 times higher, and where there are no comprehensive national testing, prevention, or treatment programs), and a gaping wide hole in the mostly conservative black community where a discussion of sexuality in all its orientations and practices should occur.

Aids in Black America – ABC

— BB

August 25, 2006 at 7:49 pm Leave a comment

How ‘Bout I Don’t Fuckin Know, Alex?

A recent convo with my always choc-full-of-insanity friend, D. – looks like whites and blacks have different takes on everything….

D.: i was watching some bloopers show las nite — and they showed a clip from jeopardy – and the question was “this is a term used for a garden tool or a scadalous woman” — black guy answers and says “what is a ho, alex” — which was wrong…

me: so i guess its bad i thought hoe too

D.: the correct answer is rake

me: who calls a ho a rake???

D.: …..white people.

Update/ Major Correction – Looks like the man was actually white and D. wasn’t watching but listening from the other room and assumed he was black. Jesus.

August 24, 2006 at 4:48 pm 1 comment

THE ORIGINAL: Britney Spears acting very strange o…

THE ORIGINAL: Britney Spears acting very strange or

I love when she says she feels “really behind” in life. But then again, the clearly implanted silicone on top of her boobs is priceless.

August 24, 2006 at 4:16 pm 1 comment

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