When My Friend Tries To Set Me Up With A Guy Who Has A Great Personality...

 

 The creator of this blog is genius.

 "All the single ladies, All the single ladies.." can relate.

My Friends Are Married

Crazy...

The worst thing to call somebody is crazy. It’s dismissive. I don’t understand this person, “So they’re crazy”. That’s bullshit. These people are not crazy. They’re strong people. Maybe their environment is a little sick.
Dave Chapelle

Ladies at the Lakers Game

Blowout Game vs. the Utah Jazz (120-91) gave us plenty of time to:
I. Determine, we too, could be Laker Girls.
II. Predict the longevity of a few players/it-girls marriages --forecast hazy.
III. Debate which Jackson brother was accompanying the King of Pop's son, Prince Michael.
IV. Discover Khole Kardashian isn't so fat after all.

Yep, we were completely enthralled by the action. Avid sports fans take note.

for women who are 'difficult' to love.
~Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

warsan shire.: poem eleven:

Lyrical Effect

So You Think You Can Dance showcases some of the best dancers and choreographers the entertainment world has to offer, but it also spotlights many musicians that remain under the Top 40 radar.  I have yet to watch an episode & not taken away an obscure song or little known (on the stateside) band.

Mostly recognized for their heavy metal sound, Skunk Anansie, have unveiled a softer side with "Squander".  Lead singer Skin's raspy vocals power through gut-wrenching lyrics with emotional force, leaving listeners feeling the emptiness she forebodes...

Why take everything you see?

You'll have nothing left to squander
If you keep pushing me away
You'll have no one left to love

Trolling With The Homies...

Big Brother 12 is coming soon and the trolls are prepped and ready to go! Salivating, licking their gums, and gnashing their teeth in anticipation of the new houseguests unwittingly entering their noxious grasp, they have waited all year to resurface. Teeming with venom, stupidity, hate, and their preferred weapon of choice, anonymity, they await their next victims.

As much as these new houseguests think they know what they're getting themselves into, they have no idea. Yes, the house itself is stressful. There truly is no preparation for living amongst fourteen complete strangers purposely selected to drive each other nuts, but what lurks outside of the house is truly unexpected. Even the most beloved houseguests will be subjected to their fair share of haters. The trolls do not discriminate because it's not about the person they're attacking; it's more about them spewing the vile hatred they harbor inside at whatever is within striking distance.

Now usually trolls stay within the scope of forums, message boards, comment sections of articles/blogs, etc., but the Big Brother trolls band together and travel far & wide to attack us where we live (well as close as they can get) Twitter, Facebook, P.O. Boxes, & sometimes our personal e-mail addresses. Over the years they've even gone so far as to petition to get houseguests (and their parents) fired from their jobs. They've made it their life's mission to ruin our lives because you see; they have no life of their own. Death threats? Par for the course. Insults? "NIGGAR!", "You diserved to get raped!", & "THAt SERIAL KILLER sHOULD HAVE FINISHED YOu OFF!" were just a few gems hurled at me from behind the keyboards of the trolling cowards. And if you know anything about me, I was more bothered by the misspellings & ALL CAPS than the toxicity launched my way.

The houseguests are playing a game within the confines of a well-decorated fish bowl where every word spoken and action taken is documented for perpetuity.  A game in which lying, manipulation, backstabbing, etc. are sometimes very necessary strategies in order to win; emotions run high, stress is inevitable, mistakes are made, drama ensues and we do it all for the fans of Big Brother...there's no us without them. There's no show without us. Our real lives shouldn't be the subject of troll meddling. Save that for the game. You can't text 1 to get us fired or text 2 to have us meet our early demise.  It's called perspective. Get some. Preferably one less skewed, like... It's a freakin' reality show for your entertainment!

I'm a fan of reality TV as well, my current favorite being the Real Housewives franchise. How good was the catfight that was The Real Housewives of New York City ?! I was enthralled by the bitterness, floored by the craziness, and entranced by the ability of the women to look so fabulously divine while being so downright dirty. Well, Alex's wardrobe was questionable at times, but I digress.

Of course, I picked sides. Primarily Bethenny's over Jill's. That's what you do in reality TV! However, do I hunt down the villainous stars of my favorite shows to unleash an onslaught of rage? No. Unlike trolls, I'm content with my life and myself. And I don't have the time or the inclination.

Reality TV stars are real, three-dimensional people, but reality TV features only the side viewers can mock & hate or love & root for. There is no in between. Naturally, we're seen as caricatures of ourselves wherein people "know" us strictly as one type. Fans of Big Brother get this, go along for the summer ride, add a little snark here & there, and drop the animosity when the season is over. Trolls? All they know is pure malice, atrocious self-loathing, and trolling with their fellow haters, the homies...