Author: Mitzi

No matter how you slice the cake, being cheated on sucks. And the older I become, the longer it takes me to trust. So to discover that someone I finally allowed myself to believe in, be completely unguarded around and tell Elsa about has betrayed me? Well like the 57% of you, just call me Capt. Cut-‘Em-Off.

And no, it’s not because I don’t understand how challenging it can be to meet amazing, progressive, single men nowadays. In fact, I’m the first one commenting on how much harder it’s become over the years and threatening to auction my virginity on Ebay (oh wait, it’s a little too late for that, huh?). But quietly, it’s just as hard to meet amazing women. So the way I see it, we’ll both be struggling to figure it out after the fact.

One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned is if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for everything. And since I don’t have kids to consider, I refuse to be the only one trying to hold the sinking ship together. DO NOT come crying to me to me after the fact because you feel guilty or worse, cause your side chick is getting out of pocket and is threatening to rat you out. Sloppy is not hot.

Although I’ll admit; I wasn’t always this jaded. Looking way, way back, like the 42%, I’m sure that if my ex had simply been upfront about what happened or in my case, confessed before the trifling jump-off called my phone (insert eye roll and sigh) we would’ve definitely been able to move past it. Because keeping it real? Deep down inside, I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to make like the white girls in the movies and have a happily ever after. Now, no one’s saying it would’ve been easy (cause I’m a Scorpio and you know how we do) BUT when you actually meet someone that matters, it can be hard to just let go of everything because of one unfortunate, meaningless indiscretion…

I was really hoping that the Chicago police would find Jennifer Hudson’s nephew Julian King. I kept delaying my post about the situation because I was convinced that somehow, some way, that the innocent 7 year-old boy was going to be okay. Unfortunately not. And so my thoughts go out to Jennifer Hudson and her family for the multiple losses they suffered this past weekend. I pray that at some point they will all be able to heal and recover.

I also hope that this unspeakable tragedy serves as a gentle reminder to the rest of us-no one is 100% immune to domestic violence. Hindsight is 20/20 but trust, somewhere along the line, somebody saw J-Hud’s sister’s estranged husband say/ do something that made them pause. And lord knows they probably even tried to say something…
Tragically, you know how hardheaded women in love (myself included) can be about our relationships- giving folks a million and one chances, overlooking the obvious, acting like crazy is ever cool, etc. Read: unnecessarily gambling with our mental and physical wellbeing just not to be alone.

Humph, all I can say is point duly noted.

When my girl Nikki asked me to pose the poll question- whether or not folks felt like they could be in a serious relationship (long-term implied) or even married to a partner that refused to disclose how much money he/ she earned annually, I just knew that this was going to be a landslide hell no. But clearly, I was wrong.

19% of you voted that you would be A-OK living in the dark. Like seriously? Are we living in the same country? You know, the one with the tanking economy and all?
Maybe, the 89% of us are missing something BUT if you’re comfortable enough to lay down and fall asleep in the bed beside me every night then certainly, you should be okay with letting me know what your checks are looking like, right? Cause like, aren’t financial and sexual history are equally important?
I don’t even know what to say party people…

I will be beyond a lucky camper. I have eaten so much over this past weekend, I am scared to try on my safety jeans- you know the ones that are 3 sizes too big, made entirely of cheap spandex and that you pack just in case (as it often will with my greedy behind) the eating gets out of control? I am so about to be the one woman Sisterhood of the Traveling Sweats as I hustle back to NYC this morning.

The best thing about going to visit good friends that live far away is the building excitement. The worst thing? The letdown when it’s time to leave. Whenever I arrive at the airport, I always feel like the bad seven year-old totally pouty and unable to grasp the concept that we’ll see each other again. I hate good-byes. Damn a new iPhone, when is Apple going create travel portals so that I can get back and forth in the blink of an eye?

Well, its definitely encouraging to learn that 66% of you have figured out a way to be friends with your exs. Cause I can def remember a time when the phrase, “I hope we can always be friends” was just the polite way to get off the phone. You know, after the whole- “Um no we can’t keep sleeping together anymore” part of the convo. And right before you’d call your closest friend and talk more mess than a little bit about how the entire relationship was nothing short of the biggest mistake of your life and not one of your friends were ever, ever, ever allowed to speak to him/ her again.

As for the 33% of you still cutting folks off at the knees, I wish you good luck. It takes great discipline to spend the rest of my life pretending not to know someone that I used to be get my sexy on with… especially if we live in the same city. With my kinda luck, I’m the one, bumping into them on every corner and opening of a soup can. And I swear, there is nothing more uncomfortable faking small talk with someone you’re not cool with. You know those horrid conversations held entirely in that high pitch, fake excited tone of voice-“Oh my god, hi!! It’s so good to see you!” When the whole time you’re wishing you just stayed home and drank a V-8? Mmm-hmm…

This evening I’m headed to Detroit for my goddaughter Sydney’s christening. And I gotta be honest, I’m really excited. The last time I saw Sydney she was an 8-month bump and stretching my poor BFF’s stomach into something straight out of a bad sci-fi movie. Seriously.

So it looks like this whole weekend I’m going to be immersed in young Black suburban life:

Tomorrow, Shayla and I are scheduled to chaperon Sydney’s big sister Sam and her entire pre-k class on their apple-picking trip. No, it’s not exactly the ‘sophisticated-ladies-who-lunch’ type of day I had envisioned when I said I was gonna come in early so we could spend some time together but you know, things are a little different in Ann Arbor Michigan. For the record, mama has already packed her nerve pills.

Then on Saturday, the husband got tickets to the annual Michigan v. Michigan State game. Woo Hoo!! So while Shayla is off being a good AKA soror at our classmate Crystal’s wedding (god bless her heart), Steve, his frat brothers and I will be screaming our heads off at Michigan Stadium aka The Big House alongside 110,000 sloppy, beer-filled, possibly shirtless and definitely over the top college football fans… can’t wait!
Finally, on Sunday we’re all headed to the church. Where Lord willing, I will not to fall asleep during the service or drop Sydney in the water basin when it’s time to present her. ‘Cause as you can see, if she ain’t nothing else my goddaughter is a big baby.

Wish me luck!

Ok, I have to say I just got the sweetest shout out on the blog, Yeah I Said It And So What. Normally, I wouldn’t bother talking about something like this BUT why is her blog the funniest thing EVER. Like this it’s totally and completely what The YBF used to be before ole girl started loving down every freaking celebrity walking and probably what my blog would be like if I didn’t need to make a living interviewing these crazy acting celebrities every time the bank account got a little low. Sigh.

So by all means go head, check her out and feel free to get addicted-just click on the name, I finally figured out how to do that little hidden url trick-you know I am.

WOWOW, so the majority of you guys are not okay with your partner regularly logging on to internet porn, huh? Very interesting.

I gotta be honest, like the paltry 36%, I could care less if my partner watches while he’s working or surfing. As long as you’re not crying about how you can’t afford to take me out cause you’re broke, still putting it down in our bedroom, cleaning up after yourself at the desk and not asking me to help you pick a new position for the bootylicious freak who doesn’t know you from the next serial number that just logged off before you… The way I see it is, if you like it, I love it.

But I guess the 63% do have some valid points… Yes, all those virus and cookies downloaded to the computer will eventually cost money to remove. No, it’s probably not so easy for the average self esteem to accept that their partner fantasizes about another person (even if we know we do it too). Yes, certain stains and smells can be very challenging to remove when in a rush. And no, there’s nothing quite as comforting as the old school bootleg DVD that can be broken in half and tossed in the trash if I get mad enough.

I was going to start my day by breaking on Sarah “I’m a fake Maverick” Palin and the newly leaked expense reports that prove she’s been flying her three daughters all across the country to different events and shacking up in luxury hotel rooms at the state’s expense. And wait on it… homegirl got caught trying to amend her expense reports to read as if the girls were on ‘official state business’ all after the fact. Why by-golly, are you trying to tell me is that 7 year-old Piper is not capable of conducting official Alaska state business (insert patronizing wink/ smirk combo)?? I cry for the country.

Needless to say event organizers (who’ve seen way too many lobbyists headed to the clink in the past couple of years) were hardly willing to take the fall for the dimwitted Governor. As soon as they were questioned by the press, they started dry snitching like Bodie in The Wire, talking about, “We never extended an invitation to her family… The girls just showed up.” Um, what you say?
Jesus, take the wheel because I can’t.:
http://news.aol.com/elections/article/palin-charged-alaska-for-kids-travel/220444

But then, I received word of a voter in New Mexico getting turned away from the polls because of the t-shirt she was wearing and I got a little sidetracked.

WOW, so I guess all the hundreds of annoying emails reminding me not to wear an Obama t-shirt, button, sticker, underwear, eye patch or tattoo to the voting polls this November 4th that my beloved cousin Vianet keeps forwarding to are actually true. My bad, V!

Turns out that the poor lady was in a freaking wheelchair when she got sent away!! Talking about her Obama t-shirt was distracting to other voters. Um sure, but not for nothing the liquor store next door isn’t? I’m just saying… It’s definitely getting ugly.

Check out the craziness and be prepared.
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/10/21/jones.nm.voter.turned.away.mxf.koat

So I spent all day Sunday running around D.C. producing a photo shoot of skateboarder Darren Harper for SET Magazine. And can I just say, if every day of work could look like this… bring it on!

In addition to being super talented (among a bunch of other accolades/ affiliations, he’s the first African American skater sponsored by Travis Barker’s Stars & Straps clothing line), Darren has the most amazing skin and teeth I’ve seen on a non-model Black boy like, EVER. And something tells me that this kid (easy ladies, he’s only 26 years old) who makes a living by spending his days rolling through the world on a damn board is so not the one for the expensive bath products.

Watching Darren for six hours (and yes, I got paid to peep him out) got me to thinking about the state of black men’s skin. More specifically the recent string of guys with bad skin that I’ve come across recently.

Its 2008, why do you still have razor bumps? I get the whole curly hair conspiracy but how about you make sure you’re using a clean blade to cut? I dated a professional barber for almost six years, and the first thing I learned was that half of all razor bumps are cause by dirty blades. Mmm-hmmm… And what’s really good with the dry flaky skin? Ya’ll just looking ashy all around the mouth and eyebrow area… My brothers, please stop acting like facial moisturizer (no, not your girl’s hand lotion or mama’s tub of Vaseline) is freaking kryptonite and handle that.

And do not get me started on all the folks with twisted, yellow, jumbled, rock biter mouths. You know what, when your teeth are wrecked, my natural thought process is to assume that your breath stinks. Uh-uh, I can’t…

And you know what? You shouldn’t want me to either.


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