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Category: it takes a village

happy ash wednesday…

By on March 9, 2011 in desperate cry for help, it takes a village, it's not a game out there, pocket full of dirty tissue, tagging out, why we as a people can't get ahead

Dang. Just finished reading the New York Times article about the 21 Catholic priests in Philadelphia that were recently suspended for sexual abuse of a minor and/ or boundary issues with them.


DEAD FISH EYES

But wait on it… a grand jury report issued on February 10th of 2010 accused the Philadelphia Archdiocese of a widespread cover-up of predatory priests, stretching over decades, and said that as many as 37 priests remained active in the ministry despite credible accusations against them. And naturally, at the time the cardinal vehemently denied the claim.

And then this. A entire YEAR later.

Le sigh.

I feel so sad for all the victims who were put in harm’s way because the Catholic Church refuses to be accountable. Life is hard enough nowadays without having your faith in your religious leaders destroyed over and over again.

#planbetter…

By on March 3, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, it's in the genes, made for the maury show, pocket full of dirty tissue

I admit it. I started following Charlie Sheen on Twitter this morning.


*hangs head in shame*

I know, I know, I’m totally enabling the crazy. But I have to tell you, the tomfoolery is just so damn entertaining. And I don’t care how great folks say his performances were in “Two and A Half Men” (’cause I have yet to watch a single episode), something tells me it hardly compares to the comedy that is now Charlie’s “tigersblood” and his “bi-winning.”

HEE-larious.

Oh but I can tell you who’s NOT winning this morning:
Bringham Young University basketball star, Brandon Davies.

Nope. Not one bit. Homeboy done got himself suspended for the rest of the season. Mmm-hmm…

According to the Salt Lake Tribune, despite being the team’s leading rebounder and third leading scorer, the forward was dismissed from the No. 3 Cougars for the rest of the season for breaking the school’s moral code when he-WAIT ON IT- admitted to engaging in sexual relations with his girlfriend.

As most of you know, BYU is a private university run by the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter-day Saints. And them folk in Utah do not play that ish. At. All.

Apparently, the administration fully expects all its students to live up to the school’s Honor Code Statement which among other things includes abstaining from alcohol, coffee and living “a chaste and virtuous life.”
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Okay then… Ya’ll better stop playing the reindeer games with them Mormons.

*pours out a little holy water*

we’re not drinking the tea in nyc…

By on February 25, 2011 in it takes a village, Mitzi- all day every day, using our powers for good

Anti-Abortion Billboard in SoHo Comes Down: MyFoxNY.com

So Life Always’ offensive anti-abortion billboard came down yesterday afternoon, huh?


Woo hoo! I love it when the good guys win. Shout outs to everyone who complained, called and were prepared to mobilize to against such a blatant racist attack against African-Americans and every woman’s right to reproductive choice.

*round of applause*

With that said, prayers up for the union folks in Wisconsin. It seems that despite their prolonged protests, the State House of Reps finally got it’s way. Shady ass Governor Scott Walker and the GOP passed that controversial labor bill earlier this morning. Hmm… not a good look for the working middle class. At. All.

I surely hope they remember this nonsense come 2012.

worth 5 minutes of your time…

By on February 24, 2011 in end of days, it takes a village, Mitzi- all day every day, using our powers for good

By now, anyone with a modicum of media awareness has heard about the ridiculously offensive anti-abortion billboard that the pro-life group Life Always has posted in Soho for the next 3 weeks. So I’m not going to bother ranting about the absurdity of it all, instead how about this:


Don’t just be angry and offended, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

The name of the woman that approved this ad and it’s placement is Mary Bentley. Her office phone number is 214.520.9188. (No, she doesn’t even live in NYC. She lives in Texas)

CALL HER

Tell her how offensive you find the billboard and it’s placement. Demand that they remove it immediately.

Everyone has a right to voice their opinion, including pro-lifers. However, considering how FEW African Americans reside in the SoHo area, it certainly seems as if the message is more of a statement ABOUT African-Americans as opposed to FOR African-Americans.

Which is RACIST.

Oh and please be clear; while the statistics being quoted may be true, those numbers DO NOT include terminations performed at private medical facilities. READ: where women with money & access choose to have their unwanted pregnancies discreetly handled.

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when mama tina takes the night off…

By on February 14, 2011 in desperate cry for help, it takes a village, why we as a people can't get ahead

So about last night’s Grammys….


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I mean, honestly from that horrific Aretha tribute to Lady Gaga popping out an egg just to sing over Madonna’s ‘Express Yourself’ all the way to Rih Rih’s off-key, wannabe dance hall moment and Dr. Dre’s old school mom jeans. Le Sigh. Yeah, I think I pretty much said it all in my chocolate bar fueled Twitter feed rant. In case you missed it, go HERE.

But lemme ask you this… What’s was going on with Beyonce?

When the camera panned on her for the first time sitting next to her BFF Gwyneth Paltrow, I did a damn double take. WTH?? Is she morphing into a white woman right in front of our very eyes?

Granted, I know this is homegirl’s “winter” complexion but still- what’s really good with the extra strawberry blonde weave and bare face look she was giving? As if she just decided to stop by the awards show on her way back to the hotel from running an errand at Target? I mean, less is more but none is ridiculous.

DEAD FISH EYES

Oh and I’m not even going to discuss the drab, black, bedazzled waist-length tuxedo jacket over a pair of high-waisted, sequined booty shorts….

No bueno.

feel better than you look…

By on February 11, 2011 in it takes a village, Mitzi- all day every day

Normally, I don’t really get into the Fashion Week madness here in the city. Although I love fabulous clothes and the drama as much as the next person, the idea of sitting around gawking at emaciated human hangers prancing up and down a runway does absolutely nothing for me. At all.


Let’s just say, I’m more for the open bar/ free food afterparties. *shrug*

But this year, thanks to the kind folks at Diet Coke I actually had the pleasure of attending the Heart Truth Red Collection Runway Show. Held annually, it features some of our favorite actresses and celebrities wearing red dresses from different designers to raise awareness of heart disease amongst women and inspire us to take action to lower our level of risk.

And I have to tell you, I was impressed.

Not only was the pre-show panel extremely informative. Did you know heart disease kills more women than all forms of cancer COMBINED? But the stars turned out for the event- I had no idea Matthew McCougney could clean up so well. And the boys- from America’s Next top Model- Miss J, Jay and Nigel were doing the absolute MOST on the front row. And the actual celeb models were very impressive:

NBC’s Ann Curry was super cute, Camila Alves (Matt’s baby mama) has a body to D-I-E for, Dita Von Teese is the sexiest white woman on the planet, Laila Ali & her baby bump were jamming, few make divorce look better than Garcelle Beauvais, the size of Suzanne somers breasts was epic and nobody, I mean nobody could outdo Miss Patti prancing down the walk singing her own damn song.

Unfortunately, I spent too much time laughing and clapping at the catwalk antics to get any good pictures.

My bad, next year.

ball till you fall- literally…

By on February 1, 2011 in desperate cry for help, it takes a village, using our powers for good

WOWOW.


Last week Wednesday, THIRTEEN University of Iowa football players were hospitalized after a saturation workout that included doing a 100 squats and pulling one of those weighted sleds a 100 yards. All 13 kids (cause that’s what you are in college) were diagnosed with rhabdomyolysis, “a stress-induced syndrome that can damage cells and cause kidney damage and even failure in severe cases.” Which probably means that even with severe muscle soreness and discolored urine the boys did more workouts until they straight fell out.

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Kidney damage and failure??? Uh, uh. This foolishness is not okay. Not for nothing, every year about 10 football players die during workouts. Can you imagine if that was your child, relative or friend?

Ironically, at this very moment my girl Tomia is organizing a 5 K Run/ Walk on behalf of Devard Darling’s As One Foundation to commemorate the 10th Anniversary of the death of his twin Devaughn. Dude was a FSU football player that died during a workout from the same exact ‘ish. Crazy.

You can check that out HERE.

But even more importantly, tell somebody.

lookin mighty sweet…

By on January 13, 2011 in it takes a village, pocket full of dirty tissue, why we as a people can't get ahead

They say a picture speaks a thousand words. But for the grown ass man who thought it was a good idea to tattoo a three-scoop ice cream cone with lightning bolts shooting out of it on his face, I only have one:


FOOL.

I’m not even going to get into Gucci Mane’s loopy blood shot eyes and and slightly ajar bottom lip that give me the distinct impression that he’s either suffering from a bad cold or missing a chromosome… or two. Nope.

I’m just going to wish you good luck with that homie.

*logs all the way off*

i used to put books under my pants..

By on January 11, 2011 in it takes a village, it's in the genes, Mitzi- all day every day

So I realize that I’m SUPER late with this but guess what? I. Don’t Care. I’ve been under a deadline rock for the past week and a half.


This video of a kid who looks to be about 14 years old getting his behind WHOOPED by his Uncle for posting fake gangster nonsense, threats and inappropriate thug bullshit on his Facebook page gave me LIFE this morning.

And when I say, LIFE? I mean, I was literally shaking and crying from laughter for five minutes straight. This might be the only reason I make it through the next 4 days.

Lemme tell you, not because I think watching someone get humiliated is funny. No. Easy. I told ya’ll I’m trying to be a better person in 2011.

On the contrary, all I could think as I watched the kid scurry in a circle trying to avoid each smack without actually running away from his Uncle (cause the two worst thing you could do in that situation were run or grab the belt) was, O.M.G, I KNOW that belt!!! I was RAISED with that belt!! It landed on my legs, thighs and back more times than I care to remember!! And I for damn sure been in the same cowered position, apologizing for acting like I didn’t have any good goddamn sense. Believe that.

And why? Because my parents taught me better than that. And we don’t come from that shit!!

I thank GOD EVERY day there was no cameras around when I was growing up!!

*makes the sign of the cross, presses play and falls out again*

Shout out to all the people who were raised by someone that loved them enough to whip-not BEAT- them when they were getting bigger than their britches.

think before you release…

By on January 10, 2011 in desperate cry for help, it takes a village, pocket full of dirty tissue, supermarket dreams on a bodega budget, tagging out, why we as a people can't get ahead

Wow, what a crazy three days!


On Friday, the Obama administration deleted the words ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ from all official forms for the more politically correct titles, ‘Parent 1′ and ‘Parent 2,’ then the senseless massacre in Tucson, Arizona popped off and as of this morning it appears that after years of civil war the Sudanese are about to officially vote their country into two parts. CA-razy!

Oh but wait, wait, how could I forget? Foxy Brown released a snippet from what is supposed to be a diss-track against Lil’Kim, entitled, Christmas Massacre.

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You know how grown-ups are constantly explaining to children that timing is everything? Well Fox, or may I call you Inga? Timing is EVERYTHING. And the level of ridiculousness that this lame, nonsensical, two-week late, uncalled for, attempt at a diss track has reached is simply BEYOND.

We are in the midst of national and international calamity and this is when you think it’s a good time to publicize the implied death threats and raggedy shots you attempted to take at another female rapper? Which for the record, is already two weeks late????

GIRL, BYE.

I’mma need you, that filthy looking lace front, and the Ampro gel shellacked baby hair to go pick up a newspaper, find a friend that can read it to you and quiet ya self.

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