Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

i’m bored…

By on February 15, 2011 in Mitzi- all day every day, pocket full of dirty tissue

So Chris Brown has a new video out. Think I’m going to have to watch it a couple more times before I make a decision on how I feel about this song.

However, there is one thing that I’m decidedly against. All those freaking tattoos covering his arms and chest.

Yuck.

Now, don’t get me wrong- I’m not 100% anti-tattoo. One or two creative designs in a strategic location (preferably one that can be covered as necessary) can be extremely sexy- especially on a man with a fit physique. Mmm-hmm…

But when a grown man starts looking like a member of a traveling circus of freaks & oddities, a recent parolee or worse his body starts to get a little flabby and the designs stretch out?

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And the more common tattoos become the less interesting they are to look at. Like how many times can I be impressed by a pair of hands praying, a dragon crawling out your abs, angel wings on your back, your zodiac sign or Japanese symbols of strength (at least that’s what the artist on 125th Street told you it was) across your knuckles??

Err-um, shock value= zero.

In all fairness, I understand Chris has been through a lot these past couple of years. And watching Rih Rih screech her way to Grammy Award probably doesn’t help. But how much more of said internal struggle does he need to advertise on his pectorals? Like, why not get a better therapist or wait on it- an anonymous twitter account? Just no more of the tats.

Please and thanks.

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.

I’m getting old…

By on February 10, 2011 in Mitzi- all day every day

Um so yeah, for the record this hoodie-footie pajama gives me LIFE. L-I-F-E.


*shrug*

Yeah, I said it.

I mean I know that Valentine’s Day is around the corner and what not so we should all get our lingerie game up- even if you’ll just be wearing it for yourself- but as cold as it is? Man listen…

*zips all the way up*

Till the spring, mama is gonna need a real good reason.

so not the desired effect…

By on February 8, 2011 in end of days, pocket full of dirty tissue, why we as a people can't get ahead

MMM-kay. So about this new commercial for Khloe & Lamar’s new unisex perfume??

Why does watching it make my skin crawl?

There’s something so NOT sexy and honestly, kinda scheevy about the way her equally long and wide limbs wrap themselves around this man. And not for nothing, why does he sound more soft spoken than her? Like she’s trying to whisper but that just his tone- naturally. And then watching her kiss him. Nope. Too much.

*shudders uncontrollably*

I don’t know, maybe it’s just too early in the morning for me to be thinking this kinda nonsense. But between you and me, the entire commercial looks like it stinks.

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