Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

put your lighters in the air…

By on March 9, 2009 in keep hope alive, Mitzi- all day every day, taking it one day at a time

Yo, has it really been TWELVE Years since Biggie was murdered??? My God, that’s so crazy to me…

Okay seriously? I LOVE me some Notorious B.I.G. I mean to say, I memorized the lyrics to every single song and interlude on Ready To Die in two freaking days. Mind you, I couldn’t remember formula the first to save my ass from getting a C- in the freshman Chem class that made difference between me going to med school and becoming an English major but Gimme The Loot? Machine Gun Funk? Juicy??? Man listen… I’m not even going to discuss Life After Death cause I might start to tear up. I just makes no sense.

And nowadays we sit here and listen to wack ass rappers like Soulja Boy go double platinum. Good grief.

somebody needs to smack fire out that lil boy…

By on March 6, 2009 in desperate cry for help, love be a cellulite cream, taking it one day at a time, why we as a people can't get ahead

So there I was minding my business trying to read up on this new nine minute miracle cellulite cream (that quietly, I’m sooo about to spend a $100 dollars on as soon as this recession ends) when I heard about the Chris Brown/ Rihanna beatdown incident report. And I have to tell you, after reading the entire report- this is so not okay.

Dude, Chris Brown beat Rihanna like she was a straight up stranger. Like forreal, forreal? Bouncing her head off of the car window, punching her in the eye, the head, the arm, leg AND then biting her? What in the hell? Did he momnetarily lose his mind and confuse for a car jacker? I’m just saying… Cause I just can’t comprehend what in the unholy domestic violence hell this punkass 19 year old was thinking when he threatened to “really beat your ass when we get home!” Word? Forget what you heard, that little dancing fool needs to go sitdown in a jail for at least six months to think about what he did to the woman he’s steady professing to love.

Oh and no Kanye et al, I do not think he deserves another chance. At all. So be clear, if I hear any of ya’ll enabling ass celebs come out and support him, I’m boycotting you too.

And I intend to start the prayer vigil for Rih-Rih and her sense of self-worth ASAP… cause clearly despite all the fame and money, there’s something missing in her life. And whatever it is, it compells her to return to a relationship w/ a man who beat that ass like a dude because HIS MESSY BEHIND got caught with the inapropriate 3-page text from the sidechick. Can I get an amen?

can’t stop, won’t stop…

By on March 4, 2009 in it's in the genes, team obama, using our powers for good

And the Obama momentum continues…

On Thursday, February 12, 2009 Captain Rachelle Jones (on the left), First Officer Stephanie Grant (right), and their two flight attendents Robin Rogers and Diana Galloway made history as the very first all African American female flight crew! The dope foursome operated Atlantic Southeast Airlines flight 5202 from Atlanta toNashville and flight 5106 from Nashville back to Atlanta.

In the immortal words of Puff Daddy- Take That, Take That!

there are no words…

By on March 4, 2009 in going to hell in a handbasket, it's not a game out there, tapped out

Hmmm… so do you remember when that videotape of a 2 year-old girl being raped by a grown ass 34 year-old man mysteriously popped up in the Vegas desert about two years ago ? It was around the time all those little girls were being kidnapped and murdered across the country… and there was the intense nationwide manhunt for the dirty looking white dude with greasy hair and those nasty looking striped bed sheets?

Then when the authorities finally located the all the parties involved it was real nightmare operation- something like at the time, the girl’s mom was broke and homeless. So they were crashing at some random girlfriend’s crib for a couple of weeks. The guy, Chester Arthur Stiles was the friend’s trifling live-in boyfriend and he raped the baby while the mom and the friend were out kicking it. Or something real ‘Gone Baby Gone/ trailer-trashy mess like that…

Anyhoo, don’t ask me why I taught this sicko was already locked up under a jail but apparently he was just sentenced yesterday afternoon. Mmm-hmm, dude is looking at 22 felonies that carry multiple life prison terms in addition to an upcoming federal trial for producing child pornography that when he’s found guilty will carry a sentence of 15 to 30 years. Good luck.

You know, if they’re not gonna send Chester the Molester back to God for a do-over (’cause some folks really do need their interventions directly from the Big Homie) then I really hope they release his ass in to general population. NO, not because I want to see him tortured (although that is definitely a bonus) but rather because this is NOT where I want to see my tax dollars at work. I don’t want this scumbag to have a private cell, separate meals, take a shower at a different time, scratch his balls, not one damn thing different from all the rest of the folks I’m already supporting.

like chewing foil….

By on March 3, 2009 in desperate cry for help, it's not a game out there, why we as a people can't get ahead

Soooooo, did ANYONE enjoy the premiere of Harlem Heights last night? Anyone, anyone, anyone? No seriously. Cause I swear ‘fore God, that was nothing short of a complete waste of 52 minutes in my life. And the fact that I stayed up well past the 9.30p bootcamp bedtime makes it just THAT much more upsetting…

Granted, I am VERY proud of my fellow FAMU alum Randolph Stiurrup, who co-created and executive produced the project. I know it was a very long road and I certainly hope to see many additional projects from my fellow Rattler. But let’s keep it all the way real…

Was that not the slowest paced reality show like EVER? The whole thing felt like water torture. I mean, exactly how these kids are supossed to be part of the same crew when they clearly don’t know and/ or hate each other??? Cause there’s stretching the truth and then there’s straight up lying. And the birthday party with 15 people in Covo’s big empty room. I can’t…

Not for nothing, each time Landon swirled his little neck around all I could think was, ‘is this fool high? Or gay? Or both?’ Mmm-hmm. Note to the big chick from down south who fell out when Obama won… will you please settle down and stop being the bull in a china shop? You ain’t scurred of nobody- we get it. Next. Pierre and Christian as Harlem’s sexy ‘it’ boys? Yawn. Oh and good Jesus, if BET doesn’t hire better writers for back-stabbing ass Bridget’s voiceovers I gonna have to duct tape her mouth closed.

Honestly, the only characters worth watching are: 1)corner boy turned wanna-be community activist Jason (that is as long as his mouth was closed…. As soon as he speaks my nerves get bad. I want you to conjugate some verbs every once in a while, okay honey?) and 2) desperately clinging to my 15 minutes of fame Brook (esp the scene where she was trying on clothes in the N Boutique. How you gonna be the shit talking flychick while you’re wearing the blatantly mismatched drawers??)

Although I did love the janky KFC ad. Why? Cause that pretty much summed the entire show up- straight tomfoolery.

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