Mitzi Moments

And just like that NYC is freezing. Sigh. I hate the cold gray days of winter as much as I hate full length fake fur coats. Well Almost. ‘Cause I really, really hate those damn coats.

Anyhoo, I went to a sneak preview of Will Smith’s new movie, Seven Pounds last night. Ummm-hmmm, don’t hate. We should all have friends with hook-ups as wonderful as Charreah.
So I won’t spoil the movie for you guys but there was definitely a lot of emotional upheaval and mortality confrontations going on. Not sure it exactly fits the upbeat-feel-good holiday movie genre… But on an upnote, Rosario Dawson was killer. She acted her ass off in this one. So if for nothing else, go see her.

Oh and I loved the dog too.

So I get the random text from Crystal last night telling me to turn on NBC and watch this new reality show they’re previewing called, Mamas Boys. Where, if I’m to understand the premise correctly, overprotective mothers help select the right girl for thier ‘perfect’ sons to date. Ummmm… okay.

If it sounds like the Bachelor with his crazy momma in tow to you; don’t worry, that’s the same thing I thought. And for the record, I haven’t had the slightest interest in watching The Bachelor since that crazy man married that Norwegian airline stewardess (wasn’t her name Darma or something like that?) live on national TV five seconds after his fugly identity was revealed. Only to then find out he was a total looney tune and dead broke. Do you remember that? But I digress…
So anyhoo, I’m watching and playing along as the women in the brothel (there are 32 grownass women living in 1 house) get all excited to first meet the men (three random white guys with whatever looks and obviously inflated egos) and then their moms (yawn).
Don’t you know, it’s all fun and games until in walks the wildcard- the racist mother. Yes they did. Some squat, white, half-illiterate Catholic woman named Mrs. B who doesn’t want any race or religion mixing for her precious, pure-American, only son… Who if you ask me, looks like he’s half Puerto Rican with all the extra fuzzy hair and dark skin. But wait on it.
Instead of keeping it moving, WHY did this black chick named VITA, decide that b/c she is an Iraq War vet that fought for everyone in this country, she was going to be the one to confront old girl? Homegirl rolls on the mom and righteous talking about, I think you should apologize to all of us for thoe racist comments you made. Cause I’m in the military and I protect the people like you!”
Well don’t you know KKK Queen was having none of it. She was like, “Um , excuse you? First of all, I didn’t tell you to enlist. So that’s your problem! And for the record, I have five black friends. So I am not a racist. And no, I will not apologize! Matter of fact, my skin is darker than yours, so F- You Bee-yatch!!” And then she turned around and walked away.
Yes, you read that correctly. She straight up called Vita the B-word and BOUNCED.
I swear, it was like a modern day version of that classic Eddie Murphy RAW monologue where the short wite Italian guy goes to see Rocky in the movie theater, loses his mind and makes the mistake of going hard with the big black dude. Except this was an old white woman and in a complete flip of fate, she SHUT THAT HO DOWN.
Vita was looking all kinds of flabbergasted and confused. Not nam one of the chicks that popped that mess with her earlier when they were discussing ‘what they would do when they laid eyes on the mom’ said word the first. It was like, “Uh-uh, you on your own my sister”… Damn.

You see what gentrification has gotten us? Mmm-hmm, I hope you’re satisfied.

Okay, so 77% are down to comfortable using toys/ games with our partners. Can’t say that I’m really surprised. Considering the world we live in, I’m willing to bet that the majority of the 22% whom responded not so much, only said that because they’re too chicken to bring it up themselves and no one’s suggested yet.

You know, kinda like the quiet “good” girls who are really just waiting for any boy to look their way so the slut out missions can commence?

In hindsight, a more interesting question might have been, have you ever tried to get it popping with the toys and totally get shut down? Read: your partner freezes up and looks like you suggested inviting his/her mom into a 3-some? Talk about akward.
And if so, how the heck do you recover from that? Do you simply laugh and say, ‘Just kidding’ really fast? Cause the way I see it, if the person feels all offended like your suggestion is a personal insult (i.e ” I don’t play those reindeer games! I can’t believe you think I’m that type of guy/girl!!!”), the whole hook-up could be a wrap. Forreal, forreal…

And to think, I thought I was having a rough time lately… According to AP reports, it’s gonna cost Madonna close to $75 million dollars to get a divorce form guy Ritchie. And the best part? That’s the settlement! He didn’t even take her to the mat for cheating with lameass A-Rod. Damn.

But wait on it… as if it isn’t enough to hand your hard earned money to a good for nothing marginally talented director- oh wait, some people would prob say the same about her as a singer- in a recent concert, the Kaballah Queen slipped and fell down mid-step. Yup, sure did. One minute she’s prancing across the stage in booty shorts and some trannie certified sneaker-high heel hybrid and the next she’s on her back. Splat!

Granted, I’ll give it to her. The Material Girl definitely tried to play it off like an intention move. But let’s be real, Madge ain’t no body spring chicken. There wasn’t going ot be any ‘jump right back up’ like the time Ms. Beyonce tumbled down the steps in her concert. No sir. Lord knows, she’s probably seeing a chiropractor right this moment.

You know, it almost feels wrong to laugh at the senior citizen… almost.

Okay, I need to start by saying that it was FREEZING outside on Saturday.

No, not cold like “you should probably wear your hat” cold. It was more like “you should probably stay your behind inside” type weather going on out there. I know for a fact that when I turned on NY1, the temp said 26 degrees. How-some-ever, you’ll be happy to know…. WE DID IT.

Me and my girls dragged our lazy behinds (well, almost all of them… There were some casualties that fell off along the way- LISA, MELISSA, TRICIA) down to the Central Reservoir and completed the first ever Race To Save Our Thighs.

I wish I could give you a blow-by-blow about the whole experience but unfortunately my brain was frozen for the majority of the time we were out there. So aside from Charreah frontin’ hard like her alarm didn’t go off when we all know you were trying to get out of it, Marissa’s gloves getting stolen at the Starbucks on 125th/ Lennox before she even arrived at the starting line, Toya spiking her water bottle with some GNC Jesus juice, Sharae trying to simultaneously jog and hide her face from the video camera (yes, Toya’s hubby-to-be, Dre a.k.a Drill Captain also braved the cold to bring the camcorder) and my ankles feeling like they were going to shatter into a million pieces with every frozen step; I can’t remember much.

No worries, as soon as we get all the scenes where I’m panting like a wildebeast and Toya’s nose is running like a leaky faucet edited out, I’ll put the video up for you all to enjoy (read: laugh at). Promise.