Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

it made my eyes hurt…

By on September 23, 2008 in using our powers for good

Yep, I went to see the movie, The Women this past Saturday. And let’s just say it wasn’t the best acting I’ve ever seen (could Meg Ryan’s bloated lips be any more distracting? Or Jada Pinkett-Smith behave like more of a caricature of the butchy lesbian?). Howsomeva, it wasn’t necessarily the worst (can we all agree anything featuring Nicole Kidman a.k.a the patron saint of long suffering, sun deprived, frail white women who always need rescuing is a waste of your hard earned $10.50?). There were definitely a couple points where I laughed, got involved and even felt an emotional tug which is pretty much the point of these chick flicks, right?

But I will say, what the movie really made me do was start thinking about the lack of Black women on the big screen. Aside from your quarterly Tyler Perry release, Black actresses don’t seem to be working at all. And I know they exist because I see Meghan Good and her girls hosting the opening of every third Dunkin Doughnuts around the world. It’s like there’s an unspoken movement in Hollywood to return to the days when Black women (not the Eva Mendez/ Halle Berry/ other bone that they toss us in the girlfriend or adulteress role) were never seen. And that really sucks.

Sigh. So much for me plotting on how to become America’s Next Desperate Housewife. Clearly, there’s still a lot of work to do… Otherwise the only TV show my goddaughter is going to see her image reflected in on the 101th season of I Love New York. Boo.

i am woman…

By on September 21, 2008 in keep hope alive

Okay I have to take a moment to say how freaking proud of myself I am!!! After too many years of delaying (and jumping on other folk’s internet connection), this past Friday I FINALLY bought my own Linksys router!!! WOO HOO!! And wait on it, I even connected it myself! Now for those who know me, I am absolutely technologically challenged. So in retrospect, that might not have seemed like a huge deal to many, for me it was the stress equivilant of picking an outfit for that first date with a cute boy.
Naturally, because I am a living breathing exapmle of Murphy’s Law, I followed the installation CD, hook it up, it works for all of 20 minutes (read: long enough for me to throw out the box) and then na-da. No signal in the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, not even on the living room sitting beside the freaking thing. Only some cryptic message saying that the network address wasn’t established. I was in total denial. I assured myself, “oh no there’s just a blip in my building. I’m sure it’ll be on first thing in the morning.” Let’s just blips don’t happen. SO I tried to simply disconnect everythign and re-install the CDs. Nope. Now the computer is saying that the router needs to restored to its original settings. WHAT?
So now, I’m sitting there thinking I have the worst techie karma in the universe. I send out a frantic email “I’m about to kill myself if you don’t stop what you’re doing and help me” email to my boy James who builds websites (or something fantastic like that ). Mind you, he was on vacay. And proceeded to work myself up into a panic attack- “Oh god, why do I always have to buy the faulty equipment? This is what my lazy butt gets for trying to do work and watch Oprah,” on and on I went.
I am not ashamed to admit that I spent a good 20 minutes feeling sorry for myself before it occurred to my dumb butt to simply READ the printed information that they provide with the router (we writers can be a little dense that way). AND voila! At the very bottom of the page, there was an 888 service number with an ACTUAL customer service person on the other side! A wonderful woman had walked me through fixing my router in a little under an hour for FREE! Cause you know they tried to coax me into letting their computer tech remotely access my computer and do it for me for $10- CROOKS.
Long story short, I’m nowcoming to you live from the middle of my bed. Eat your heart out folks!

tick, tock, tick, tock…

By on September 17, 2008 in i'm not ready to be a grandmother

Every once in a while my hormones do this funny thing where they take over mind and make me think that among other things (like chocolate, sex, chocolate), I want to have a baby. Mind you, this is definately on my to-do list just not before I finish establishing my career, traveling the world oh and yeah, meeting Mr. Right. But I gotta admit, when those hormones start to act up; every ex-boyfriend in the phone book suddenly starts to seem like “the one who got away.” So to avoid any unnecessary, “I just wanted to see how you’re doing” phone calls that I’d immediately regret as soon as I pressed talk; I decided to spend time with my godson JJ. And can I just tell you what kind of birth control an above average intelligent, hyper three-year old boy is?

In a matter of five hours, John Aiden ran me RAGGED. Mind you, it’s not like I was alone, his mom was there with me the whole time. And yet, I still felt so very alone. The extra loud tone of voice (apparently 3 year-olds can’t distinguish between their inside and outside voices as yet), the non-stop questions (why, why, why?), and the constant RUNNING (every time I let go his hand to answer my phone, he took off). By the time I FINALLY dropped his little butt off, I needed a time out and some serious sedatives.
All I can say is- MISSON ACCOMPLISHED.

you heard it here first…

By on September 16, 2008 in tapped out

So J-Hud done left her longtime janitor sweetheart and gotten engaged to ‘Punk’ a social climbing Harvard grad who was one of the I Love New York Season 2 reality show contestants (read: he watched the first season and STILL thought it was a good look to be part of the stupidity). Lord haf mercy! Where are her friends? Damn that, where is her TIVO? Cause all she had to do is watch one episode of that tom foolery and there NO WAY in the world she would even consider this a viable option. I mean MY GOD. Yes, it is hard out here for a single black girl but goddammit it aint THAT hard!!!! This wave nuevo wearing idiot broke down CRYING about how much he loved trashy ass Tiffany Pollard and now, you wanna call him your man??? Why? Why must I cry????

For the record, ‘Punk’ ain’t nothing but the African American Kevin Federline. He’s about to run through homegirl, spend/steal all her money and leave her crazy. Stay tuned for the inevitable photos of J-Hud on the side of the Santa Monica Freeway wailing out “You Gonna Love Me!!!”

love is in the air…

By on September 16, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

So this past weekend I attended Anne & Andy’s wedding somewhere in the woods of Pennsylvania. And I have to say, it was probably one of the best weddings I’ve been to in years. Everything was really simple and no-frill- I mean, the vows were exchnged were in a state park and the afterparty to the reception was a bonfire for god’s sake. You really should’ve seen me hiding behind a station wagon in the busy parking lot as I struggled to change into my push-up bra and dress b/c we were running too late to stop at the cabin beforehand. Not city sexy at all. Now as most of you know, I’m all for the big, break the bank, go hard or go home, my super wedding ceremony/reception set-up but it was obvious that being beside a waterfall in the middle of nowhere was exactly what the two of them envisioned for thier wedding and it made all the difference. Both Anne and Andy were so happy it literally radiated off of them. For a moment, I got so caught up, I started to consider flipping the script and getting married in the woods too. But then I quickly remembered who my peoople are and I pulled it together – FAST. I could hear Karina now- “Um Mitzi? And exactly how am I supossed to climb over the stones in my 4-inch heels?” Or Shayla, ” You know Steve and I are not hanging out in dark woods with the babies. Ever.” And then there’s my beloved Tia Puchi who ain’t sleeping in nobody’s tent/ yert if you paid her a million dollars. She’d be like, “Um, I don’t think so. This ain’t Iraq. You best to find me and the dogs a proper hotel pronto chica!” No, it just isn’t gonna happen for the kid.
But seriously? The best part about the whole experience? Getting a front row seat to all the debachery that occurs behind the scenes at white weddings. MY GOD. I never really understood just how real the premise of The Wedding Crashers is. It felt like the entire reception was full of single people plotting on a hook-up with someone that they met less than five hours earlier. It was like, “I’m drunk & single and so are you. Let’s make-out.” Add to the equation, that we were in thewoods and I swear, it was like Woodstock 2008 at the bonfire- keg and all. Too funny!
If only Black weddings were this much fun… Sigh.

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