Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

stingy friends…

By on July 16, 2008 in using our powers for good

Don’t you hate it when someone you’ve been cool with for like FOREVER “all of a sudden” remembers to mention that they have a fine-ass looking brother/ cousin/ friend??? Like somehow or the other, they forgot that they were related to a handsome, intelligent, personable, AVAILABLE black man that wait on it… actually prefers to date women of color. Sigh.

Anyhoo, this is my boy’s brother Sanchez Stanfield. He’s one of the many interesting men featured in ESSENCE’s annual Do Right Man issue.

Go to http://www.essence.com/ and vote for him as your pick for week two. He’s under the subtile- The Artists. And no, I haven’t the slightest clue what he’ll win but with a face like that, who really cares?

jj is coming…

By on July 15, 2008 in made for the maury show

So by my own doing, this Saturday afternoon I’m gong to babysit my genius (see earlier post for proof) godson John Jr. Now for those of you who know me, this is HUGE. I do not, I reapeat, I do not mess with children. If you can’t clearly explain to me what’s bothering you, what you need and how I can make it better then I am a hopeless mess. Hence, I can only blame my offer to watch JJ on my own without supervision (that’d be supervision of me) on some unexplainable surge of hormones. Fingers crossed, it won’t happen again dammit.

OK, JJ’s arrival is four days away and I’m already a complete wreck. I’m looking around my one-bedroom apartment and trying to figure out how in the world there’s going to be enough space for me, Drama and a three year old boy. You know my anti-social dog requires her own room at all to herself. Not to mention, his mom has him on this healthy food regiment… Something tells me Minute Maid friut punch, Doritos and a Happy Meal don’t exactly fit the menu.
Worse comes to worse, I guess I’ll take him next door to play with my neighbor’s crazy grandson Nathanial. Who at the ripe young age of five is showing all the marking of a future corner boy- god bless his heart. But hey, you’re never too young to learn how to shoot dice and swear in Spanish, right?

so this is satire…

By on July 14, 2008 in keep hope alive

There are no words. For the record, I generally hold the New Yorker in high regard. However, this cover has really caused me to pause and rethink that. What’s worse, the pundits now saying that Obama and his camp are being sensitive. They feel Obama should have embraced the cover. Apparently, he was wrong to come out so strongly against it and instead should laughed it off.

Um I’m so sorry, what is there to laugh about?

you can’t be serious…

By on July 14, 2008 in why we as a people can't get ahead

Good grief, our country’s politicians are so screwed up its painful to pay attention. But the moment you don’t, another basic right is ignored, manipulated or plain taken away. So I started off my first day back from the Bahamas by reading the NYT article about Charlie Rangel and his not one, not two but FOUR adjoining rent stabilized apartments on the TOP floor of a luxury high rise in the heart of Harlem. Why in the world Charlie Rangel deserves four rent stabilized apartment (Let me put it in perspective: he pays all of $3,894 a MONTH for his FOUR apartments. That’s exactly $973.50 per apartment) when there is a waiting list a mile long for affordable housing is beyond me. Adding insult to injury, the kind Senator called a press conference outside of his luxury building where he insisted that he didn’t realize that the special rent rate he was receiving was illegal (Really? The I-didn’t-know defense? That’s the best you got?). Oh and not for nothing, the New York Times needed to mind its business. End quote. Oh Charlie sit down.

Then Jesse, Al, Charlie, et al. wonder why the younger generation has no respect or regard for all the hooping and hollering?

Read it for yourself:

r.i.p billy…

By on July 4, 2008 in keep hope alive

So this week has been full of ups and downs. On Monday, I celebrated the 10-year anniversary of my liver transplant, which needless to say, was quite the milestone. Then on Tuesday, Billy the resident crackhead in my building that scared away the pink toes/ worked as the ghetto porter for beer money passed away from terminal cancer (who knew addicts die of cancer?). On Wednesday night, I went to my girl Danyel Smith’s bday party and saw damn near everyone I’ve ever worked with as a journalist. Then Thursday was such an old school crappy work day, I felt like I was back at JANE. And just when I started contemplating a career change/ moving back home with my mom, today is the 4th of July! YEAH BBQS!!!!

If I’ve learned nothing else from living in New York City is that you can’t judge a crackhead by his can of malt liquor, Black media is all of 2 degrees of seperation and every day is another opportunity to start over. Thank god for that, huh?
Now here’s hoping the liquor stores are open so that I can cop a bottle of Grey Goose and be on my way. Happy Holiday Weekend!

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