Mitzi Moments

Here’s the thing- I understand that the rising prices of gasoline makes the cost of air travel ridiculous. So as much as I resent the idea, if I insist on checking a bag, then I simply suck it up and pony up the extra moolah. End of the story. But there is a limitation to the stupidity. And ladies and gentlemen, I do believe Spirit Airlines has jumped the shark.

According to Metro Newspaper, as of August 1st Spirit Airlines intends to charge passengers up to $45 for any carry-on luggage they store in the overhead compartments. No hun, you read that correctly- you can only bring one item that fits under your seat or you’re going to be charged an additional fee.

Oh and wait on it… when questioned about the new policy the smartass Chief Operating Officer of Spirit Ken McKenzie replied, “Bring less, pay less. It’s simple.”

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Err-um Kenny boy, how about this – More fees, less passengers. That’s simple too.

Seriously? This is ridiculous. How often does the average person board a plane to go somewhere that only requires one change of clothes and a toothbrush? So what, now you’re going to have folks blocking access to the aisles because they’re trying to cram an overnight bag under the seat to save $50.

Boo, hiss, boo.

Sooo I felt my first earthquake yesterday afternoon… well the aftershocks at least.

Gotta say, as much as I enjoy hanging out in LaLa Land, I’m not a fan. And despite the BFF assuring me that it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been, I was genuinely scared as hell when the windows and the walls started shaking. Oh and did I mention how long it lasted? Oh yeah, the walls didn’t just shake a little something and stop like I’ve always imagined. No sir, everything kept rockin’ for a good minute or so. Mm-hmm… Survey says no thank you.

But I will say, I was a true New Yorker about it. I didn’t scream, I didn’t run, I just got very, very quiet. In fact, all I did was ask Carla why the floor was suddenly moving under my feet. And as soon as she said, “Because we’re there’s an earthquake going on,” I immediately found my behind a seat on the couch and what? Shut the hell up til it was over. Matter of fact, I didn’t really start talking about an hour later when we finally left the apartment and were outside in the free and clear- ’cause I didn’t want to tempt the fates.

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I know, I know, don’t judge me. But please believe that the kid will NOT be missing her flight home tomorrow.

Well lookey here! Just when I was getting completely bored by all of my fave gossip blogs, the NYT has identified what they consider to be ‘The Rising Stars of Gossip Blogs.’

Ahh, praise the good Lord for the tools of procrastination!

Although it should come as no surprise that 9 out of 10 of the aforementioned blogs cater solely to mainstream celebs/ interests (read: what white people like and spend ridiculous amounts of free time wondering about). *side-eye* I’m still happy to have a couple of options to my tad bit tiresome DListed, Necole Bitchie and YBF line-up. No offense.

So I guess we shall see if any of these newcomers ultimately warm the blood like a good Crunk & Disorderly post… Or will my wandering mouse be right back to Bossip for the half-cocked tomfoolery.

So I just heard about the upcoming Vanity Fair feature story on the alledged mistresses of Tiger Woods….

CRICKETS

Yeah… Gotta be honest, not so sure this is a good look for VF. I’m just saying. It just feels way more than like an US Weekly exclusive than a full-length feature for such a great magazine. And not for nothing, I simply don’t want to hear anything else from a these trashy low-budget hookers.

Like when are their 15 minutes EVER going to be up??

It’s not like I’m suddenly going to feel badly for any of them. To the contrary, it only increases my disdain. For example, all of the women are chiming in on Tiger’s cheapness. One says, “All he ever bought me was a Subway sandwich,” another gripes that he flew her around in coach and the best is the one who he brought to his crib but never let her into the master bedroom.

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Man, listen, every single one of ya’ll are idiots. Every other week, Tiger Woods is included on a new and improved list of the wealthiest athletes on the PLANET. So if all you got outta that situation was sex in the garage and a sandwich, that’s your freaking fault.

The End.

About a month ago, I read an article on Reuters about the significant rise of people in London preferring to use email and social networking web sites to break up with their partners. Mmm-hmmm…


Apparently, over 34 percent of the people polled admitted that they’d ended a relationship by email, 30% had simply changed their status on Facebook and wait on it… 6% of these e-thugs got extra gully and released the news unilaterally on Twitter. TWITTER???

DEAD

I am happy/ blessed to say that to date, I have NEVER had anyone end of relationship with me via email. Shoot, if you ask me over the phone is super shady let alone digitally. but I didn’t want to assume that just because I haven’t had the unpleasant experience, it wasn’t happening to my friends and peeps. So I put up the poll question- Have you ever dumped o been dumped via text message?

And guess what?

83% said never.
2% ended the relationship that way.
13% received notice via text.

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While I’m relieved for the 83%, I cant believe this bullish has happened to 13% of us. What is the world coming to when folks can’t even sum up enough courage to look you in the eye and tell you the relationship is over? Yeah, I’m talking to the 2%. It’s not that damn hard. Seriously, unless your life is in danger, it’s the least. Even if you’re pissed off, there’s something very powerful about saying the words- This is Over… I don’t want to be with You… This Isn’t working for Me… Or my favoritest- So yeah, I’d rather not.

And yes, that includes the times I’ve been on the receiving end. Cause once I hear the words out of your mouth, there is instant clarity. Grand opening, grand closing.

What do you think?