Mitzi Moments

Mitzi Moments

folks got real problems…

By on September 24, 2009 in Mitzi- all day every day, pocket full of dirty tissue, too old for the road

Hmmm, am I the only person that doesn’t feel bad for Plaxico Burress? And mind you, I mean to say I’m not feeling even a second worth of remorse for the guy. 


Think about it.

Not only was Plaxico stoopid enough to carry a dangerous firearm into a nightclub… This numskull tucks the piece into the waistband of his pants??  Like he’s the outlaw in some sort of gangsta flick?  Are you serious right now?  And then you got the nerve to be jumping around the Latin Quarter, popping bottles? Aye dos mio…

Real talk? Plaxico put everyone that went out that night to have a good time in mortal danger because he “didn’t feel safe.”  Well shit, then stay your scary ass at home.  But definitely don’t bring a gun- that you clearly don’t know how to operate responsibly- into a crazy environment like a packed NYC club. Ever. 

another reason to stick with target…

By on September 23, 2009 in going to hell in a handbasket, pocket full of dirty tissue, too old for the road, why we as a people can't get ahead

See now, this is EXACTLY what I mean when I tell people: can’t nothing good happen in New Jersey… Why in the retirement-home-escapee-hell was an 82-year old man arrested for fondling four different women in a freaking Walmart in Trenton??


As if life isn’t miserable enough when you’re waiting in those long ass lines, now you’ve got the perverted geriatric dude who really should be wasting away in a hospice somewhere rubbing up against you and fondling himself!  WTF???

And wait on it- apparently Hector (yeah, that’s really his name) has already served two years in prison for sexual assault and lewdness.
Uh-uh, Jesus take the wheel, because I. Can’t.

idris is all we have…

By on September 21, 2009 in desperate cry for help, keep hope alive, pocket full of dirty tissue, why we as a people can't get ahead

Did anyone watch the Emmys last night?  Yeah, me neither. But you know I promptly went  through the all the red carpet photos as soon as I logged on this morning. And to be honest, I wasn’t really that impressed with those either. 


But something that did occur to me as I clicked my way through all the hits and misses, was the lack of lust- worthy black actors. I mean, whether the dresses were hot or not, the majority of the women were still beautiful and certified girl-crush material.  But the boys? Eh, not so much. 

Like forreal, forreal, are there are no hot straight black men on television?? 

As much as it pains me to say it (’cause you know Love & Basketball is one of my most FAVORITE movies ever), Omar Epps is over. I don’t know what in the molten-plastic-plastic-looking-botox-hell is going on with LL Cool J face. Something about Gary Dourdan continues to be a yawn. And crazy ass Tracy Morgan is just well, no thank you.

Seriously?  I’m kind of sad about this. I mean, I can appreciate the sexiness in whatever color it arrives- um hello Adrian Grenier but it might be nice to have something with a little melanin to gawk at every one in a while. I’m just saying.

makin’ it hot for real victims…

By on September 18, 2009 in desperate cry for help, end of days, tapped out, too old for the road, why we as a people can't get ahead

OMG, I was so blown when I heard that the Hostra chick who cried gang rape was straight up lying.  Like, who does that?? Um hello, this is 2009. If you want to get it poppin’ with 5 boys in the bathroom at school dance then that’s ya business.  Granted, you wouldn’t be no friend of mine but still…  go ‘head ma.

The whole situation is tragic.  Putting those boys and their families through the ringer b/c she didn’t want her boyfriend to find out that she was a lil’ fast ass? When all along homegirl was more than a willing participant in the amateur porn shenanigans. 
Not for nothing, if it was MY son that was accused of some random mess like this, I’d press criminal charges in the blink of an eye AND then sue the shit outta that loony tune. Of course, this is after I beat fire outta him for even being involved in some foolishness like running a train with four of his friends. Sigh. I. Can’t.
Jesus be the camera phone that set them free.

we will all be responsible…

By on September 16, 2009 in end of days, why we as a people can't get ahead

On a truly tragic note, South African track star Caster Semenya is now under suicide watch. Jesus.


Apparently, ever since the news of her being a hermaphrodite went public she’s gone into a deep depression. Officials are describing her current behavior as similar to that of a rape victim- she is afraid of herself and she doesn’t want anyone near her. My god. 

And what’s really horrible is that none of this should have ever happened.  The reports from the probe should have never been leaked. And now the whole world is privy to personal information that belonged to her alone. 

In my opinion, the international media treated Caster like an animal and at the end of the day, she’s only a child.  She’s just 18 years-old.  So if you thought 19 year-old Taylor Swift looked like a helpless child on that MTV stage, put yourself in this little girl’s place.  

Real talk, folks have had mental breakdowns for less. (Um hello, Mischa Barton?) I am so sad for her and her family. 

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