Wrote a new piece for AOL News about the whining privilege complaining about something they know very little about.
Here’s an excerpt:
Unless you live on some remote island that requires an intense psychological evaluation before admittance, chances are, you’ve encountered some mentally deranged individual on a street, bus stop or liquor store who spouts out the most ridiculous statements in order to grab your attention.
Something like “Jesus will return to the earth on the back of a Tyrannosaurus rex to seek revenge for the popularity of Lady Gaga.”
For me, along with others who know better, Rush Limbaugh is the political equivalent of such lunacy.
If you’d like to check out the rest, you may do so here.
I’m not entirely quite sure what Norwood Young does. I first learned of his existence from Fresh and then after I moved to LA I spotted him at events every so often. Or even around Larchmont playing spades at the sushi place. True story.
More recently, I moved to a neighborhood where he has a home a few minutes away.
Based on my short time in Los Angeles, I’ve learned not to ask those sort of questions. You’ll never get a straight answer anyway. But, I will say I’ve heard mumblings that he used to sing for a group my mama can’t remember (which explains the T-Lame inspired tune) and that he wants a reality show (naturally).
And that despite his tragic plastic surgery, he’s trying to correct it. Apparently, he was the subject of molestation and other forms of abuse. That means, I’m trying to tip on the tightrope and not insult him or his music video too harshly. You know, because I’d rather not bunk with Chris Stokes in hell.
But, c’mon nah, look at this video. I have to say something.
Such as, where did the man buy that disco dashiki? Was it custom made or did he find that in a thrift shop three days after Studio 54 closed?
The same goes for that Obama jersey. When did dude become a running back for the Houston Texans? Is that a tidbit I missed while watching the preshow to the preshow for LeBron James’ special, The Decision.
He’s obviously a stylish man, so stylish that his date looks under dressed by comparison. A real gentleman would offer her his earrings when such a dilemma presents himself. Keep that in mind sassy but straight (insert a la-la-la-la-la here) men.
Oh and the choreography, God bless him. No really. I almost got up from my chair in excitement. I’ll be doing that the next time I visit the Santa Monica pier — if such a day ever comes.
That said, given my luck, “Na, na, na, na, na, na, na. I fell in love with your first.” will be in my head all day. That means you win, Norwood. You win.
Watch your back, Lionel Richie. Someone is gunning for you.
In ya’ll ain’t shit, get out of the race news, one black woman is making headlines for doing her part to keep certain stereotypes about our cousins alive by beating the hell out of her 16-year-old daughter for not paying rent.
Indeed, police have accused 49-year-old Ranay Collins of knocking her daughter nearly unconscious with a cane. She’s also accused of slapping her across the face with an open hand and biting her breasts.
Yes, you read that correctly, this woman bit her own child in her breasts. Why did she treat her child as if she came with honey mustard and a strawberry soda?
Well, as she explained to police: “That bitch owes me $50.00 for rent.”
If you’re reading this from your phone, allow me to explain the cane swinger’s side of things.
She argues that her 16-year-old daughter is out of control. You know, the kind of bad ass teenager that allowed Sally Jesse Raphael to continue collecting checks long after the peak of her talk show. And apparently Bebe’s bastard has a violent streak of her own. She’s been accused of whooping up on her 66-year-old grandmother — scratching her face up and stomping her with her Timberlands.
That’s why Ranay warns, “I’m going to kill that bitch. Next time you come that bitch is leaving in a body bag.”
Oh, it gets better.
Ranay says she never wanted to be a mother (I guess that answers why she never raised her own child) and that her cane swings were the result of tough love. I’m not sure how one can truly show signs of love to someone they obviously didn’t want, but I digress.
Ranay also seems to follow the Saudi Arabian guidebook to dealing with crime.
Even after coming out (to myself, friends, and the majority of who inquired) I made the conscious decision to not write about my sexuality. At the time, I constantly told myself and others that I didn’t want to be labeled a certain way or only be defined by that one aspect about myself.
Truthfully, the word “gay” simply gave me the heebie-jeebies. There’s so much negativity associated with the term and I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to deal with my sexuality on a personal and professional level. But as another writer explained me to last year, “It’s better to be known for something than nothing at all.”
The man had a point and ultimately I stayed true to myself. After that, people began to tell me that me speaking so forthright about my own life made it easier for them to deal with theirs.
I say all of this to say that for a lot of gay (coloreds) being out and about means something so I get really annoyed by those who pretend to be something that they’re not. Or people who know who they are but choose not to own up to it. I make some exceptions for the latter group. People who keep their private battles just that and don’t place others in danger are fine by me.
Nicki (likely in a London hood accent she recently picked up from YouTube) said:
“If I say I only stop for pedestrian and a real, real bad lesbian—did that say and then I go home and have sex with that lesbian? I just embrace all people of all lifestyles and I don’t tell them they are bad people. And I say girls are beautiful and girls are sexy and they need to be told that, and if they don’t have anyone to tell them that and mean it, I’m gonna tell them that. But I feel like people always wanna define me and I don’t wanna be defined.”
A dog who just ate a rotting pot of red beans & rice couldn’t produce a greater heap of shit than that Nicki quote.
I’ve always thought of Nicki as someone who might deal with men but probably enjoys women a lot more — given Nicki has talked about vagina more than most gynecologists. Yet, all of a sudden she doesn’t want people defining her by the things she’s said in the past.
She’s blaming other people for assuming she’s danced with dental dams.
It. Is. So. Damn. Irritating.
Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.
Say the only cat she’s familiar with used to battle Chip and Dale. Fine. If that’s the case, why speak about women in a sexual manner?
Because it entices men, right? She along with other women who play the role of fake gay for attention need to be poked with a stick. Pun intended.
You don’t want to be defined as a bisexual, Nicki? Stop taking Cassie away from Diddy and don’t ever make another YouTube video about how women can approach you.
And please stop singing breasts. That is the gayest shit ever to me. I don’t care what anyone says — it’s gay. Is Bow Wow letting me scribble notes for a book proposal on his ass cheek? No. Sadly.
I completely understand the notion that labels can be a curse, but Nicki Minaj is reminding me that when it comes to labels related to sexuality, many of us dodge them out of fear.
She also reminds me of all of the closet bisexual and lesbian black women there are. Those are equally as pressed as the closeted gay men.
I truly believe sexuality can be fluid and that it’s not as easy as people think it is to define one’s sexuality. But, in the end, you know what gets you up, you know what makes you wet and if you speak about it openly people are going to make assumptions about you. That’s natural.
That means ultimately you need to decide who you are and what you’re about before you open up. If you remain unsure or this is all fun and games to you, shut up. You make it that much harder for others to take us seriously.
If you’re wondering, yes, I’m still planning to support Nicki Minaj (11.23.10, ya’ll) but if she makes a reference to a girl on wax, I’m gonna suck my teeth. That will show her.
I really want to support this girl. I swear, I do. I felt she got a raw deal the first time she made her way on the scene. As I’ve mentioned likely countless times now, she’s attractive and talented — just mismanaged. But dammit, at this point I can’t keep blaming other people. Perhaps it’s her.
First, I’m not entirely sure why she and her label keep throwing out these random videos. I get that in theory these videos create a buzz and helps keep her name out there. But really, folks, how many people are out there singing any of these songs? She leaks more than a BP constructed pipeline in a poor defenseless ocean. It’s hard to keep up with her material especially when none of it grabs your attention for too long.
That fun fact is likely why she results to videos like these. I guess a visual does go a long way, but really, Teairra? World Star Hip-Hop? That’s not an insult to the site. I go on it each day. It’s like an inside look at car washes on MLK across the country. Yet, when I think World Star Hip-Hop I think ass and assholes.
Is that the kind of outlet you want to plug R&B music on? Every chance you get?!
I imagine the heterosexual men who watch these videos drool with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, these same horny gents would likely tell Teairra and her camp that the pulse she sent to their penises wouldn’t lead to them pulling out their wallets to support her music.
In fact, this is the reaction I imagine most would give to such a question:
If Teairra has some sort of calendar in the works, then bravo, girl, you’re setting yourself up for a nice little paycheck publishing checks probably won’t provide. However, if her aim is to finally breakthrough as a successful R&B artist, this ain’t it. Not even a fraction of it. At all.
For months now Teairra Mari has been thrusting her sexuality at us via pictorials and FlipCam sponsored shoots such as these. Has that done anything for her? Have any R&B singers started shaking in their stilettos (and not in the good way)?
Start making your cricket noises now.
Teairra, c’mon nah. We heard you the first time about not having “no daddy around when you was growing up.” Are you going to keep reminding us? That’s a joke. Don’t shoot me, Detroit.
Here’s what Teairra should do.
1. Pull her panties up.
2. Stop making videos until she has a hot enough song that warrants one.
3. Find some new, young, hungry producers out there who can give her a sound that will help her find her spot in music.
Otherwise, she ought to go ahead and quit. That way she can go ask Tyler Perry if she can play the next sassy teenager Madea bitch slaps on stage and in theaters.
Since I happen to think Teairra is a sweetheart who simply needs a little nudge in a helpful direction, someone copy and paste this to her. I don’t want her banning me on Twitter for constructive criticism branded as “hating.”
Then again, there are worse things. Like eating soap on camera.
