Whenever I have a strong reaction to something, I try to figure out why.. I usually find that whenever I’m upset with something it stems from some major issue I probably haven’t gotten over in life. . So why would I care to write about this. Yesterday was my buildings Secret Santa exchange .. rather than type up a full summar I’m going to take pieces from GChat to show my true reaction of what happened::
OMG i am bout to sound so ungrateful
but we did our office secret santa today and like everyone had to write down 3 things they wanted i wrote down nail polish, sephora gift card, and ipad charger … do u know what i got?
a snowflake votive candle
it was a 15 dollar limit thing
like from the dollar store
i got my person a amazon gift card from amazon Person :: A votive candle :-/ me: one
a t that
not even a whole fucking set Person: Well maybe your person had fallen on hard times. me: um
and it was optional
you didn’t have to be in it
so if you on hard times maybe you should have declined participation Person: Well…I tried. She forgot lol me: im annoyed man
we work across the street from walgreens
u coulda ran over and got any kinda gc
this is why i don’t get in the Xmas spirit
when i try to
someone comes along and just fucks shit up Person: Don’t be like thaaaaat
Its just office ppl, not real ppl me: woo sah
i k now
but i mean
we are reall people
like wtf is the point of a list if ur not going to follow it
they make us do lists to avoid shit like this Person: Calm down J.
OK .. so later on .. I was still fuming about it .. and then I thought why did this bother me so much .. and this is probably going to make me sound like such a loser or w hatever .. but I was kinda excited for my small little thing because I’m not going to have any other Christmas gifts .. or because there isn’t another realll expression of Christmas going on for me .. I think I teared up a little bit typing that .. Like, I don’t expect anything from my grandmother because she’s not financially able and my grandfather isn’t a Christmas person .. in the past I always had the BF who exhanged gifts with me.. and I mean, I’m not saying Xmas is all about the gifts ..because its not .. but idk.. Chirstmas Day for me is going to kinda just be another day. Wake up. Pack. Have dinner with some family. I guess I got myself a little excited about seeing someone excited from something I got them that I’d want someone to bring me that kind of small excitement.
But I won’t let it steal my spirit. I’m excited to see my coworkers reaction to my small tokens of appreciation for them tomorrow. And just be over it .. but now I know why I reacted so strongly .. * sigh * I had my bratty moment . It also probably didn’t help that the person isn’t someone who’s my favorite person in the building. But next time, please stick my list bitch.
Nostalgia can be a good thing sometimes. You know, reminiscing about the times when your family would get together and have that big yearly barbeque. Or the antics you and your friends got into high school. However, the other day I had some thoughts of nostalgia that left me sad. The thing with Mister Nostalgia is that it’s a gift and a curse.. Let me tell you my experience recently with old Mr. Nostalgia.
Last week I was having one of those self doubt filled weeks, questioning past decisions and if they were right and kinda feeling lonely. (I think all single girls have that feeling sometimes). Well, I got to thinking about my EX and just kinda missing the relationship we had. I think I miss the friendship over everything else. I was missing talking to him all the time. The someone to talk to about nothing all day with. I had those, “are you sure this isn’t the person for you thoughts and maybe after it all you guys will still be.” All these thoughts festered for awhile, maybe two days .. Then I started thinking about all the BAD things between me and said ex. Like him not going to my college graduation because he had to attend another girl that he was dating graduation. Or him having a young chick on the side for a few years and the various other things that happened in our tumultuous on and off 8 year relationship..
Do you see how nostalgia can be a bad things. Imagine if those feelings had been nurtured, I could have found myself making a phone call and getting caught back up in some bad news. Do I still miss the friendship, yes.. And slowly we work at having some semblance of friendship but its important, for my sanity and hearts sake, to be able to distinguish between what I miss. I don’t miss wondering why I wasn’t enough.. Or what he was doing if he didn’t answer the phone. I getting together or Sunday nights to watch True Blood and someone who liked to try new recipes with me sometimes and sharing new music and interesting news articles with .. And we do that sometimes, over twitter and facebook lol!!
Be careful with Mr. Nostalgia is all I’m saying.
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OMG this story is disturbing. Let’s not only look at the gist of it: several MEN sexually assaulted an 11 year old girl. Adults and teens. People much older than the 11 year old!
What disturbs me most about this article is this quote::
Residents who live nearby told The Associated Press this week that they had seen the girl, dressed provocatively and in makeup, hanging out near the area both before and after Nov. 28. Some in the town expressed doubts about the case, even suggesting authorities should consider culpability on the part of the girl.
“Maturity or not I’m pretty sure she knew what she was doing,” Robin Smith, 24, a cashier in Cleveland, said as she shopped this week.
Why is it so common for people to try and crminalize the victim. Even if this girl dressed provocatively (a diff matter) that excuses MEN from raping her? She led them on? She’s fucking 11. I’m too through with this. Disgusted.
If I had been permitted to tweet, this definitely would have been posted because my stomach turned.
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The other day I made my first reference to my next big birthday, 30! OMG I can’t believe I’m already thinking of 30! WTF! I remember being 16 and saying the perfect age was 22. And I just celebrated my 25th. Sheesh. WOW.
Here’s how the scenario went. I was in the shower, just doing some idle shower thinking (I tend to come up with some novel ideas and premises while showering). And I thought of getting Lasik, and I said “I’ll get Lasik for my 30th birthday gift to myself” Like, it wasn’t even a second thought. I’m miffed. It’s official. I’m old. When did this happen?
I didn’t even get nostalgic when I referenced it. It didn’t hit me until 3 days later when I mentioned it to a friend. I was like woah, did I just say When I turn 30??? I have several friends who are closer to 3o (or past 30) and I totally adore them. I mean, I still have some years to go and I hope to pack them full of interesting and life fulfilling events. I am looking forward to the next few years. I expect BIG things for myself!
This has been a topic of discussion for awhile that has been brought back to life by a blog I read.
Is it OK to call a man Daddy?
The author of the blog (a man who has said some pretty shitty stuff about women on his blog and twitter, but that’s another day) writes, “Being called Daddy by a woman is the ultimate form of flattery and respect in a relationship. Just as the term you ain’t my daddy one of the worst things a man can hear in his relationship.” First off, can I say that every time I read a line like ” Hey daddy, can I get you something” I do it with a high pitched hoodrat voice. don’t ask. Don’t tell. Anywho..
Now, I cannot say I agree with this quote because for me, that’s NOT the ultimate form of flattery. I’ve never given much thought to forms of flattery but when I have daddy hasn’t come up. I have listened to songs by Teedra Moses (whom I love) where she says “oohh KatDaddy” and I think aaww I wanna say that .. but it just never has happened for me. Does it creep me out, no .. but I can’t say I’m looking for an opportunity to call a man daddy. It’s not because “I have a DAD and you ain’t him”. And I’d never say in an argument, “You ain’t my daddy” because ain’t isn’t a word and the bigger reason is that’s a relationship where one person is trying to control the other person and I probably would avoid that relationship. But does daddy make a man go crazy during sex? Is this something I’d have to try? IDK .. daddy just doesn’t roll off my tongue…
And I might be weirded out by a guy who insists on being called Daddy .. creepy.
‘Single black female, addicted to retail’ my friend had this as her BBM status and immediately I knew the Kanye lyric .. and immediately related, in probably a not good way.
As I pillaged through my closet over the weekend I realized my own addiction to retail. And I realized who my enabler was, Salé. Better know to the masses as SALE.
How many times are we like oh no! I have to get to “XXXXX” before this great sale ends? I know that I am guilty of this, and it was extremely apparent as I looked at a pair of old DKNY jeans I had thrown in a bag to take advantage of gaps ‘denim recycling sale’. Bring in your old jeans and get 30% off a pair of new gap jeans. I was soo excited to take advantage of this. I love the pair of Gap jeans I have. So, I went into gap over the weekend and they actually were offering 40%off jeans sans donation. I didn’t buy any however.
Then I thought of my Macy’s coupons that I was sad I didn’t get to use before the expiration date, the sadness was quickly averted when I opened my mailbox last week to four NEW coupons. It made me stop and say, dude. there is always gonna be another ‘great sale’ around the corner. It really is true. And the reality is that I’m buying a bunch of things I probably don’t need for the sake of the sale. What has the sale ever gotten me(besides strapped?) Most of the things I absolutely love and adore (ie those Rachel Roy pumps) I am willing to pay full price for! Or the pair of Steve Madden boots I’m about to fill you in on.
Someone said , or I read somewhere, its not really a sale if you don’t need it. And I can now see that this is true… And that’s why I didn’t rush back to gap (even though I do neeeed jeans) for a pair of jeans. I mean, who needs $40 jeans when I can wear $6 leggings on the weekend? #imjustsaying?
The fact of the matter is I’m a product of my environment where we love to shop and around every corner is an opportunity to spend money. I need to exercise my right to say no!
Today I was reminded of just how much I enjoy my own company. I spend a lot of time with friends (and lovers) and just running about that I don’t get a lot of ME time. Some days I get home from work with just enough time to get ready for work the next day. But today I spent the whole day, alone. I slept until about 1pm (the result of coming home at 5:00 am from a night in NYC) and then I caught up on all the TV I’d been missing (I really dig this new cbs show with Jerry O’Connell and the guy from According to Jim) and I just was. I sat around in my sweatpants, ate leftover diner food, a pb&j and a lean cuisine and drank lots of water. I bbm’ed and aim’ed a few people, but ultimately I was able to be with ME. I missed ME. I just missed the ability to think about any and everything or nothing at all.
That’s the best thing about being alone and living alone that I miss, the ability to really enjoy my own company. Sometimes when you have someone around (roommate) you tend to just ramble your thoughts and days events to them versus thinking them over and marinating with them. I enjoy it. I didn’t always enjoy me time. There was a point in time that I always wanted to be around friends and I’ll call up a friend to go to a drive thru with me or to run tedious errangs with me. I think back on that time and maybe it was my youthful naivete or maybe I just wasn’t comfortable with myself yet. I remember the first time I went an ate at a diner alone, not takeout, it was news. Not only did I sit alone and eat i wasn’t on my cellphone the whole time. Magnificent! Maybe I got the idea from watching SATC, seeing Carrie able to be in her own company sometimes. just her and a stack of Vogue magazines on a saturday afternoon. Whatever it is, I enjoy it!
To quote the great Aristotle ” Happiness depends upon ourselves” – taken from my storage of quotes in the wonderful Blackberry!
I put this on my other site as well, but I just had to double dip because well .. this is how I felt today … I just kinda wanted to re-read this poem. I guess just an ode to awesomeness. Yup .. and that means you’re awesome too!
Phenomenal Woman – Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
This is something I typed on my BlackBerry and emailed to myself. I do write, it just sometimes gets lost in the sauce of things in my email. I’m trying to set it up where I can just email in a post, because the WordPress for Blackberry app wasn’t doing it for me … anywho ..
There are people in the world who like to try to tap holes into your wall of security so that they may prey on those newly formed insecurity pockets… I kid you not. Now, this can be in work, relationships or even friendships. For example… I’m pretty happy in general with my life, its not perfect nor is it problem free, but I happen to love it, flaws and all.
Enter old-flame. (If you want to even call it that)
And you share with this old flame that you’ve moved on. Are happy with your current situation. They begin to say, ‘how do you know you can trust him?’ ‘How long have we known each other?’ All these things to try and make you second guess your decisions. Or you have the co-worker from a different department who likes to talk smack about your department and your boss. To make you question who you should be reporting to (or making allegiences with).
People enjoy creating messes in others lives no matter how unintentionally. And sometimes we fall victim to it. I refuse. Call me naïve, call me dense, call me stupid. I’m perfectly happy living my life without the B.S.
Does this mean I’m ignorant to what’s out there? No.. I know that bad things and people lurk behind every corner, some devils come in sheep skin. Its just easier to awknowledge it and move on vs dwelling on it.
Someone had on their facebook status about how to tell if someone is really a friend. It said to share good news with them and watch their immediate reaction. True story, a real friend is gonna be happy for you no matter what their situation. Trust me. And the vultures will seek their opportunity to make you feel bad or guilty. Family included.
The other day I sent WK an email that simply said ‘ Pick a number between 1 – 50′. I didn’t tell her what it was for and when she would know the result. She picked 32. (I love that I have a friend who doesn’t question when I ask her something completly random and maybe nonsensical before answering). After she answered she asked me what this was for.. It was because I came across this site doing the blog stroll one day http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/ and I really wanted to write for one but couldn’t just pick one .. and I pick my own random number and don’t like it .. well I’ll just switch it lol ..
So #32 – If not now, then when?
OMG she could NOT have picked a better number. Why do you ask? Just days before I asked her this I was offered a new job position with a different company. This was HUGE news because I have been DYING for a new position in work – either at my same office or a different office. As much as I do enjoy working at my current (well actually former) job I did feel it was necessary to leave. To take a step into the unknown. So yes, the question to myself as I struggled with leaving this place was If not now, then when ? Great job WK. GREAT!!!
Do you know I worked at my current job starting as a Work Study student my freshmen year of college. When I graduated I accepted a full time job there even though it wasn’t in line with my major (Journalism & Media Studies with an English minor). Jobs were scares then as well (2007) and I took it. Three years later I still don’t see the potential for growth and I felt completely taken for granted and not appreciated. I also felt I couldn’t reach my full potential there. I mean, dammit I’m brilliant. Someone just needs to realize it besides me.
The biggest news here is that I have a new job, which I’m hoping will leave more time for blogging (especially once I get the iPad of my dreams). I’m extremely nervous yet exciting. In the words of Man in the Moon “I’m a clusterfuck of emotions.” But if I don’t feel this now, then when? When is change not scary? Is it possible for change to NOT be scary? What if I suck? I pray that I don’t suck. The only things I do and suck at are sports …
I began to follow @CerealDaters one day after a #FF (Follow Friday for non-twitterers) suggestion from someone [I think I'm the last person who actually clicks on those] but it was a great click. I love this blog. So real .. and being a newly single gal (is 5 months still new? ) its great stuff. This one in particular was something that summed me up. I tend to not go out with someone if I can automatically tell I’m not interested and I can tell very easily too .. But then I said, you know what, just go. Get some free dinner. Then I came across this post “Six reasons Why Dating for Dinner is OK” on Cereal Daters … FREAKING AWESOME!! I love when my thoughts are brought to fruition by someone else, lol.
Thanks guys for showing me I’m not alone, and that its not entirely selfish. My fav line from the article comes from #6:
Who the eff cares? I take myself far too seriously. I won’t be the first girl to go out for the hell of it and I won’t be the last. I’ve got all these years of pointless dating to catch up on
To read the article, and see what the other 5 reasons are, check them out: Cereal Daters
But if you don’t want to click, here are the 6 reasons ( you will have to click for the GREAT reasoning and blurbs for each one )
1. Men need chances
2. Men lie, cheat, and just do awful things to women
3. It’s not really dishonest if you’re gettign something in return
This thought struck me today as I sat at my desk reading something over at @owlasylum ‘s blog and was blown away. The thoughts and responses he garnered from so many different people to one question were so well written and precise that it made me feel bad that I wasn’t invited to answer this particular question. The I asked myself would I have been able to answer the question as well as the featured respondents? I then thought of how I want to be considered an academic but truth be told, I’m really not an academic. Funny, because I work in a school setting. But in the fine world of Education, what distinguishes the faculty from the Staff? Are you less Academic if your a staff member vs. a faulty member?
Why do I say I love learning but feel I haven’t truly learned anything in awhile? How do we learn not in a classroom? Life’s lessons are far more important and actively used than those taught from textbooks, but how was I to do it? Do I stay tuned on CNN? BBC? Do I watch Discovery Channel and the History Channel with my notepad in tow? Do I become a TV snob and spend my idle time in non-fiction books? Do I have to quote great orators to seem smart? What is smart? To my cousins in the ‘hood’ I’m ‘maadd smart yo’ but as I read these responses I felt incredibly stupid?
Because I have the power of Google and Wikipedia at my hands, does this mean I have what it takes to be a member of the academics? How many times have we (or maybe just me) passed along pseudo knowledge from random internet sources? What can I do to feel as if I’m really a credible source of knowledge? Is this a struggle within or is this something I need to have validated by peers and the outside world?Where is all this coming from? Probably because I’m feeling nervous as I begin my grad school application. Or from the fact that its college graduation season and I feel like I’ve waited so long to get back in the game for grad school. Maybe because I hate standardized test (they aren’t an accurate measure of intelligence) and I have to study for the Graduate Record Exam. Or maybe I’m just feeling crazy insecure.
But you know what, surrounding myself with intelligent people in real life and in the e-world makes me feel like I have to do better. You know, every group of friends has that one who is kind of in the background or who always has a novel idea that never comes to fruition, well that won’t be me. I want to shine net to everyone else. So, look out for PFE (Possible Future Endeavors) from me.
Oh.. I guess this means I’m back bitches! More regularly scheduled updates.
i.) Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny are all neighbors. . . And Cupid is the devil!!!
Good morrow to you good folks of cyber-space. The Man in the Moon is back with some food for thought. Did you bring the juice? You cheap b&st&rd. Go make some Kool-Aid. Red.
While going through my daily internet probing (blogs, emails, FB, etc.), I came across this article on Yahoo! News (link).
Summary: Wisconson “D.A. Scott Southworth last month sent a letter to area school districts warning that health teachers who tell students how to put on a condom or take birth-control pills could face criminal charges. The warning has left many teachers, school administrators and parents flabbergasted.”
I love that word – Flabbergasted. It’s like the ideal word for befuddled.
Does anyone else see the fundamental flaws with keeping the sex out of sex-education? (other than the obvious)
Absinance only sex-ed means the children will never learn about sex. And how do you expect little Jimmy to carry on the family legacy? Unless you know a stork that I’ve never met. . . .
What I’ve learned about the education system in this country is that K-12 is a general education in which you learn most of the things you will need to be an asset and not a burden to society. They include math, a basic understanding of science, and how to talk good and read some things good, too. So if this stage of education is responsible for the fundamentals, isn’t sex one of these things? Shouldn’t pre-collegiate education include the basic explanation of reproduction?
I mean when the hell else are they supposed to learn about sex? Not in college. . . well, not sober in college anyway . . . .
Oh yeah, from television and Skin-e-max. Wait, you don’t want them to watch that?
What about Twilight books? No? Fair enough.
So when are you going to have the conversation with them? You’re going to avoid it as long as possible? Now that’s responsible parenting. . . .
“Dear parents, you can’t shield your children from reality forever. At some point they’ll have to meet me and the longer you wait to introduce them to me, the worse off they will be. Truly yours, Reality”
Children can handle information if you give it to them and trust that they will ask you questions if they are uncertain. And know that if you don’t teach them, someone else will. Not someone responsible like a teacher, but their friends older sibling who knows as much as your kid, but is an icon in their pre-pubescent eyes. Or even worse, their “internet friend”, you know, the one that they are going to meet up with behind your back because they have so much in common. . . . .
And for my main point, weren’t these politicians children at some point? How did they learn about these things? Maybe not from school, but the curiosity would not have been nearly as strong as it is today. Sex is EVERYWHERE. Have you watched a Disney movie lately? You can’t shield your children from these things without locking them in a blank room with no input other than your voice and a few episodes of WonderPets on carefully filtered DVD’s.
They think old. They seem not to realize that society has changed drastically from just 20 years ago (1990, yeah, don’t you feel old. . . ). Information is at your fingertips through every medium. I mean, I knew McNabb got traded before Jason Campbell. They’re going to learn about these things eventually and the more taboo a subject is, the more they’re going to want to do it.
Destroy the mystery of sex for kids, have the conversation, and watch how much more responsible they’ll be.
So CleoSunshine readers, what do you think? Let your love come down. . . .
I really wanted to share this BBM conversation. BBM is short for BlackBerry Messenger (in case you’re NOT in the know) This application is the sole reason young people are flocking to the Blackberry lately, IMO. Anywho, this conversation was had between a former college classmate and myself. We’re both mid-twenty somethings and pretty amusing if I do say so myself. I think the convo started from a comment on someone’s BBM status message, and then it developed a mind of its own. **names have been edited for security reasons**
A: Me & boo boskie split b4 new years
A: : *dueces* were chucked
B: Dam. Son that’s life. Ppl not makin the cut for 2010. Apps r in heavy rotation. Don’t call me. Ill call uuuuu! Lol
A: Lol yup yup
A: Suckas need not apply
B: Yea min experience is 3 yrs of commitment. And start investing in that 401k(arat) plan is a requiremnt after 1 full year of the signed contract. Company is progressively growing at an alarming rate and we need not waste time investing in non potential co-executive CEO’s. Thank u!
A: Llmmmaaaoooo
A: Hilarious
B: But tru.
A: Very true
A: These dudes out here aint ready for a good woman though
A: They busy bs’ing
B: I knooooo. And the f’d up part about it is that we have a biological clock to attend too. Like wtf! If were not atleast close to engagment by 30 them its a wrap. Our time diminshes greatly.
A: I kknnooww :’(
A: As I approach my quarter century bday in 3 mths its all i can think of
A: Fuk this clock
A: I’m late for everything anyway lol
B: Lmfao!!!!! Yooooo ur wild!!!! That was a good one
My FAVE parts of this convo were the application requirments and the idea that we have a clock to attend to. Whenever I read back on this convo, I crack up. I won’t say which one is me though. I can’t incriminate myself. I just can’t!
I think Dubb touched on this today that many women are surrendering their feminine qualities in lieu of masculinity and success in the workforce and their issues with submitting. (Check it HERE) Many women are ignoring their ‘biological’ clock to pay attention to the ladder they need to climb. I believe that while it shouldn’t be your sole focus in life, it shouldn’t be completely discarded. Balance. I want to have a succesful career, but at the same time I want to be a stay at home mom for maybe the first 5 years. Or work but part-time or on a per diem basis. What’s so wrong with that? I’m not living in fear that my job (or any job) won’t be there. I plan (HOPE) to have my work speak for itself. I guess this would be different if I was, for arguments sake, someone in an entry-level position for my job. But that’s the thing, I don’t want just a JOB. I’d much prefer a career. Just like I’d much rather prefer a family to none. A real family though. Dinner is served at 7pm and I made it all from scratch boo, so let’s eat together and discuss our day. Is that too much? Does this exist? Do guys even want this anymore? I told my grandfather I wanted to meet a guy, fall in love, and get married and have babies. I said I want to meet a man who’s as into me as I am to him. He pretty much said “Get real, it doesn’t happen that way” #crusheddreams.
Good day folks. I am the Man in the Moon (no relation). I will be a part-time contributor to Cleo’s cause of bringing sunshine to your everyday. She’s shining some of her light on me, so that I may shine some light on you. . . .cause isn’t that how the moon works anyway?
My first post will be about one of my favorite topics: Hip-hop. I love music, but hip-hop speaks to my soul. It’s in my heart. I love H.E.R. She lives in my lap. . .
That’s why I get upset when I see talent wasted. Not everyone can rap. It’s a combination being able to say the right thing, the right way, at the right time, to the right rhythm. . . .to the left, to the left. . . .
Case in point: Nikki Minaj
Umm, you're not selling sex. . . no, not at all. . .
Raw talent like this comes along once in a blue, but in a female who gets exposure: priceless. She can flow with the best of ‘em and piques my interest . . . plus, she doesn’t look like Grace Jones.
The problem is she’s a gimmick. Everything about her persona (now) is an elaborate front. Research her on YouTube and see that she used to be a straight-forward rapper. Raw talent. Kashi. . .
It’s disappointing because people still haven’t learned that rappers worth their weight in the CO2 that they emit don’t do gimmicks. Costumes are not necessary. Weird inflections and goofy faces are not needed to be a legend. Just be yourself.
Just a few modern examples of rappers who have left their mark without being a cartoon character: Fabolous, T.I., Kanye West (although he’s an a$$, he is himself at all times), DMX (he’s just effin crazy).
For females, I understand it’s hard to make it in a male dominated realm, but there are women who held their own without the mask: MC Lyte, Missy, Eve, Trina, Foxy, Lil’ Kim. Each of them seemed so genuine. Trina is about her paper, Kim is . . . loose, Eve is a tom-boy, Missy is strange, Lyte was a girl from the hood just trying to get out, telling her story to whoever would listen, and Foxy was def even before the hearing problem.
WHAT? OK!!!!!
It just seems to me that 18 months from now, people will still be rockin out to her stuff, but only if it comes on the radio. She’ll get no burn, No smoking sign.
To her credit, in an interview with Fadar Magazine, she says: “I think it’s … important that people get accustomed to seeing a female rapper again,” Minaj says. “Before I drop an album, people need to come out and see. People don’t even know what a female rapper does. We’re so not used to seeing it. It’s nonexistent in categories. I don’t know where I fit in the spectrum of rap yet; I think now I’m kind of proving myself, but before, people thought I was more of a sex symbol or wannabe sex symbol. That’s why I make the goofiest faces; I don’t want people to think I’m up here trying to be cute. I’m trying to entertain, and entertaining is more than exuding sex appeal. I don’t think that’s fun. I don’t find it fun watching someone trying to be sexy. It’s wack. I’m trying to just show my true personality, and I think that means more than anything else. I think when personality is at the forefront, it’s not about male or female, it’s just about, ‘Who is this weird character?’”
Ok, so she’s a goof ball, admittedly. . . But a Barbie though? You don’t want to exude sex, but you walk around naked and accentuate your, umm, assets. . . and boobs. So you’re entire style is a contradiction? In your old stuff, you were a borderline lesbian with an ill flow, nothing remotely goof troop about you. So which one is the real you? If this is you now, please lie to me and take off the wig. . .
If you keep this up Nikki, you will fall the way of Stagga Lee and D4L; it’s not that no one knows where they are now, it’s just that no one cares. . . .
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