Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
"CinderFella" by Todrick Hall
OMG, I just died! Drag queens, Fairy Godmother with black woman attitude, looking for his Prince Charming, lesbian Disney princesses and Lance Bass!!! This just spoke to the gay man living inside me!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Diapers & Daisies: Raising a Daughter Series: What I Want to Teach He...
Diapers & Daisies: Raising a Daughter Series: What I Want to Teach He...: Delaney is the rose between two thorns. Not to say my boys are thorny per se, but she is most definitely a beautiful flower. I have the gift...
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Kid Rock - Picture ft. Sheryl Crow [Official Video]
It almost makes me want to fall in love again with someone I know I can't have just to feel something again. I said almost.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
MC Luscious - Boom I Got Your Boyfriend
You know, there are moments in life where I get proven right. I like these moments. Today happens to be one of them. LOL
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
My Life The Movie
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| This is what riding the bus feels like sometimes. Like I'm caught in some really bad animated film about going no where. |
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Kelly Clarkson f/t Joey McIntyre - Don't You Wanna Stay - Mixtape Festiv...
Okay, I've grown to really like Kelly Clarkson and I have always had a pre-teen obsession with Joey McIntyre since New Kids On The Block (not NKOTB, New Kids On The Block. You know, back before he hit puberty and his voice changed?) Just heard this today and I love it!
Friday, August 17, 2012
Tom Morello: 'Paul Ryan Is the Embodiment of the Machine Our Music Rages Against' Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/tom-morello-paul-ryan-is-the-embodiment-of-the-machine-our-music-rages-against-20120816#ixzz23pJQkkVE
August 16, 2012 6:44 PM ET
Last week, Mitt Romney picked Paul Ryan, the Republican architect of Congress's radical right-wing budget plan, as his running mate. Ryan has previously cited Rage Against the Machine as one of his favorite bands. Rage guitarist Tom Morello responds in this exclusive op-ed.
Paul Ryan's love of Rage Against the Machine is amusing, because he is the embodiment of the machine that our music has been raging against for two decades. Charles Manson loved the Beatles but didn't understand them. Governor Chris Christie loves Bruce Springsteen but doesn't understand him. And Paul Ryan is clueless about his favorite band, Rage Against the Machine.
Ryan claims that he likes Rage's sound, but not the lyrics. Well, I don't care for Paul Ryan's sound or his lyrics. He can like whatever bands he wants, but his guiding vision of shifting revenue more radically to the one percent is antithetical to the message of Rage.
I wonder what Ryan's favorite Rage song is? Is it the one where we condemn the genocide of Native Americans? The one lambasting American imperialism? Our cover of "Fuck the Police"? Or is it the one where we call on the people to seize the means of production? So many excellent choices to jam out to at Young Republican meetings!
Don't mistake me, I clearly see that Ryan has a whole lotta "rage" in him: A rage against women, a rage against immigrants, a rage against workers, a rage against gays, a rage against the poor, a rage against the environment. Basically the only thing he's not raging against is the privileged elite he's groveling in front of for campaign contributions.
You see, the super rich must rationalize having more than they could ever spend while millions of children in the U.S. go to bed hungry every night. So, when they look themselves in the mirror, they convince themselves that "Those people are undeserving. They're . . . lesser." Some of these guys on the extreme right are more cynical than Paul Ryan, but he seems to really believe in this stuff. This unbridled rage against those who have the least is a cornerstone of the Romney-Ryan ticket.
But Rage's music affects people in different ways. Some tune out what the band stands for and concentrate on the moshing and throwing elbows in the pit. For others, Rage has changed their minds and their lives. Many activists around the world, including organizers of the global occupy movement, were radicalized by Rage Against the Machine and work tirelessly for a more humane and just planet. Perhaps Paul Ryan was moshing when he should have been listening.
My hope is that maybe Paul Ryan is a mole. Maybe Rage did plant some sensible ideas in this extreme fringe right wing nut job. Maybe if elected, he'll pardon Leonard Peltier. Maybe he'll throw U.S. military support behind the Zapatistas. Maybe he'll fill Guantanamo Bay with the corporate criminals that are funding his campaign – and then torture them with Rage music 24/7. That's one possibility. But I'm not betting on it.
Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/tom-morello-paul-ryan-is-the-embodiment-of-the-machine-our-music-rages-against-20120816#ixzz23pJTZdfp
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn’t A Pillar of Salt) / Karen Finneyfrock
Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?
When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?
What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.
When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.
Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?
Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.
Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?
When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?
What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.
When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.
Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?
Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.
Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Pure Evil Fashion AKA I need this t-shirt!
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Mirror mirror on the wall, the Queen's got the best stare-down of them all.
basic men's crew tee 100% cotton
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
He Got Married (and it sure wasn't me)
It's a bit unsettling to find out that an ex-love of your life got married. Not in a "I wish it had been me" sort of way because as much as I thought I had wanted just that while I was with him, there's is no way I would have been able to turn a blind eye and play dumb about how he was for very long but more in a "I wonder when it'll finally happen for me" kinda way. It almost did but life had another plan. Now, I just wonder if I should keep holding onto that dream of mine. Sometimes, it bothers me. Other times, it's a comfort. Who knows because I sure as hell don't.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Parenting
Parenting meant that whether or not your children understood you, your obligation was to understand them; understanding was the key to everything. If your children believed you understood them, or at least tried to understand them, they wouldn’t hate you when they became adolescents; what’s more, they would grow up to be happy, well-adjusted adults who would never have to squander their money (or, far more likely, yours) on psychoanalysis or whatever fashion in self-improvement had come along to take its place.
– Nora Ephron, "I Feel Bad About My Neck"
Friday, June 29, 2012
Falling in Love
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
You know...
...how something happens that you would have never expected and it turned out to be the best you have done in a really long time but you have the need to quiet down the smiling giggles because you just know you're not suppose to want it since it's not going to be around for much longer yet you can't help having daydreams and wonder if things have come full circle or if you even believe in things like that because you're a (supposed) grown up now and grown ups don't believe in fairy tales any more but you can't help but feel this thing and you're not quite sure how to describe except that it feels like coming home and it shouldn't make any sense yet it does in so many ways that you're child-like self is telling "yes" but reality keeps barking "no" and you're just not sure how you should even act the next time you come together that you're beginning to feel silly about it all but you still want to smile? Does that even make any sense?
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Inside the Mind of a Ghetto Genius: Advice Column: Pussy is Power
Inside the Mind of a Ghetto Genius: Advice Column: Pussy is Power: J-Wunder, So I have been in a long distance relationship now for 3 months with a man who has been on the fence about progressing with the ...
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
My Correspondence with Cracked.com
I love the site Cracked.com. It's hilarious. But, after reading an article on renegade nuns (seriously!), there was a huge ad for defund Planned Parenthood. I wasn't happy about this. I really didn't feel that a satire site that generally makes fun of politics shouldn't take sides one way or another. And, it wasn't as if they had a similar ad for any pro-choice group. I looked. Well, this is the response I got back -
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Thanks for emailing us about the ad to defund Planned Parenthood that you saw on our site. As you can probably imagine, we have deals with a handful of ad exchanges and there are literally hundreds of different "partners" that advertise on Cracked on a daily basis. We sometimes have to rely on passionate fans such as yourself to alert us of this kind of ad abuse. We definitely do not support it and have our entire ad team tasked with removing those ads from the site.
Thanks for your continued support-
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(Im the SVP and GM of the site. Traveling today, which is why you are getting this from my mobile device).
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Thanks for your continued support-
Oren
(Im the SVP and GM of the site. Traveling today, which is why you are getting this from my mobile device).
Sent from my iPhone
He's my new favorite person of the moment. Proof that if you at least say what is making you unhappy, someone somewhere might do something to change it.
Just Fine
Yes, Ms. Blige, I will be just fine. I'm doing what I need to do to get where I'm going. Life's good. Got those butterflies and daydreams again. Fitting into the clothes I want to again. I'm smiling more again. Let's dance and do this!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
50 Lessons in Parenting Young Kids
1. Super glue has no place in a house with young children.
2. Neither do Sharpies.
3. There is no such thing as allowing your kid to play with your phone "just once."
4. Don't use Google to diagnose illnesses. Ever.
5. Dollar store toys cost far more than a dollar in frustration, anguish and regret.
6. The terrible twos are bullshit. The terribleness lasts through at least age 4. Or, forever.
7. Always carry wipes, long after diaper wearing has ended.
8. Resist purchasing character Bandaids, unless you're prepared to buy a box a week.
9. You can never have too many Goldfish. The crackers, not the live ones.
10. Don't buy bunk beds, unless you have absolutely no choice.
11. Keep track of who gave what at birthday parties.
12. Never stock batteries in your house, or you will be forced to make obnoxiously loud toys work once again.
13. Buy Mr. Clean Erasers in bulk.
14. Backup all photos. Better yet, print them.
15. Look in the oven before you turn it on.
16. There is no point in making beds.
17. Accept the fact that you will turn into your mother.
18. Always check pockets before washing clothes.
20. Take more video.
21. Daily baths are overrated.
22. Find young babysitters and groom them. The less attractive, the better.
23. Always have ample one dollar bills on hand for lost teeth and bribery.
24. Carry plenty of emergency snacks in the car.
25. Keep expensive cosmetics out of arm's reach. Arm's reach, on a stool and tippy toes.
26. The 4-year-old check-up is brutal.
27. Look before you sit down to pee.
28. Train your children to clean up all Legos before bed, knowing that nothing is more painful than stepping on a Lego with a bare foot at midnight.
29. Save "no" for when it really matters.
30. Over-apply sunscreen.
31. Practice caution when approaching that stray raisin on the floor. It's probably not a raisin.
32. Never pay full price for kids' clothes. They always go on sale and the expensive ones inevitably get ruined first.
33. There's a reason why people surprise their kids with trips to Disney: Their anticipation may kill you.
34. Don't take their word for it when children say they don't need to pee before leaving the house.
35. Lock your bedroom door.
36. And, your bathroom one.
37. Never open a can of soda handed to you by a child.
38. Walk away from temper tantrums. Or, record them for future enjoyment.
39. Upset as you may be, hair grows back.
40. But, not on Barbie dolls, so hide the scissors.
41. Never buy more than two pairs of shoes at once. Their feet will inevitably grow once you do.
42. No matter how hard they promise, kids will never walk that puppy as much as you hoped.
43. Give away the books you can't stand reading.
44. No child went to college with a pacifier.
45. Don't buy any toy that is meant to come apart, unless they can put it back together themselves.
46. Keep a well-hidden stock of lollipops.
47. Don't allow Play-Doh on carpets. Or, indoors, for that matter.
48. TV won't really turn their brains to mush.
49. A bathroom in a house with boys will never smell clean.
10 Things I Want My Daughter To Know
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Grace is rounding the curve to ten. I am not sure how this is possible. I feel ever more aware of her girlhood and looming adolescence, and of all the things I want her to know, as if I could somehow instill values and beliefs into her, like pressing a penny into soft clay. I know I can't; the best I can do is to keep saying them, keep writing them, keep living them.
Ten things I want my 10-year-old daughter to know:
1. It is not your job to keep the people you love happy. Not me, not Daddy, not your brother, not your friends. I promise, it's not. The hard truth is that you can't, anyway.
2. Your physical fearlessness is a strength. Please continue using your body in the world: run, jump, climb, throw. I love watching you streaking down the soccer field, or swinging proudly along a row of monkey bars, or climbing into the high branches of a tree. There is both health and a sense of mastery in physical activity and challenges.
3. You should never be afraid to share your passions. You are sometimes embarrassed that you still like to play with dolls, for example, and you worry that your friends will make fun of you. Anyone who teases you for what you love to do is not a true friend. This is hard to realize, but essential.
4. It is okay to disagree with me, and others. You are old enough to have a point of view, and I want to hear it. So do those who love you. Don't pick fights for the sake of it, of course, but when you really feel I'm wrong, please say so. You have heard me say that you are right, and you've heard me apologize for my behavior or point of view when I realize they were wrong. Your perspective is both valid and valuable. Don't shy away from expressing it.
5. You are so very beautiful. Your face now holds the baby you were and the young woman you are rapidly becoming. My eyes and cleft chin and your father's coloring combine into someone unique, someone purely you. I can see the clouds of society's beauty myth hovering, manifest in your own growing self-consciousness. I beg of you not to lose sight with your own beauty, so much of which comes from the fact that your spirit runs so close to the surface.
6. Reading is essential. It is the central leisure-time joy of my life, as you know. I am immensely proud and pleased to see that you seem to share it. That identification you feel with characters, that sense of slipping into another world, of getting lost there in the best possible way? Those never go away. Welcome.
7. You are not me. We are very alike, but you are your own person, entirely, completely, fully. I know this, I promise, even when I lose sight of it. I know that separation from me is one of the fundamental tasks of your adolescence, which I can see glinting over the horizon. I dread it like ice in my stomach, that space, that distance, that essential cleaving, but I want you to know I know how vital it is. I'm going to be here, no matter what, Grace. The red string that ties us together will stretch. I know it will. And once the transition is accomplished there will be a new, even better closeness. I know that too.
8. It is almost never about you. What I mean is that when people act in a way that hurts or makes you feel insecure, it is almost certainly about something happening inside of them, and not about you. I struggle with this one mightily, and I have tried very, very hard never once to tell you you are being "too sensitive" or to "get over it" when you feel hurt. Believe me, I know how feelings can slice your heart, even if your head knows otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, it will help to remember that almost always other people are struggling with their own demons, even if they bump into you by accident.
9. There is no single person who can be your everything. Be very careful about bestowing this power on any one person. I suspect you are trying to fill a gnawing loneliness, and if you are you inherited it from me. That feeling, Woolf's "emptiness about the heart of life," is just part of the deal. Trying to fill that ache with other people (or with anything else, like food, alcohol, numbing behaviors of a zillion sorts you don't even know of yet) is a lost cause, and nobody will be up to the task. You will feel let down, and, worse, that loneliness will be there no matter what. I'm learning to embrace it, to accept it as part of who I am. I hope to help you do the same.
10. I am trying my best. I know I'm not good enough and not the mother you deserve. I am impatient and fallible and I raise my voice. I am sorry. I love you and your brother more than I love anyone else in the entire world and I always wish I could be better for you. I'll admit I don't always love your behavior, and I'm quick to tell you that. But every single day, I love you with every fiber of my being. No matter what.
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