Hall Pass

It seems traditional marriage is flawed in our country. Hell, maybe the whole world. People are always talking about how they can't trust their spouse. Monogamy is supposedly against human nature to be the sexual creatures we are designed to be. Some even suggest that we--men--were never supposed to be married because being tied down to one lover means that our testosterone-driven labidos would be stifled by the pragmatism of the same face every day. Smh. It's an age-old problem that has been swept under the rug for generations. However, in the highly vocal and more self-indulgent era of 2011 lots of people speak up about their inability to be committed. Or worse, they get caught demonstrating they can't be trusted.

The entertainment and professional athlete industries have given us a slew of examples of unfaithful lovers caught with their pants down. Jesse James, Kelsey Grammer, Charlie Sheen, Jaime Pressly, Ashlee Simpson n Pete Wentz, David n Courtney Arquette. Don't even get me started on Tiger Woods. And it's not just the stars that have trouble keeping their marriages together. Currently, the United States leads the world with the highest divorce rate anywhere. I know we like to be first in almost everything as a nation, but this is ridiculous. Statistics reveal a disturbing trend with regards to commitment in our country.

The point is, the list of problems goes on. People find it harder and harder to be committed to one person. Sleeping with their significant other and a revolving door of nameless flings. Has monogamy done this to us? Or have we done this to ourselves? Has the oversexualization of media raped our psyches to the point where we never learned to control teenage hormones? Are we a society of adolescent adults who can't keep it in their pants?

Some people have even gone as far as to offer amnesty for outside affairs with the consummated lover, provided they tell them. A movie out right now discusses this idea of how to keep a marriage alive. They suggest women should allow their husbands a bit of "time off," if you will, within their marriage. Allow your man to give in to his primal urges and then return to your bed afterwards. One athlete suggests it's just the way it goes. Men are gonna cheat on you anyway. Check out his article here. http://deadspin.com/#!5769488 Really? Are you shitting me? It sort of makes a mockery of what the vows of matrimony are. Or it suggests something even more problematic. Has the institution of marriage been a sham from the beginning? That's a hard pill to swallow. Maybe we're all kidding ourselves. Or maybe the whole world really has just lost their damn mind. You be the judge. I'm just sayin.


See the links below for more about marriages falling apart.

http://www.popeater.com/category/celebrity-splitsville/

http://www.nydailynews.com/money/galleries/most_expensive_celebrity_divorces/most_expensive_celebrity_divorces.html

http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/celebrity_photos/item_LcR0qb7Qt1YAdVKuoYd2TK

C'mon Son

For real? Everybody is gonna trip on this man because he was epicly infidelous to his wife? Sure the text messages were a bit much. But every man has a much more rugged sexual nature than he is willing to admit in the public eye. Yes, he and Elin have children together but generally most gold diggers marry and have children with their prey. Not that Elin Woods is a golddigger. *cough* Sure some of the porn stars and call girls were not the most attractive whores on the planet, but the man plays golf for Christ's sake. He's not going to have video vixens parading around as his mistress. Of course we're all a bit disappointed in seeing another "clean-nosed" celebrity and athlete getting his nostrils a little clogged but that doesn't mean that the media has to make it so he can't breathe. Leave Eldrick Tont Woods alone! He's a man. A human being capable of error just like the rest of us. No I don't that what he is did was right, but why do people keep acting as though they're so disgusted with someone's character like he's not the most interesting thing to happen to golf since they decided to give those motherfuckers an ugly green jacket as a "prize" instead "punishment." Who else would make you give a rat's ass about the PGA Tour or the Master's Tournament? Phil Mickelson? That other fat guy with the combover? Hell no. So leave that man alone. He will still be able to finish in the top 3 of that tournament. He will still maintain the majority of his endorsement deals (if the media shuts the hell up) and he will still get some groupie ass on the side. Tiger, you shoulda took a page from the purple-suit-wearing character on The Boondocks, because A Pimp Named Slickback wouldn't have had all his bitches talking on the news like that. I know you mad right now Tiger, but this wouldn't even have happened if you were messing round wit some black women. I'm just sayin.

The Lord Know My Heart

Yall all know the ones I'm talkin bout. Those Sunday Morning Christians that get all in the aisle shouting at the altar talking bout "the Holy Ghost got hold of me." Those ones. I'm so over them. They talk a mean game bout how they can't wait to get to Heaven but they know they aren't anywhere near the Lord throughout the week. I know a few of these "Saints" personally. I might've even been one of them in my former life, but they spend a good deal of time living in the world. What's that about kinfolk? They be on that bullshit. Drinking all during the week. Flagging down any voice of discernment you toss at them talkin bout "judge ye not." And that's the only scripture their inebriated asses ever took the time to learn. A mess. Gambling and buying Lotto tickets, but you don't even believe in tithing. Yelling at every body to read the Bible, but the only time that Book gets cracked open is when your "Saved Friends" come over and yall study word. But you be boozing up right after they leave and miss church service half the time because you be so gone. Yeah, the Lord may forgive you for messing every once in a while, but Sunday Morning Praise aint no excuse for Saturday night fever, so to speak. The only excuse that they ever can manage to give is "the Lord know my heart." Whatever you say, Drunky McLiarpants. The next time you in the sanctuary though, shouting bout the Goodness of a God you don't know, I hope he strikes you down right where you stand. I aint judging. I'm just sayin

Quit Playing Games Yo

Even though this game is mad old now, it's still some of the best graphics and gameplay out of a console in a good minute. I'm just saying.

Mrs. Knowles You Rock!

MTV Shows

Damn it, I know I come off as an asshole. And that last post probably has people thinking I'm not as hardcore a Bey stan as I could be, but let me just say this. After watching Kanye West, one of my favorite rappers, rob the joy from Taylor Swift's first moment of winning a Moon Man, I was wowed at the way she handled that situation. Had Mrs. Knowles-Carter let that hang out there, Taylor might have left MTV with the most sour taste in her mouth about the insensitivity of all the Beautiful People of Hollywood and the Entertainment Industry. While I still think you're hiding something I think this was a move conjured all your own. Let's see more of that side of you. Please? She really is a wonderful human being that I think the whole world would appreciate. I am just saying. You should give it a try.

Who's That Lady

While on one of my favorite blogs, they chose to talk about one of the most championed women of R&B in the 21st century. The cultural phenomena that was so big she had to create an alter ego just to cope with her immense popularity. The one and only Mrs. Beyonce Knowles-Carter. She is a music and fashion icon. But one thing that the average person who isn't a Beyonce Stan will tell you is that they have the sneaking suspicion that all that Ms. Knowles does is part of a large masquerade. With all the hair and makeup. The lights and the wind. The loud speaker and the flying harnesses it's hard to remain a "plain old you" when the whole world is telling you that the things that make you ordinary are too mundane to even fit in the shoes that you have to slide into one at a time like the rest of us. It's no wonder these sort of "superstars" have trouble trying to remain in the stratosphere when their feet are never truly permitted to touch the ground.

Don't get me wrong. Beyonce is an amazing woman. Business savvy. Speaks pretty well if prompted and prepped beforehand. Carries herself with decency. Smiles an awful lot. And as a man I can still say, she is sexy as all get out. But who the hell is she? Underneath all the makeup, weave, airbrushing, eyelined, plastic surgery, overly exercised, body sculpted image of a beautiful package I think there is the soul of a broken woman. A black woman who for whatever reason decided to take the world's oldest profession to a grander scale. She prostituted her gift. Her voice. Made a deal with the devil to sell her Gift from God to the highest bidder. A long time ago when people might not have known the "ghetto fabulous leader of Destiny's Child" they might have been able to simply say "yeah, her voice is pretty strong." But now, her staying power is undeniable. She is so popular that she could release the same album four times in one year with an extra song and video each rerelease and still go platinum on each disc. But with the stacking or hanging of each shiny, metallic disc what does she really gain? And what do we, the consumers of this product, her product, her music and her iconography gain from her? It's not a deeper understanding of ourselves. No, she could never really go toe-to-toe with India.Arie telling us not to be average or determine our worth by materialistic values. No, Beyonce can't go to the depths of her soul and sing the jazzy blues like Queen Latifah and tell us she's not in love, but the feeling was still good. And perhaps Mrs. Carter cannot go through the five steps of grieving with her Green Eyes as Erykah Badu did. But she can give us many of what I'll call "stock R&B songs." They sound pretty, but they don't really make you feel anything. And when it's all said and done what does Beyonce have left to show for it all, besides tons of money? Is she happy? I think beneath it all she's hurting. Real R&B is about rhythm and blues. Rhythm, like the movements of life. And Blues, like the murky water that sometimes is Life's winding stream. And when Beyonce goes into the studio or onto the stage for that matter instead of tapping into those feelings, she does what she has been taught to do well. Lie. Lie with her lips. Lie with her hips. Lie with the conviction that one day she will be able to shed a skin that is choking her secretly. Suddenly, her introversion becomes more and more frantic. And in a dire need to hide her authorial voice further she fabricated the psuedonym for yet another author to the story of her life. That's why people's minds invent multiple personalities isn't it? Because one of the personalities cannot handle the emotional and psychological pressures on it, but the subconscious knows it must survive. That's what Sasha Fierce is in my opinion. Sasha Fierce is Beyonce's armadillo roll. And until she gets out of her ball she cannot and will not be able push in some substance behind all of her musical creations. Until such time, she is simply rubbing dirt in a laceration that goes all the way deep to the white meat. Don't cry. I know it's hard. But you have to get yourself together because no one else will volunteer to do it. I'm just sayin.

A Dog-gone Shame

So it's football season again and nobody is more excited to see Michael Vick than I am. And then I get an email titled, "Have You Seen This Shit?" Michael Vick Dog Jerseys. Yes, folks they're serious. The Humane Society has succeeded in being further destructive to Michaeld Vick's image. I mean are they serious? A damn dog jersey? As if Black Men don't have enough problems trying to overcome the dehumanizing process of buying, selling, and trading players in a high-priced Modern-day Slave Trade that has become the NBA and the NFL. I can't believe they did this. They claim it's just to dissipate those last little lingering feelings that some dog lovers may still have towards the black athlete. Do they have any idea how disrespectful this is to any man, regardless of race? You're going to put my number on an animal? I swear I'm going to flip a shit if I get one jeering text message with animalistic comparisons between Vick and a canine. This is just as bad as the white guy who was selling the Obama t-shirts last year out of Fayetteville with Curious George on them. White people, I know you. Some of you are my good friends. I know yall aint that oblivious to the racism involved in these type of incidents and the bigotry embedded in the psyche of the sick fucks who fashioned these in the first place. My soul is disturbed. And my heart is broken at the way they continue to humiliate Michael Vick. My prayers are with you Brother. Stay strong. I know you're going to prove all these naysayers wrong. I just hope they'll start treating you with some dignity soon, because I'm finna send a letter to Stuart Scott so that he can shed some light on this. Because this is some bullshit. And you know it America. I'm just sayin.

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/The-Michael-Vick-dog-jersey-makes-your-dog-a-ver?urn=nfl,184138

Favor for Favre

Hmmmm. I'm not really sure how to feel about Bret Favre coming out of retirement for the second time. Isn't this the same man that gave us that tear jerking performance at the end of the season last year? I mean, dude what the hell? I know you love the game and more importantly, you like the money from it. But when is it time to give up th ghost? You had a pretty good run with the Jets last year and you threw pretty well. But then you promised that you were through with the game, at least from a player's perspective. And then we head buzz in the rumor mill that you might be firing up yet again. And you "neither confirm nor deny the allegations." And we all know what that shit means. You were coming back for yet another Encore performance. Not that I have an issue with the old guy, he's pretty cool. He made me love Green Bay. And you were on the cover of my NFL Quarterback Club for the N64, but I just don't get how the hell you keep getting signed despite your clever farce each year to "retire." And to add injury to insult, you defect to the Vikings? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this? Clearly they are the Cheese Heads biggest rival? Wtf? How is no one outraged by this? Is this okay? No. No sir, it absolutely is not. There is no excuse. You should have just stuck to doing those Wrangler jeans commercials and sat the hell down. Because right now you feel like Dennis Quaid in "Any Given Sunday," a dinosaur who doesn't deserve to play past his prime. If I was Tarvaris Jackson I'd be pissed. I mean, c'mon man. I'm just sayin.

Guess Who's Biizzzzack

After much speculation it has been confirmed by Clive Davis and the centerpiece of his starlet collection that she will be releasing her newest album "I Look To You" on August 31, 2009. I am quite excited about the Greatest Voice Of All Time coming back in full force. "I Look To You" is a powerful song about many things from God, to a lover that gives you the strength to carry on beyond the low points we all have in life. Whitney Houston is simply the greatest. And as much as I love the likes of Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Jill Scott, India.Arie, etc. I can never get over my first love. The woman who taught me how to sing, love, laugh, act,and be unashamed to be your corky, skinny self. I can't wait for this album. I already have my copy on reserve. Granted this Whitney will not be the same woman I met in the 90s, it will still be wonderful. Her voice has come back with a seasoned and beautiful grace that whispers experience. Her head voice is fuller than it has been in years. And her powerful chest voice is pushing back up to its old limits. Sorry, I got technical, didn't I? Oh well, that's the beauty of Whitney. She makes me feel all those beautiful nuances about music down in my bones. Not that others can't. But there is none like Whitney. I'm just sayin.

Dr. Evil

So why is this man making yet another band? Who is letting this dude make so much money off of the naive dreams of talented people? I sat there and watched in awe as the next installment of Puffy's reality tv show came on MTV. I'm sure he's getting a couple million dollars kickback on the royalties from the show. That's the only reason he ever really decides to make these "bands." I mean let's just look at the groups he has managed thus far. Dream? Da Band? Danity Kane? Donnie J? Day26? I will admit Day26 had closer to a real chance at stardom than any of the other groups. But Puffy has even placed the "Bad Boy Curse" upon them. I hope Q gets his act together. Nevertheless, these groups are all ones that did dooms to exist from the start. By telling them to rush to see who can make the fast album. Wtf? By telling them that their hari is too big and he doesn't like big hair. Or by simple Ego Trips he goes on and decides to make the Negroes he employs walk all the way to Brooklyn for the infamous slice of Junior's Cheesecake. Plain and simple, that nigga is out of control. And I for one, do not support his projects. Especially not his reality shows. They nothing more than mere encasing from him to frame his arrogant attitude for America to writhe in uncomfortable laughter. Simon Cowell? Anyone? Notice how we as Americans love to hate certain individuals; for their wealth, for their temper, and for the tendency to disregard the feelings of those around them. I can't do it. I will stick to just regular hating him. Probably the best thing Biggie could have done for Puff Daddy aka Sean 'P. Diddy' Combs' career was die. That way he could capitalize off tributes, movies, and anything else that poor Christopher Wallace had to do with. But I am not supporting this mad scientist bent on concocting the latest shoveling of Bullshit to make only himself rich. You wanna see who's killing hip hop because they're not trying? It aint just Solja Boy these days. It's money hungry people like Sean Combs that use artists as human capital that is to be tossed to the side once he's through with using them for his own profit. Bad Boy= Bad Business. I ain't hating on this rich asshole. I'm just sayin.

Worse I Ever Had

So you know I've been meaning to comment on this bs for a while. First off, the video, "Best I Ever Had", is stupid and its point muddled at best if there was one at all. Second, why the hell would they make a video about being "The Fucking Best" and lose? Who the hell thought that was a good idea? Imbecile. Third, idk why everyone is so disappointed. Little Jimmy aka Aubrey Graham aka Mr. Young Money has never been that great. As far as his lyricism, HE'S WACK! I've heard his mixtapes and honestly, Chris Brown is a better rapper than that nigga. Hell, Chris Brown's whole assault charge makes him more gangsta than Jimmy Drake too. I can't believe I even have to have this conversation. I've been saying since this little nigga was on Degrassi that he was garbage. For the real people that have followed Lil Wheelchair Jimmy you know that Ashley was the better half of that paraplegic duo. And this video of him converting to the dark side of Entertainment Industry Superficiality was only inevitable from this mediocre rapper who can't sing. If we had realized his lack of talent earlier on, we'd have known that his rap swag is the same flavor as his acting: vanilla. I'm just sayin.

Pretty Bored Wings

Maxwell is simply one of the greatest voices of our time. And in my lazing about the house, this is what I came up with. Not hating on some of the current artists out there, I'm just sayin.

Black Star Power

Isn't it funny how sometimes we as young adults experience our elders' disconnection from our generation. It happened to me while watching the BET Awards with my mother. She tried frantically to identify the current stars of the Entertainment Industry. And I struggled to curb my agitation with her cultural illiteracy. I suppose it's not her fault; while the impatience of youth leaves me a little more than slightly flustered by this natural inquisitive need to rebuild this long fallen bridge to pop culture. Excuse me while I get myself together. I know you're trying to stay "with it" but "it" left a loooooong time ago and no amount of BET is going to bring it back. Especially not with our modern age of coonery. I'm just sayin.

Shoutin it Down!

Some people in the Music Industry can't sing. And while they can sell albums, there are few with this amount of talent in one stairwell. Not hatin. I'm just sayin. Dem boyz can sang!!!

You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea..

You knew it was going to be a hard game when the whole 1st Quarter is spent with 7 lead changes. But not when you get that man "fired up and ready to go!" Say what you want about the transient fans of basketball, but I am one of them becasue honestly until summer comes I don't have time to devote so many hours of time into watching every damn game. I usually pick up during the Playoffs and decide who I want to win, but this year has just been like any other. Celtics couldn't get it going with KG and the gang. The Heat weren't even in the running despite all the greatness of D. Wade. And the Cavs were knocked out of their chance for the running in the upset between them and the Orlando Magic. But one thing remains consistent in the Western Conference. No matter what anyone says, the Lakers remain a well-oiled machine. Yeah, they've been robbed of a few championships in their era, but it is still the Age of the Purple and Gold. When they had ShaqDiesel and Lamar Odom was just trying to earn his keep on the Heat and the Clippers, they were knocking em down. The dynamic duo was truly a force to be reckoned with. They tried to reformulate that kind of chemistry with Wade and Shaq but it just wasn't the same. Shaq got old and Wade just didn't have enough help offensively. Meanwhile on the Westside, Lamar Odom's lack of motivation and sloppy play sometimes left me feeling like the G.O.A.T. when they just couldn't seize the Championship. Nevertheless, the one consistent thing that has always been a sight for sore eyes has been Kobe Bryant. He is simply impeccable. When he was alongside Shaq he was clearly the Star to shine beside the Behemoth that Shaquille O'Neal is. But without his love/hate partner in crime it has been a harder road for Kobe getting back to the Finals each year. But somehow he has fought to get there. Made out to be the bad guy with the media.



The Hot Head. The Alleged Rapist. The Showoff. But there is one thing that people have to realize, he really is probably the best that will ever play the game. I will admit I was swept up in the whole Lebron is the Chosen One thing, but experience is the best teacher. Lebron is just not ready yet. Kobe is ready. And has been for some time now. He shouted at his teammates. Jeered in opponents' faces. And got his rocks off with a white girl or two. Big deal. This man is human. Correction: this man is SuperHuman. And no matter how much time the media spends tearing this man down, they can never deny his talent as an athlete. You can say what you want. But I'm dusting off my "8" and "24" Lakers Jerseys and hopping on the bandwagon of the Winning Team. Don't judge me. I'm just sayin.

Bittersweet Irony

Not that you aren't great or anything but maybe you should have took your own advice, Your Highness. I'm just sayin....

Shiny, Spectacular, & Baby Blue All Over

It's funny it hasn't even been a full 24 hours since I posted that blog about the Gays and here I am on the very next day flooded with a ton of material in the form of the one video that made its way to the Informational SuperHighway and then spread like wildfire. Spectacular from boy band, Pretty Ricky managed to single-handedly destroy the group's career by exposing the truth about most boy bands. They're gay. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but most times it's a sad truth that America and moreover the world is not ready to admit. When Lance Bass came out the closet there was mayhem. When Raz-B of B2K hinted that he was gay, appeared on Noah's Arc (popular gay tv show), and spoke at a Pride Event the world held their breath and forced many gay black men into the same conundrum that continues this irrational cycle of homophobia. And I guess to some degree this was a culture shock to many. The straight community has always been largely oblivious to the contemporary flexibility that the average homosexual African American male posesses, because you have never encountered it. But trust most of these men you call "sissies" are a half a pirouette away from being a classically trained ballerina. So, I understand if seeing your would-be Sex Symbol, Spectacular spin, dip, and wind like the homosexual he is, made you a little bit uncomfortable. But guess what, it is your own homophobia that causes more of your internal revulsion rather than anything Spectacular Blue Smith did. Now, admittedly there was an easier and better way tell the world about his sexuality, this video should still be no cause for alarm. Just type in "boys dancing" on YouTube and you can begin broadening your horizons today. Otherwise, get over it. Shit happens. People are gay. And just because he was the epitome of everything you wanted in an uneducated, thugged-out boyfriend doesn't make him anything less acceptable just because now you realize he's just as inaccessible to you now as before. Sorry America. The man is human. Gay. And you all are fucked up. Why should everyone have to fight for the right to be themselves? Isn't that what this country was founded for? I'm just sayin.


See Spec's pecs here: http://www.mediatakeout.com/2009/32998-nuh_uhhhhhhhh_spectacular_from_pretty_ricky_appears_to_come_out_the_closet_in_new_video_warning_-_video_contains_extreme_zestiness.html

Who's The Boss

Soooooo, at my Graduation Party yesterday (Graduation wooooooo!!!), I was talking to some of my cousins and the issue of sexuality came up. Apparently, my sister had gone to Atlantic Station, a popular Atlanta hangout spot, and saw two guys in their car making out. And this began a series of heated commentaries made from everyone about how "it's a choice" and "it's wrong" or "disgusting" and "sinful." You get the idea. Then came the kicker. "I just don't see how you could be a man and do that." I was flustered to say the least, but I chilled because sometimes those arguments aren't worth being had. I know. But all I thought was why is it 2009 and people can still have these kinds of conversations. People always feel the need to discuss the immorality of certain sins with a complete disregard for the others. There is always a fixation on things that offend you rather on things that actually have to do with you. I didn't have anything against what my sister said all I wondered was what did it have to do with her? Every individual that participated in this conversation was a straight as lightning rod and I just wondered what could it benefit them to discuss this issue. And why did they all need to reiterate what the other one said. It must be some sort of connection thing where everybody wants to belong to some sort of community, so they kick one group out to establish themselves. That's what Europeans to the early settlers of the New World. That's what the Settlers did to the Native Americans, and the Africans for that matter. And that's what we are doing right now. It shouldn't be that way. We shouldn't need to ostracize one group of people in order to uplift ourselves. Is that what's really good in the streets. Everybody keeps making up their own clubhouse, like we're five years old, and then having our own private Tea Party where we can sit around in little huddles and a reaffirm one another's opinion. Well, excuse me for having it terribly wrong. I thought the world was not a flat, linear thing that the whole universe revolves around, but apparently I'm mistaken. I have apparently walked to the farthest edge and fall off the Earth into another dimension filled with imbeciles. I apologize. Sorry gays, you guys are disgusting, sinful, immoral people that God hates and I will thank you to burn in hell. Really? C'mon man. I'm just sayin.

How Does it Feel?

Breathe Easy

So after all this it's still a little bit difficult to beleive that I am officially a college graduate. I have spent four years working my ass off or not working my ass and it all amounts to this little piece of paper that costed me something like $100,000. I am so glad to be done with it. I have something that means a lot to my family and is an accomplishment I am proud of myself for too. I just can't beleive I won't be able to see these people who have been so vital to my existence for the past four years anymore. I was thinking the other day while we were at our individual school ceremony, and I asked one of my classmates "How does it feel to have your entire education sitting in your lap right now?" They couldn't formulate an answer and I imagine that is how college graduates and maybe even high school graduates are feeling right now. Personally, it makes so damn nervous because I sit at the same crossroads I was at four years with the choice of whether I wanted to enter the "Real World" or belabor the moment a little bit longer. I have chosen yet again to delay that transition into adulthood. I'm running away to South Korea to teach English while I try to figure out what I really want in my heart. Not that I'm complaining about things because this is pretty.

But I am just not 100% sure about the prospect of being a grown up yet. I know this is what they've been supposedly preparing us for this entire time and I love and appreciate everyone that has had a hand in the molding of us into the people we are now. It's just kinda scary. I'm not completely petrified. I'm just sayin.