Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday morning, a friend told me he had an extra ticket for that night’s Philadelphia Eagles (also known as the House of Wayward Football Souls) game. My knee jerk, devout-Cowboys-fan reaction was to politely tell him to rectally ingest the ticket but then I considered the opportunity to personally experience firsthand the ongoing Mike Vick saga (It seems that every time the man sneezes, it’s the lead story on Sportscenter ... sorry Brett, you’ll have to wait 3 minutes). However, I had been following his career before his legal troubles so I was interested to see him play his first football in 2 years. Why not?We got to the Linc and the first thing I noticed is…nothing. Where were the angry animal rights mobs promised in vitriolic calls to 610 WIP (local sports-talk radio station) all week? The NAACP, who threatened to protest, were no where to be found (rumor had it that they rallied in Downtown Philly). The hordes of season ticket returners, those indignant folk who renounced their Eagles fanhood before the ink was dry on Michael’s contract? Nowhere to be found. Instead, scattered around the parking lot, were Iggle fans wearing…#7 jerseys! More than a few, actually. I’d say I saw more Vick apparel out there than McNabb…worn by people of all colors, which kinda effs over that whole “racial divide” angle that’s the new hot thing in the streets. Clearly, the fans had at least accepted this redemption project.When Vick took the field on the second play of the game, he was treated to a conquering hero’s ovation…surprise surprise. They reacted to his subsequent handoff to LeSean McCoy for a 2 yard gain in a similar manner. A few plays later, when he was used as a decoy in a Wildcat formation (yes, we believe you’re gonna throw a naked screen to a quarterback), he received another rousing round of applause. After his 15 yard laser pass on an out to DeSean Jackson, he got more. It's fair to say every time Mike touched the field he got a great reception. I found it funny that during one round in particular, the video screen at the game treated the fans to Donovan McNabb and his signature “are you flipping kidding me” pose (you’ve seen it…he puts his hands on his hips and frowns like a kid that didn’t get picked by either captain in a kickball game). In fact, after McNabb committed the Eagles second turnover by throwing a pick (and earned a lusty chorus of boos for his trouble), we even got a pretty damn loud “We Want Vick” chant throughout the stadium.The midnight green (is that a color?) [Ciara's note: yes it is, you asscrack] clad faithful seemed overjoyed to have Mike in the nest. After the game, (I left midway through the 4th, sorry…)as we walked back through the parking lot, there were the requisite drunks in Eagles gear showing their amazing accuracy at spelling their team’s name (over…and over…and over. Clearly they’re proud of their 4th grade education). But some had learned a new word to chant mindlessly: “V-I-C-K, VICK VICK VICK!” That pretty much described the theme of the night; the Philly fanbase has readiliy embraced the newest Eagle, at least during the this honeymoon phase.
So I compiled a list of 27 songs that remind me of high school. While some of these songs aren’t quality records and a few of the artist mentioned are no longer around, these songs were a part of radio rotation therefore ingrained in my head.
Here are 28 songs that make up my entire high school experience (2001-2005).
Crunk music definitely dominated radio during my last two years of high school. Every girl knew Princess of Crime Mob’s verse in “Knuck if You Buck”. Trillville had the nastiest record of the time, “Some Cut”, and the trouble starter, “Never Ever”,Lil’ Jon pulled a dope R&B record out his head with “Lovers and Friends” and YoungBloodz’s “Damn” got us in trouble at homecoming.
Trillville “Some Cut” and “Never Ever”
Crime Mob “Knuck If You Buck” (above)
Lil Jon feat. Usher and Ludacris “Lovers and Friends”
In high school, we girls had some anthems. Beyonce had every 16-year-old girl claiming her independence with “Me, Myself and I”, Aaliyah had a posthumous hit with “Come Over” and my namesake, Ciara, gave me two new nicknames with “Goodies” and “1,2 Step”.
Beyonce’ “Me, Myself and I”
Amerie “One Thing” (above)
Ciara “Goodies” and “1,2 Step”
Nivea “Don’t Mess With My Man”
Aaliyah “Come Over”
Keyshia Cole “I’ve Changed My Mind”
Floetry “Say Yes”
Male R&B singers had some cuts including Bobby Valentino’s monster hit, “Slow Down”, Mr. Teflon himself, R. Kelly, with “Step In The Name of Love” and Usher's "Burn"
Bobby Valentino “Slow Down” (above)
R. Kelly “Step In The Name of Love”
One person: T.I.
T.I. “U Don’t Know Me”(above) and “Bring Em’ Out”
Lil’ Wayne “Go DJ” (above)
Crazy, right? Oh absolutely. Especially when you were also a group that would privately complain about Black dudes only dating multiracial or White girls. It’s definitely a big whopping pile of double-standard.
To this day, I try to understand why I was caught up in the phase of only drooling over, as they were called, “The Pretty Ones”. It wasn’t that I didn’t find Black boys attractive – all my major crushes, besides one person, in high school were dark-skinned and Black – or that I had something against myself as a person, it was all really up to what we were told was the “ultimate catch”: a walking, talking United Nations logo.
It’s almost as if we looked at these guys as prize horses to parade around the racetrack. Seriously, dudes only to hang out with at football games just to have other girls secretly want to kick your ass JUST BECAUSE you pulled “that”. The seeds of black girl on black girl hate were planted in high school, I’m telling you.
If you peel back the superficiality of this attraction, you find an interesting question: How much does society play into our physical attractiveness? Does society really have that much control over who we do or do not find attractive? Let’s be real for a minute: As a Black girl, my self-esteem was riddled with bullet holes because I didn’t think I was as attractive as the video models all the boys in school wanked off to. As an adult, I’ve learned to accept my pudgy ass but it’s only fair to think that Black boys go through the same image issues. I’ve heard stories of dark-skinned teenage boys say that they felt unattractive because “the pretty ones” got all the pretty girls.
I feel disgusted that I possibly made someone feel that way.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Where does Michael Vick fit in this?
Back in 2007, the Atlanta chapter of the NAACP declared publically their support for Vick during the first brutal days after he was accused of running a dog fighting operation amongst other things. With football allegories, similes, metaphors and colloquialisms in hand, the chapter declared that Vick was being punished severely in the court of public opinion and that he was not treated fairly by law.
Now, the local Philadelphia chapter is deciding to host a rally in front of the Eagles stadium allegedly in support of Michael Vick.
A massive demonstration is planned to support Michael Vick at Lincoln Financial Field on Thursday, when Vick is expected to make his debut with the Eagles.
The Philadelphia chapter of the NAACP, the Black Clergy of Philadelphia and other local civil rights groups had planned a demonstration to support Vick.
However, the Eagles called the NAACP after hearing of the plans for the demonstration at the stadium, and asked them to cancel the rally to stop a potentially "ugly scene," J. Whyatt Mondesire, president of the Philadelphia chapter of the NAACP told ESPN.
Mondesire told The Associated Press later Wednesday evening that his group and the Black Clergy of Philadelphia had decided to proceed with their march on Thursday.
"We believe Michael Vick has served his time, paid his debt to society and deserves a second chance and the animal rights groups want to hold him hostage for the rest of his life," J. Whyatt Mondesire, president of the Philadelphia chapter of the NAACP, said Wednesday. "We think that's patently unfair. It denies Michael Vick's basic civil rights, denies him his ability to make a living." [Source]
As you can see by one of my tweets, I was EXTREMELY upset by this news. With all of the things that the local chapter could raise awareness about – the recent reports of SAT scores plummeting for Black students or the 4,000 bodies that drop in this city ever year – they choose this?!
This rally is wrong in SO MANY levels…
First, there is no clear reason as to why the local chapter is hosting this rally only that they want to thwart the protests of the opposition such as PETA, ASPCA and other humane organizations. That’s a giant piece of fail for this reason:
The worst thing that anyone can do in this local debate about Vick’s tenure as a Philadelphia Eagle is to polarize the racial dichotomy that engulfs this city about his employment. In local news coverage, there appears to be a racial divide amongst his supporters, more often Black, and his detractors, more often White. While local media has not discussed the impact on race in varying opinions of Philadelphians, now the floodgates have been opened.
There is already the perception that Blacks condone Vick’s behavior and that dogfighting – amoungst other forms of illegal gambling – is prevalent in the North and West sections of the city – which happen to be majority Black. There is also this notion that Blacks do not care about animals which is also a false generalization. For the NAACP to rally in behalf of a person who killed dogs, it allows for others to lasso in all Blacks as supporters of dogfighting and the inhumane treatment of animals. Why? Because many people are stupid enough to assert that the NAACP speaks for ALL Black folk (trust me, they don't).
Secondly, the NAACP is almost saying that (some) White people are responsible for not letting Vick live his life. In all honesty, Vick playing football again equals life lived.
Third, Michael Vick is not being punished because he’s Black. He’s being punished because he participated in a very heinous crime, which he has admitted to.
Lastly, the NAACP is continuing their destructive trend of being a reactionary organization – reacting to the wrong issues. If the association wants to really make a mark in this discussion, it would be to partner up with the Humane Society and ASPCA and say, “Hey, we understand that dogfighting is a problem in our urban communities. Let’s partner together to teach others about this issue and increase awareness of a problem that is plaguing our society. A major figure in the Black community is behind you in that endeavor”. This would help because the ASPCA isn’t stopping in the hood any time soon and that’s where they allege these activities are taking place.
There is no justifiable reason why the NAACP should be involved in this manner. Vick is not a victim of injustice or hatred – he is a victim of his own poor judgment and stupidity and he’s paying for that.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
A 43-year-old former Bucks County, Pennsylvania math teacher [pictured] was arrested for allegedly having a sexual relationship with a 17-year-old student. Crazy thing is … mad teachers on the staff knew about it!
Robert C. Hawkins, of the 1800 block of Society Place in Newtown, Bucks County, turned himself in this morning to police and was arraigned, authorities said. He was released after posting bail, 10 percent of $500,000. His bail conditions say that he is not to have contact with the girl or any other minors and must stay away from all Council Rock schools.Every time I hear of student/teacher relationships, I always wonder how they stay under wraps for so long. Face it, high school is like a giant Perez Hilton-gossip machine: at the end of the day, mad people know something about it, even if that something is only 10% true.
Three other teachers are believed to have known about the relationship and did not report it to school officials or police, the Council Rock School District said in a news release. The police affadivit also refers to e-mails between Hawkins and "associates."
One of the teachers has resigned and two have been suspended with intent to dismiss, the news release said. Neither district superintendent Mark Klein nor the Bucks County District Attorney's office has named the three teachers. District Attorney Michelle Henry said police "are investigating whether other teachers were aware of the relationship and to what extent," but would not comment further. [Source]
This is the supposed truth: Allegedly, the student and teacher exchanged thousands of text messages and met up to have numerous sexual encounters. The teacher even went as far to check Pennsylvania consent laws to see if it their “relationship” would be okay under law. They wanted to make this one work, huh? The teacher also sent multiple picture messages containing sexual material to not only his jailbait but to other students as well.
Council Rock teacher arrested; allegedly had sex with student [Philadelphia Inquirer]
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
PHILADELPHIA -- Hours after his return to the football field, Michael Vick sat in a corner booth last night in the Riverbend Bar & Grill, sipping on a Grey Goose and pineapple juice and talking with two friends.
The controversial quarterback looked at peace despite the firestorm swirling around him. A debate is raging in this city whether Vick deserves a second chance and whether the Eagles erred in giving him one, but he sat unnoticed in the hotel bar. [Source]
The first question is “what’s the big deal?” After reports surfaced of Vick’s one-night-stand with a barstool, many speculated that his one mere drink somehow violated the NFL’s personal conduct policy, reinstatement guidelines and his probation. According to the Eagles, Vick did not violate his probation nor NFL reinstatement by having a drink at the bar that night.
The second question is “how did this become a big deal?” The initial mention of Vick’s bar visit was the lead of an article focused on his first day at Eagles practice. That article, from the New York Post, was dated August 16th. About six days later, major sports news outlets, such as ProFootballTalk and ESPN, reported on Vick’s possible rules violation. The Eagles were forced to address the situation and voila … you have a scandal.
There are two issues here.
First, the gumption by some in sports media to elevate this story past “no one gives a f*ck” mode is extremely evident. ProFootballTalk, who initially brought the possible violation to our attention, took a passing mention of Vick having a drink at the bar and turned it into the first piece of evidence that Vick isn’t getting his life right. They tried this tactic before with a YouTube video featuring Vick with Young Jeezy but it went ignored.
However, the bigger issue appears to be that people are clamoring to read — and ultimately see — Vick fall apart. His crime, heinous and disgusting by his own admission, and subsequent attempts to show remorse are not enough for some to accept, which is fine. The problem arises when people are purposely blowing up miniscule acts of behavior to somehow demonstrate that Vick cannot and will not do well. He’s only been in this for two weeks; he needs a little bit more time to show people that he’s changed.
Truth be told, we aren’t the people he needs to prove that to.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
“If you have these in a size bigger, can you grab me a pair?”
“Sure … what size do you need?”
“17 or 19, depending on which one you have”
The sales associates’ face grows inquisitive. “Really? You don’t look that big.”
At that point, you don’t whether to be flattered or pissed. You get the size you need, the fit as they should, and then you leave.
But as you sit in the car, you start thinking “What the hell is a size 17 supposed to look like?! …a blimp?!”
You start to recollect on your previous shopping adventures and realize that people have said that same comment to you before. Even your relatives relish the opportunity to say “You ain’t that big, girl!” like that’s supposed to boost your confidence or something. It doesn’t.
I tell you that this is the story of my life. I’m 5’6 and189 pounds. I wear a size 17 jean. People are surprised to know that … SHOCKED. It’s because most people can’t visually conceptualize those who weight between 160-200 pounds. They know – or think – what “big folks” and smaller people look like which gives them this weird and off-kilter physiological scale. Apparently, my in-between self messes up the scale.
But what can do, right? As long as no one says, “you wanna try a size even bigger”, I’m good.
I think …
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
A man who held a sign reading 'Death To Obama, Death To Michelle And Her Two Stupid Kids' at a town hall in Maryland yesterday has been detained by the Secret Service, according to the AP.
The Hill first reported on the sign yesterday afternoon. The man in question was attending a town hall event held by Sen. Benjamin Cardin (D-MD) at Hagerstown Community College.
Washington County Sheriff's Captain Peter Lazich said the as-yet-unidentified, 51-year-old man was detained by deputies near the entrance to the college after receiving multiple calls from people in attendance at the event. According to Lazich, the man was turned over to the Secret Service by the sheriff's office. [Source]
Actually, I have two words ...
'Death To Obama' Sign-Holder At Town Hall Detained By Secret Service [Talking Points Memo]
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Can I roll my eyes yet?
As long as there are societal divisions, there will forever be the three dreaded “-isms” – racism, sexism and classism. That will never change regardless of who is running the country. The idea of that going away is frankly stupid.
But what this presidency is showing us is that we still have some really deep-seated hatred for each other in this world; a deep-seated hatred that was hidden because we were never in a position to confront it.
And that’s the problem. As a country, we tend to run away from the topics of racism and sexism like one isn’t as bad and the other doesn’t exist. While we are years removed from the more blatant acts of discrimination, what we are seeing at this town halls, websites and television channels is the same dirty water but from a brand-new middle-dollar faucet.
This so-called “fear of Black power” and “destruction of the White culture” isn’t new. The slave owners were petrified of slave uprisings. The fathers of the South feared the “raping and pillaging” of their daughters. COINTELPRO of the Sixties, anybody? There’s always been this underlining fear of the Black man “taking over”, so with the election of a Black man, the fear has a new venue: the President of the United States.
Can you feel the hate?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Okay, it’s a penis. Whoop-tee-doo. Most people will say “I wonder what [enter celebrity’s name here] penis or breasts look like”. Whatever. You’re not going to see the penises or tits of some random joe or jill on the street and you won’t trip about that, now do you?The photos of a man who looks like Dwight Howard pulling down his shorts to reveal his member in a web cam pic found on Mediatakeout are not him, TMZ reveals. Big day for everybody.
And even if Dwight Howard's Superman cock wasn't the one being flopped out of a pair of long red workout shorts, it's probably for the best. [Source]
It’s a penis. Damn. Once you’ve seen one (..or two or three), you’ve seen them all.
Dwight Howard's Lawyers Tell The World That's Not His Penis [Deadspin]
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
First, people are extremely tense around firearms in unnecessary settings. I didn’t know there were deer parading around the building. Secondly, anytime a White guy is near a pistol while the first BLACK president is giving a speech and he ain’t Secret Service, people get concerned. You know, that fear kept many Black folk from jumping on the Obama train during the first days of his campaign. Lastly, this was a town hall event about health care not gun control. The reason for carrying a gun was what? Medicare bullets flying in the air?
I don’t know why people are extremely frightened that their Second Amendment rights will be taken away. Think about when the amendment was established. It was during a time when civilians had to be prepared to fight. When it was time, Daddy John and oldest son Samuel had to go fight for FREEDOM! Obviously, that isn’t pertinent anymore but it still holds some weight for some people.
You have the right and that right isn’t going anywhere. The problem is when people clearly abuse that power. Why the hell would you need to be carrying a gun at an event like this? Ain’t nobody touching anybody (if you listen to some conservatives, us liberals are ready to knuck if we buck over things like healthcare. Especially SEIU and ACORN). When people do shit like this, it ignites the debate on whether the Second Amendment should be dealt with. But tensions get so high, that it will never happen.
But before it got too bad, I caught the attention of this really attractive dude who, with his boys, kept going from floor to floor following my crew (weird). He was built like a linebacker with milk chocolate skin and the cleanest waves I’ve seen in a minute. Certified dime-piece. When we both worked up the nerve to talk to each other, we ended up exchanging numbers and he watched me walk away Waiting to Exhale style. I knew it too … I didn’t walk with that extra switch for nothing.
Fast forward two weeks later when we decided to go to a neighborhood barbeque together (we found out that we functioned within some of the same social circles). Due to the event and my propensity to eat my ass off at things like this, I decided to dress casually. Casual for me: Grey hoodie, camouflage cargo shorts and some Air Max 95s. I would’ve worn a New Era fitted but it was a little too hot for that.
As I’m walking to his car, he gives me the biggest “Who the f*** is this?” look I’ve ever seen since maybe my senior year of high school. That day, the school was buzzing because I wore a skirt. With dude, it was the same effect times ten. The girl who wore four inch stiletto shoes to the club is walking outside looking like a dude. We practically were wearing the same outfit.
Needless to say, he and I grew apart. When I told this story to a male friend of mine, the only thing he could say was that was “gender-confused”.
What the hell is that? He claims that I can’t figure out whether I want to be a boy or girl, like I have a choice. I bleed every month. I have breasts. My reproduction organs are internal. I am a girl. I’m proud of that. I love that. I’m proud of the gift I was given to conceive a child. I didn’t know I had to dress like Barbie to show it.
Because of my two X chromosomes, I’m supposed to act, dress, sit, drink, yell, fuck, work, listen, teach, talk, type and breathe a certain way? What part of the game is that?
I’m just not what society deems to be “a girl”. Yeah, I went through my Barbie, make-up, Girl Scout, boy band-obsessed, ballet phase just like other girls. The beauty of being me is that I grew to accept the person that I am. You can find me in heels one day and Nike Dunks the other. I get my nails done in bright colors. I can have a three-hour long conversation about sports. I will wear pink. I sometimes giggle like a schoolgirl when I see someone I am attracted to but I can also be the most perverted flirt on the planet. I defend women on the daily but I channel my inner-misogynist when need be. I am complex person stuck in a girl’s body. I’ve accepted that.
So no, I’m not confused. I’m confident. Confident about the person that I am. Complex in person but simple in theory. So whenever you question my gender, I’ll just point to my vagina. Complex question, simple answer.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Despite worries about ill health, income, changes in social status and bereavements, later life tends to be a golden age, according to psychologists.
They found older adults generally make the best of the time they have left and have learned to avoid situations that make them feel sad or stressed.
The young should do the same, they told the American Psychological Association. [Source]
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Just a extension of what I've been complaining about on Non Sequitur. There's a mentality that up and coming dudes in the game have that make them carry their balls on the sleeve. It's that "Philly Bravado" ... that "I can be big in the hood, f*** everything else ... even if I end up at 30 without anything to show for it."
This is long but I think it proves my point.
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
The hardest thing for any sports blog to do these days is to gain respect amongst mainstream media types. In the wake of the Erin Andrews peephole-in-the-hotel-room fiasco, blogs have been scathed as the perpetuators of the sour and sleaze of the new brand of sports media. Crazy thing is, in the aftermath, the mainstream media made that situation worse.
Anyway, best to the subject at hand. For the most parts, many sports blogs have grown to be a part of the sports media spectrum with many websites becoming partners with big dogs such as ESPN and Yahoo! Sports. While those blogs do well (as they should) and others build popularity, the weak ones find themselves falling to the wayside. Only the strong – and the serious – survive in this industry and for the most part, the internet gets it right.
But in some cases, they don’t. While the ratio of bad sports blogs to good ones isn’t as crippling as it used to be, many of the most talked about ones fall under the “Profit off an athlete’s downfall” category.
In that business, the more salacious the story, the better. Photos of athletes drinking? Check. Passing out? Check. With strippers? Check. Doing drugs? Check? Having mad babies out of wedlock? Check. The bad, the better. The more disgusting, the more hits and everyone wants hits. That’s why you do this ... to get attention.
Two years ago, I had a blog called Athletes and Procreation, a daily diatribe about the baby-making habits of athletes and their lack of care for the children they create. I started the blog not out of some deep-seeded personal anger against irresponsible men and women but because I wanted attention. At that time, I was interning at a magazine and happened to be working alongside an influential person in the industry that I wanted to be a part of. Things went well too. A few months later, I was featured on Deadspin, a very popular sports blog, and getting inquiries about doing work for other blogs.
But then it hit me. Every morning, I would wake up and try to be extremely judgmental towards people that I didn’t know. It was hard to hate on situations and circumstances that, if I didn’t protect myself, I could be in. Hell, my Godson’s father is not in his life and my hate for him was being transferred into what I did. It gave me influence, absolutely, but I felt like I was being reactive. I wasn’t getting anything positive out of what I doing. Frankly, I felt like shit.
So for the most part, I try not to be as judgmental on things even though, as a human being with emotions, that is hard. People aren’t perfect. Hell, I’m not even where I’m supposed to be in life. So when I see others try to profit off of someone’s shortcomings, I cringe.
Take this Josh Hamilton story. For those who are unfamiliar, Josh Hamilton, an outfielder with the Texas Rangers, became the story of Major League Baseball due to his comeback and rehabilitation from drug and alcohol abuse. The ultimate “feel good story”, he completely dominated last year’s Home Run Derby and became a fan and media favorite. They sure love bad gone good White boys, don’t they (see Chris “Birdman” Anderson)?
Recently, that image has taken a hit. Today, Deadspin featured photos from a late-night excursion involving Hamilton and some chicks at a bar which contradict his current good boy image. While they are extremely incriminating, they only prove one thing: Hamilton likes chicks at bars that have some desire to lick whip cream off of his chest and to simulate sexual positions while clearly intoxicated. Yep, it doesn’t look too good. But the more I look at the photos, I don’t become upset with Hamilton but rather I give the side-eye to Deadspin.
Deadspin is too big and popular to have to steep to some level of profiting off of an athlete’s downfall so I know that they didn’t do this due to some really nasty ulterior motive. However, I find it interesting that, in some past, Deadspin has been critical of other blogs who decide to do these types of things. While “The Spin” probably took a better journalistic approach to dealing with the photos – they even allowed Hamilton’s people to make a statement about them – and respected the privacy of those who sent them in (which pisses me off on some snitch shit**), I still feel like this is a case of using a man’s image against himself.
People fall off the wagon every day, it happens. Hamilton, even as an athlete, isn’t immune from that. The real question is what Deadspin hopes to get out of this. They don’t need the hits. Unfortunately, I think they will take a hit from this.
**Hear me out on this one: You email these photos because you clearly want to out the man but you want to protect your own image? Fuck outta here. If you have the balls – or ovaries – to put this man’s indiscretion on blast, you should have the reproductive gusto to show your face. That’s a bitch-made move to me especially when you aren’t innocent.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sotomayor was easily confirmed in a 68-31 vote. Nine Republicans joined a unanimous Democratic caucus in supporting her nomination.
Sen. Ted Kennedy, D-Massachusetts, supported Sotomayor but was not present for the vote because of illness.
Sotomayor, a 55-year-old federal appeals court judge, will be the 111th person to sit on the high court and the third female justice.
She will be sworn in at the Supreme Court by Chief Justice John Roberts on Saturday. [Source]
What this entire process showed -- besides the supreme asshole-ness of one Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina -- is how the discussion, or lack thereof, of race is being played out in our very eyes. I haven't heard so many White men say "Wise Latina" in my life, even if they meant it. The whole notion that White men are under threat because of this appointment was absurd from the beginning and the ways in which some in the world of politics wanted to prove that fact, was pathetic. White men ain't losing power anytime soon, trust me.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
As a long-time connoisseur of Essence magazine, I’ve had some major gripes with the magazine in how they deal with relationships. If it isn’t a story about finding a man, it’s a story about how they are cheating. While I enjoyed their annual February issue’s “Will You Marry Me?” fold-out and their annual “Do Right Men” special every August, they always do something that rubs me the wrong way.
Let’s take their latest issue with
That’s all grand. However, when I hit up Essence’s website the next day, they’re featuring Bravo's Real Housewives of Atlanta, the quintessential “Black women REALLY don’t get along” show on television. Forever calling out VH1 for its foray into Black reality television with the Flavor of Love, I Love New York, Real Chance at Love, For the Love of Ray J, and Charm School series, they’re ready to swim piranha-infested waters to get the latest scoops on the ferocious ladies of A-Town. Contradicting much?
In that same issue, Essence features their new set of "Do Right Men" with the tagline “You’re Invited to Marry a Millonaire”. Really, Essence? I appreciated the previous "Do Right Men" series because they featured men from all walks of life – Hell, I was about to semi-stalk one of the dudes in last year’s issue – but damn, this time you pick dudes with seven figures. We can all dream, right?
So yeah, Essence gets me salty from time to time. When they foray into sports is when I roll my eyes and suck my teeth the most. But then they showcase a athlete so fine, so sexy and so hung, that I forget.
Peep Kansas City Chiefs' Kolby Smith
So thank you Essence magazine for allowing me to forget that you contradict yourselves on the daily – and that I contradicted myself in this post. Damn, he’s fine.
August Single Man of the Month: Kolby Smith [Essence]
Kolby Smith Photo Gallery [Essence] (Pics above via)
Monday, August 3, 2009
But "AIDS-infested cesspool"? That's a new one. I didn't get that from any ol' dude on the street. I got that from The Trentonian, Trenton, New Jersey's very own local newspaper.
TRENTON — The city might be an AIDS-infested cesspool, but at least its thugs aren’t racially divided. Just ask a 23-year-old man who was beaten with a baseball bat by four men — two black and two white — who then shot the victim in the left shin Saturday morning, according to police.Harsh, ain't it? I couldn't even imagine the Philadelphia Daily News going this far, damn. For an article that is clearly not an Op-Ed, that is a very bold and brazen thing to say about the AIDS-infested cesspool city that you serve.
It was one of two shootings during the weekend. The other victim was shot in the leg, too. [Source]
One student’s grievance led to her to this logic: Since I can’t find a job, let me sue the school that gave me my Bachelor’s degree because apparently that degree ain’t getting me a job.
Trina Thompson, 27, filed a lawsuit last week against Monroe College in Bronx Supreme Court.
She is seeking to recover $70,000 (£42,000) she spent on tuition to get her information technology degree.
Monroe College spokesman Gary Axelbank said Ms Thompson's lawsuit was "completely without merit".
The ex-student, who received her degree in April, says the college's Office of Career Advancement did not provide her with the leads and career advice it had promised.
Anyone with a mind will tell you: A college degree is no damn guarantee for employment. Depending on your field, you better have substantial work or internship experience on deck. I can’t speak for IT, but as a Communications major, journalism jobs ain’t all that popping either. This is survival of the fittest mode right now; you take what you can get.
"They have not tried hard enough to help me," she wrote about the college in her lawsuit. [Source]
And by taking what you can get, that means going out there and looking for work. If she believed that her school would take care of all of her employment search, then she was highly mistaken. She has a Bachelor degree; that gets her a job somewhere, shit.
Suing your school is extremely backwards and an insult to everyone who graduates from college and is seriously having trouble finding work in this economy. Woman up.
Jobless graduate sues her college [BBC]
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