On the road again... Today, I'm headed to the D to celebrate the BFF's graduation from law school. Woo Hoo! Sooo ridiculously proud and inspired. In honor of SPF making the magic happen while raising 2 wonderful little girls and taking care of a husband & home better than most folks I know- I leave you with a video that STAYS giving me life.
About a week or so ago, the patron saint of skanky chicks Courtney Love announced on Letterman that back in the day she frequently boned Gwen Stephanie's fine ass husband Gavin Rossendale. Not really newsworthy except for the implication that Gavin was definitely dating Gwen when these alleged liaisons popped off.
*gags violently*
But honestly, aside from this being a mental picture that most of us would've easily lived our entire lives without, its not THAT big of a deal... Dirty chicks get around.
You know, I've often heard my male friends discussing the pros and cons of keeping an ugly chick on stash for this very reason. Back in the day, they called it the paper Bag Theory- its a better lay as long as you don't look at the face. *don't judge us*
But I have to say, I didn't really believe most of them. I always figured women went hard when 1) she liked the person she was having sex with and 2) the dude made it worth the effort. And if they're so called 'pretty' girlfriend was a lazy lay it was because she was, well.... you do the math.
But maybe I was wrong. What do you think? Are "ugly" chicks (and dudes) swinging from chandeliers to distract from their appearance? Cause if so...
*adds homely right below STD-free on the list of qualities I'm looking for in a summer jump-off*
I love how the universe works. The other day when the weather started to catch a 'tude and rain on my parade, I realized how long it'd been since I'd gone to the movies. And I made a mental noted to go see something-anything in the near future. And then, voila! My homie invited me to the premiere of the new Queen Latifah/ Common flick, Just Wright.
*insert image of my ta-dow grin*
Bear in mind, while I love me some Latifah (unless she's singing) and enjoy Common musically, I wasn't necessarily convinced that I wanted to see the two of them get it on on the big screen. And then Paula Patton trying to be funny? DEAD FISH EYES.
But I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.
Latifah is on point for this role. In addition to being Cover Girl beautiful, her sense of comedic timing gets significantly better with every movie. Mind you, Paula Patton was PERFECT as the hooch gold-digger. Who knew?? I'm not going to give anything away but just wait until you see her in the morning scene after the party. Hee-larious. And not for nothing, as long as he had his pants on Common was alright with me (yeah, the whole knobby knees/ skinny calves was a wee bit distracting for the kid). It's very obvious he's been working with a new acting couch on this.
I'm not gonna lie, the plot was relatively predictable. But STILL, it was sososo cute. It's beyond refreshing to see a well done romantic comedy with strong black actors. No lie, for that hot hour and fifteen minutes, I totally fell in love with the idea of romance and love all over again. *swoons and spins in pirouette* Happy Sigh.
Hopefully, this will be the start of another round of movies featuring Black actors worth coughing up the $12.50 to see.
*side-eyes Madea while crossing fingers, toes, legs, arms*
Okay, today's post is courtesy of my homie G-Payton. Who bless his little heart, keeps my inbox full of the tomfoolery. For those who have had the pleasure of viewing the 'Yes Dance' video (an earlier GP jewel), you already know. So please do not ask me where, how or WHY he found this particular video. But please be clear- my mouth remains WIDE OPEN.
It's just so... I'm feel so... I mean, are these dudes straight? Even if they're not hetero, as grown men, how do you even coordinate something like this???
Wait, wait, I know! It probably went a little something like this:
Boy 1: "Yo, I got a dope idea."
Boy 2: "What, what's up?"
Boy 1: "Let's strip down to our shorts and baseball caps and then gyrate for the camera."
*There's a moment of silence. and then...
Boy 3: "Yoooo, that's hot son! That is so hot!"
Boy 1: "And hold up, hold up- we can even have solos and shit..."
Boy 3:"Word! I'm down!"
*Everyone gets hype and starts jumping around the dorm-sized living room. Except for...
Boy 4: "I don't know ya'll... Cause I'm still working on physique for bikini season."
Boy 5: Okay, well you hold the camera. Just make sure you zoom in close on me when it my turn for the solo..."
Boy 6: Whatever my dude, just be sure you hold the camera steady when I get to dropping it like it's hot."
Boy 2: "True, true."
Boy 4: "Trust me my dudes, I'mma make ya'll famous!"
Lord haf mercy! Misty, muggy spring days make me sleepy. And I'm thinking the three blueberry/ banana pancakes I just scarfed down prob didn't do much to help. Sigh.
*discreetly wipes syrup from my chin*
But I gotta tell you, all the itis in theWORLD didn't stop me from doing a double take at this picture of Jessica Simpson and Gabourey Sidibe taken at the this year's White House Correspondents Dinner.
Yo.
What is going on with Jessica Simpson? Like seriously, I get the whole, I 'd rather be healthy than a dry-heaving bulimic mess bandwagon she's riding now that her albums are doing double dust. But the day a former pin-up girl stands beside the girl who played Precious and she DOESN'T look like a rail? Oh uh-uh... Somebody in her camp needs to call Celebrity Fit Club and make the magic happen.
No offense.
Granted, it probably doesn't help that Gabby seems to have lost weight from the time she was doing promotions for the film but still... I saw the Essence cover. Homegirl ain't lost that damn much.
BLANK STARE
And I don't know if it's the plain Jane shoulder length hair, the awkward way her right arm pinned to her side or perhaps bright yellow boat neck dresses that hit the ugly spot right below the kneecap just aren't Jessica's thing... All I'm saying is there's got to be a better way.
*cough* and it probably starts with sit-up or two *cough*
About a week or so ago, the patron saint of skanky chicks Courtney Love announced on Letterman that back in the day she frequently boned Gwen Stephanie's fine ass husband Gavin Rossendale. Not really newsworthy except for the implication that Gavin was definitely dating Gwen when these alleged liaisons popped off. 
I love how the universe works. The other day when the weather started to catch a 'tude and rain on my parade, I realized how long it'd been since I'd gone to the movies. And I made a mental noted to go see something-anything in the near future. And then, voila! My homie invited me to the premiere of the new Queen Latifah/ Common flick, Just Wright.
Lord haf mercy! Misty, muggy spring days make me sleepy. And I'm thinking the three blueberry/ banana pancakes I just scarfed down prob didn't do much to help. Sigh. 
