1. Mary J. Blige’s new song “Someone to love me": She cracks me up when she does that mumbling part. She pulled an Eminem—words won’t do so let me just make random noises. The beat is crazy, and the chorus is catchy. Personally I could’ve done without both Diddy and Lil Wayne’s verse. I thought the song was beautiful with just her, but I just fast forward to her parts. Click here to see the video. 2. Archer Farms salt and vinegar chips: Eating these chips with sliced tomatoes and sliced avocados are the best. Delicious and mildly healthy.
I'm still getting used to Microsoft Office 2007, and the automatic linking was driving me insane. After looking on Google in many places, I couldn't figure out how to turn the autoformatting off in Excel 2007. If you're in the same boat, you'll thank me for this one.
Here are instructions on how to turn that off:
1. Go to that colorful Microsoft symbol on the top, left-hand side, and click “Excel options”
2. Select "Proofing," and then click the "AutoCorrect Options" gray box
I read a Facebook status a couple weeks back about why black women should shut up about saying they don't "need" a man and how some of us do. I read explanations about how sistas are taught to not want to be in relationships and grow up independently. This isn't a new conversation, but it did strike me strange that there was so emotion about women who say they don't "need" a man. *shrug* I left it alone. Then, I look on Twitter today and see the hashtag #youdeservetobesingle. I wanted to hug @ wilfernandez through the computer screen for tweeting (and getting 35 retweets) " #youdeservetobesingle is a trending hashtag implying that not being in a relationship is a bad thing. Ever heard of #codependency?" I still didn't join in on the hashtag. But today I was browsing through Ebony magazine and thought it'd be fun to do the "Are you relationship ready?" quiz in the May 2011 edition. I got 34 points and ended up with Yellow Light results. Quite honestly, I was surprised I didn't get a red light. Matter of fact, with three points, I'd have been a Green Light. Why am I surprised? Mainly because I fit into the happily single crowd, and no, I'm not bitter nor do I "need" a man.
The May 2011 issue of Ebony magazine made me remember my elementary school days. There were two girls I talked to all the time when I was little, one of which was a friend of mine and the other was a pretty good associate. I can't remember the "friend's" name nowadays, and I don't want to murder the spelling of the other girl, but my point is that both of them were biracial. Friend was Mexican and black, but I remember mentioning her being biracial, and she immediately checked me on that and said she was black. I asked her, "Why don't you want to be Mexican, too?" and she got a little huffy. Apparently her Mexican father wasn't around much, and she felt like since her mother (a black woman) was, that's who she would identify herself as. However, she looked nothing like her mother and it was clear that she was of Latino descent.
When I read " With more white parents adopting black children, hair care for them is a needed lesson" last week, I cracked up laughing and remembered my college days. I had four roommates in college, three of which were white. My freshman year roommate was Margaret, and she is (to this day) one of the funniest people I've ever met. She was the kind of funny that didn't even try, and although she had some quirky ways (like wanting me to live with two kittens and two guinea pigs in a 12 x 12 room with her), she was cool. Outside of always wanting her boyfriend around (who I thought was VERY cool but I just wanted some privacy), the only thing that drove me nuts about her was she loved to brush her hair by the closet. I was always going to class yanking long, blonde hair off my clothes. I never did get her to knock it off, but she was so cool that I didn't care.
When Nicki Minaj first came out, I had no idea who she was. I liked that song " I Get Crazy," but I had no idea who was rapping. My younger cousin told me her name when we were headed out to a family bowling event. The first time I actually saw Nicki Minaj was in the full Barbie get-up, and I was thinking, "You can't be serious. She's completely stealing Lil' Kim's style." I shook my head and went back to reminiscing on the days of hip-hop female individuality with some of my favorite emcees like MC Lyte, Salt n' Pepa and Queen Latifah. Although I liked the occasional song from Lauryn Hill, I couldn't really call myself a fan, and although Lil' Mama could kill an entire male emcee lineup in a cipher, that " Poppin'" song was lame. It'd been a long time since I really got into a female lyricist. I was never a fan of Lil' Kim after she left Junior M.A.F.I. A., and got all Barbie on us, too. I thought Remy Ma's "Conceited" song was cool and liked Rah Digga's guest appearances, but I wasn't floored by them. I love Missy Elliott's music, but she keeps walking the line between singer and rapper, and then she disappeared altogether. Timbaland, make her come back! Nicki got far more attention when she first came out than many of today's female artists (Missy not included), but I was still shrugging. In June of last year, I even wrote "Lil' Kim Non-fan Agrees with the First Black Barbie, Nicki Minaj Stole Kim's Style." But one day I was driving home from my parents' house and " Roman's Revenge" came on. I couldn't be mad at that song. It was hot.
You know what I like about doing these? It's the exact opposite of some of the trending topics I see on Twitter. I see a lot of complaining going on there, but here's an opportunity to talk about positive things that I like.
1. Men who can dance: I was watching "Vampire Diaries" tonight and Damon looked like he was having the time of his life with Bonnie and Elena. He was dancing between two other girls and actually made an ow-style noise. You couldn't tell him anything. I think guys who can dance are cool. They've let go of all of their inhibitions and just worked the floor. Bonus for "America's Best Dance Crew" having Street Kingdom on its show. I love the way Tight Eyez does krumping and watched that performance at least 10 times straight.
I walk on the outside of my feet. I had the feeling I did after numerous pairs of shoes became too uncomfortable to walk in because they were lop-sided. It damn near killed me to get rid of a pair of gray Timberland heels that I just loved to wear. I got them as a birthday gift in 2009, and I wore them all the time, which was probably my first problem. Constantly wearing shoes over and over again means they don't have time to relax. Not switching them up means...guess what? Those shoes will wear out faster. When I went to Comic Con 2010, I took some kind of foot test and confirmed that I walk with a slight slant (imagine someone who walks bow-legged down to the feet). Am I bow-legged? Not really, although a guy I went to college used to call me "Bow Leg" because I had a habit of turning my feet apart so I was leaning on the sides of them.
For the folks who can't relate to this blog, I applaud you. However, for those of us who are visually challenged and have to go to an optometrist annually, you'll feel me on this one. Switching insurance companies can be frustrating for two reasons: 1) Learning whether you're now going to pay more for services you used to pay less for; 2) Finding a new doctor.
So far, I've lucked out when it comes to doctors and been able to stick to the same crew, but I cringe every time I find out my vision insurance changes because (unless I want to pay a higher co-pay) I'll have to stop going to my regular optometrist and visit someone else. It never fails. Every time I see another eye doctor, it's always a disaster. First there was the lady who wanted to give me bifocals when I didn't need them. Then there was the guy with shaky hands who kept almost poking me in the face and wouldn't stop touching my hair. (Side note: Never touch a black woman's hair! Just ask her to lean her head into the "Silence of the Lamb" style contraptions," but don't touch her head...ever.) He and I had a stare down before he finally cut it out. Now yesterday I went to a new eye doctor who had more attitude than I believe she had skill level. After I get my annual set of contact lenses, I will never be going back to her. Period.
That whole idea of being "obsessed" with something didn't sit well with me. It makes me feel like a little bit of a stalker, especially when I'm talking about people. With that said, I'm now changing the titles of these to "Five things I'm digging right now." It'll still be under the "My Obsessions" blog category though to include the rest. 1. Loving Hut's California Rolls: I could eat those things every day of the week and never get tired of them. Loving Hut's California Rolls are filled with avocado, carrots, cucumber and seaweed. On the side is wasabi (this hot, green paste-like sauce) and pickled ginger. I love the stuff. I wish it came with more than eight. I usually get it with two golden skewers.
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