my latest “Top 5” facebook quiz got me thinking about my old stomping grounds back in north carolina. i chose miami subs as my #1 fast food joint. the pink flamingo provided a rare interaction for me – a reciprocal relationship. i gave them money, they gave me weight…
but miami subs was also the scene of one of my most memorable moments in north cack.(cue sankofa)
woooo. i can’t type for laughing, but here it goes…
this story kind of goes down as one of those, live, learn, reflect… then slap your former self periods of life. based on what i experienced i could make negative generalizations about the men who are/do the following: cancers (june to be more exact), 6’4″, have non-gender specific first names, have first names as last names, are only children, tell jokes, call me by my government name, dream (too) big…
but i won’t.
Continue reading be mine, valentine pt. 2
published today, but written last night
i said this wouldn’t be a daily account of my life. good thing i’m editor and chief because this post is based on something that happened to me today.
sooooo… this morning i went into work late. i had to wait on the super to turn the gas on and light the pilot in the stove. this was an extreme inconvenience for a sleepy grouchy krisirisi, but it did give me a chance to check a few things online (well, check the stats of the blog really), blend a dime size amount of foundation and apply some mascara before leaving. i planned to get drinks after work with a friend. a little makeup would complement my freshly washed, but not quite styled, hair.
my office is in a rather highly trafficked area. to get to the elevator you have to wade through lots of people. i do this swiftly and with great precision as many of these people are slow poke tourists or au pairs stuck with snotty nosed toddlers that can barely walk, and i am an impatient “new yorker”.
i passed a man wearing blue construction worker clothes. he had a hospital mask around his neck, but not covering his mouth. as he passed me he said “good morning beautiful”, or something to that effect. i was caught off guard, resulting in a smile. i looked back and he said something else. then i heard him say “you got 15?”. at this point i probably should have done what i usually do – ignore. but i looked back again with hesitation and that was all the invitation he needed.
no more forwards, no more facebook or messageboard posts on the topic. below you will find my 7-point response to the rather viral nightline clip about black women and our dating “woes” and the ludicrous assertion that we should be taking advice on life and love from a comedian (a not so funny one at that). advice from comics should stop at – take life less seriously and laugh a little.
in case you haven’t seen it (please scroll down and don’t give it any more hits if you have) …
[the video has been deleted from youtube since my original post]
1. although true, this is one story we can leave in 2009 along with the gosselins, sarah palin and tiger’s 100 mistresses. it returns in one form or another every 6-8 months and guess what? the story hasn’t changed for at least the last 10 years. mainstream media loves to report on this (watch it more than once and you’ll notice the smirk on mcfadden’s face). sistas are doing so well all they can do is scare us into thinking we’ll never find love. really? come harder, please.