Filed under: Cool ppl | Tags: blogs, Honey Magazine, love, relationships, sex, Wale
I absolutely love, love, LOVE the blogs Wale posts for Honey Magazine. I know beneath their hard exteriors and playboy attitudes most men mask hearts of gold , but I am completely blown away by the depth, honesty, and eloquence with which Wale reflects on love, sex, and everything in between. I tip my hat brotha. And I quote……
“Women, how many men have you met who surround themselves around so many women, they wouldn’t be able to distinguish “the one” if she were right under his nose? I propose the same question to the dudes: Have you ever courted someone and did everything in your power to make her “open her eyes” (Bobby Caldwell x Common)? Yet she still wants to be in the club every other day or she tells you she doesn’t want commitment. That is her trying not to be vulnerable. That is the proverbial wall that can’t be penetrated because even the briefest daydream of #thatthing will send her into shock. #thatthing has the staring role in life’s movie. A nigga may have never experienced #thatthing, but his mother/father/sister/brother/teammates’ experiences may have been enough to instill the fear………”
Filed under: Life....I wonder... | Tags: evelyn champagne king, evelyn champagne king- i'm in love, family, i'm in love, Life I wonder, love, marriage, music videos, relationships
This weekend I will get to take part in one of the most intricate public displays of affection ever created…the wedding ceremony. My Aunt Katherine is jumping the broom with the love of her life and I couldn’t be more excited.
Aunt Kathy was the stuff of legend growing up. To me she was the pinnacle of what I wanted to be when I was an adult; stylish, effortlessly beautiful, spunky, popular and smart. I remember one particular visit, in which she returned home with a boyfriend that vaguely resembled Dr.Dre, who took me zooming around the neighborhood on his Kawasaki. She showed me my first tattoo, which was a small rose on her upper chest, a revelation that lead to a very eye opening conversation. Upon explaining that her tattoo was located on her breastplate, I asked if her boyfriend saw her tattoo and she said yes so I then proceeded to ask her why she would show him her breastplate. My mother had to interject to make sure we didn’t proceed any further but that was my Aunt Kat, the coolest. The Aunt that was youthful enough to hold a conversation with you that made you feel like you weren’t just some stupid kid, but still maintained that sage like quality that allowed her to disperse wisdom that induced age appropriate blossoming.
As time has moved on she has become a sucessful career woman working toward her Phd, a caring mother, and she even does a little modeling on the side. She conquered the world on her own terms and now she’s found the man of her dreams to start that new chapter with. In a world where everybody from Morgan Freeman to John and Kate Gosselin seem to channeling Pat Bennatar’s ” Love is a Battlefield”, it’s real cool to hear somebody singing a different tune………….
Filed under: Life....I wonder... | Tags: dating, music, relationships, soulflower empress of hip hop, steve mcnair
A couple weeks ago, I wrote a post in response to an article about black women and interracial dating. Basically I was tired of hearing about how high numbers of black women are unmarried or unhappily single. They claim that we are suffering because of a dire shortage of good black men; due to homosexuality, interracial dating ,jail and our unwillingness to expand our options outside of our own ethnic group. I threw up my middle finger to that whole concept, as I was highly pissed about the media at large trying to play us like some simps. The circumstances surrounding the death of Steve McNair has helped me to reach a conclusion that I can’t believe I didn’t come to sooner. McNair’s death was tragic, as is any situation when a life is taken for reasons less than natural but I believe this is the type of tragedy that screams for us to look deeper than the obvious troubles on the surface. If there is a lesson to be learned by his death, it is this; people do not know how to conduct themselves properly in relationships, in short, people have just about lost their damn minds.
Statistically, black women are lacking where romantic relationships are concerned, true , but the quality of relationship most people have nowadays isn’t even something worth being involved in. Okay, you can say that a higher percentage of us have never been married when compared with other ethnic groups, but the divorce rate is steadily at an increase. We’ve got cheating husbands, gun toting girlfriends, child murdering boyfriends, stalking ex-spouses……the list goes on and on. The way I see it men and women need to get it together, and not just black folk. Love is hard, probably one of the hardest human emotions to deal with. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate and that’s the real. Hard as it is though, it’s simple in the fact that some things are meant to last and some aren’t. No matter what you do, you will never be able to control someone and being in “love” shouldn’t end in bloodshed. So I conclude that the disparaging statistics they throw out actually indicate that black women are one of the sanest, happiest, safest, and yes single, groups of women in the nation. Maybe being single isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe the singles ones are smart enough to realize that they can do bad all by themselves.